The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Lyssa was an incredibly beautiful woman, and even if I had been in control of my body and mind I would have thought so. She was, however, the kind of woman who could frighten a man with an icy stare and easily keep control of a situation. With her long, black hair and her leather outfit, standing well over six feet tall in her high heeled boots, she was not someone to cross. Add in the fact that she was in complete control of my mind and body and my only choice was to try to enjoy the situation. Of course, that was what they wanted, and what they left as the only choice. Whatever this woman was going to do to me, I planned to enjoy it, as compliance and arousal were the only reactions that gave rewards.

“Strip off all your clothes,” Lyssa told me after we entered her large, luxurious office at the other end of the building from the warehouse. The office was more like an apartment, and even had a bathroom with a full shower. I paused after her command, but then immediately stripped as I felt myself becoming faint and dizzy and was afraid of what feeling would befall me next. Once I had completely stripped and stood shivering in the middle of Lyssa’s office, she walked around me, looking me up and down like a piece of meat. Then she sat down in a high backed office chair, spread her legs and motioned for me to come towards her. I started to walk, but she demanded that I crawl.

“You will respect and worship me and call me goddess from now on.” Lyssa parted her thighs and placed her hands on her knees. She was wearing no panties and I could see her completely hairless pussy quite clearly under her miniskirt. “How long has it been since you’ve eaten pussy?”

It had been at least six months, and I had rarely gone down on Victoria since she never seemed to get off from it and it was something I had never developed a taste for. It wasn’t that I minded, I just never really enjoyed doing it.

Lyssa could read my mind, and responded to my thoughts immediately. “Your mouth looks better suited for sucking cock anyway. Do you know how many men have eaten your wife’s pussy in the past six months?”

I shook my head.

“I keep very accurate records on everything that goes on within our organization. Sixty-three different men have gone down on your wife in the past six months and every one has made her cum with his tongue. Usually more than once. Your friend Sean out in the warehouse has eaten her pussy six times.”

Something within me snapped and I tried to jump to my feet. Rage was building up inside me and gave me enough strength to try to break free, but as soon as I stood up, a blinding pain shot up my spine and I dropped to the floor like a pile of quivering Jell-O.

“Enough of that. You desire to know the truth. You ask a lot of questions. When you ask questions you will get answers you do not like. Crawl over here and lick my pussy. I need to determine whether you are to have pussy or cock as part of your regular diet. If you are as bad at pleasuring a woman as your wife says, then you will be trained to suck cock.”

For the first time it seemed that I was being given an option, which I appreciated even as much as I resented the judgment. I had absolutely no desire for the second option. I put my attention back between Lyssa’s legs. Looking at her exposed pussy I found myself aroused again, more so than I had staring at Mandy in the warehouse, but less so than when I had been commanded to kiss Victoria’s feet. I crawled in closer and could smell the aroma from between Lyssa’s legs. She smelled better than any woman I had ever smelt, like a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Then I leaned in to taste her. I was excited and nervous, which caused me to go too fast and too rough. I was too anxious to please her and too determined to avoid the other option that I found myself fumbling as I moved my tongue in and around her juicy center. She pulled back and pushed me to the floor with her boot.

“You are wasting my time, but I will give you one last chance. I want you to watch how it is done so you can learn. If you fail again you will be punished.”

Lyssa picked up the phone on her desk and said “send them in.” Then she stared at me, probing my thoughts as Victoria walked into the room flanked by Sean Peterson and another of the young men who worked in the warehouse, whose name I would later learn was Dean. Victoria was wearing a pair of shorts, which Sean and Dean helped her remove. She looked at me and smiled, but neither Sean nor Dean would so much as look in my direction. They sat her down on the edge of the desk and she spread her legs for them. Dean started first, grabbing onto her thighs and lustfully licking away at my wife’s pussy. She began to shake and shudder and then exploded with a loud, moaning orgasm, totally unlike she had ever had with me. She took a moment to recover, smiled and winked at me where I still rested naked and sobbing on the floor, and then brought Sean in to devour her well enjoyed pussy, and this time came even louder, gripping the edges of the desk, arching her back and screaming “holy fucking shit!”

I had never seen Victoria have two orgasms in one night, and never one that was audible beyond a quiet “ahh.” The room was spinning, but I found myself aroused and pleased with what I had seen as it made me more excited than I had been since she had commanded me to kiss her foot.

“Do you think you could make your wife, or any woman for that matter, feel as good as either of those two boys did?” Lyssa asked me.

I had to shake my head because I honestly did not think that I could. I was unable to lie in Lyssa’s presence.

“I can’t take it anymore,” I sobbed. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“You will come to enjoy it. We just have to make some changes in you. Examining your profile and what I have seen I can tell we need to make some adjustments to you so that you can enjoy your work as much as your wife does. Did you know that one night last week Mr. Michaels drove her around town so she could give blowjobs for ten dollars a pop? She made almost three hundred dollars. Think you could top that?”

I was completely resigned. I could not fight and I could not allow myself to be angry. The pain was no longer something I could deal with, even for a moment, and I wanted just to be at peace. That peace came when I agreed to do as I was told and when I let myself enjoy whatever was happening. Thoughts of Victoria with so many other men had made me angry beyond words, but knowing the results of that anger, I instead thought of it as exciting. There was a part of me that always thought that it would be a turn on to see her with other men, but never did I actually want it to happen. It was just something I sometimes imagined to pump up my libido. Now I channeled that to the front of my mind to avoid the terrible pain and to allow myself to feel good instead. It was like that with everything. Resistance was useless.

“What do you think about your wife sucking twenty-eight strangers in one night? Answer me, Kasey.”

“I... I... I think its incredible. I am lucky to be married to such a sexy woman.” The idea was actually mind blowing, as Victoria had always been more tentative about going down on me than I had about going down on her. She had never gotten me off that way. It was instead more of a part of foreplay, getting me aroused with a few quick licks and sliding it in and out of her mouth a couple times, before we had intercourse.

“I think you could handle twice that many. What do you think about that?” Lyssa stood up and towered over my quivering, weeping naked body that was still lying lifelessly on the floor. I said nothing, there were no words, just the knowledge and the feeling that I would do whatever Lyssa commanded. “Answer me, slut, what do you think about that?”

“If it would please you I would be happy to do it.”

“To do what?”

“To suck all those cocks.” I found my lips shaking and tears filling my eyes, but when I agreed I still felt very good, the waves of ecstasy washed over me, even as parts of me were definitely not in agreement with what I was saying.

“You are disgustingly hairy. Too hairy to be an attractive slut.” Lyssa took a large tube out of a desk drawer and tossed it down beside me. “I want you to rub that all over yourself.”

The tube was clear and unmarked, containing a kind of gel that was blue-green and almost glowing as I squeezed it out. When it came into contact with my skin there was a burning sensation, but it was mild and nothing compared to the pain of disobedience.

“All over. Your arms, your legs, your ass, your balls, everything except your head. I want your body smooth and silky like a little girl. Like a little girl that can’t wait to start sucking cock. What are you, Kasey?”

“A little girl that can’t wait to start sucking cock,” I said automatically, rolling with the flow of feeling that I could no longer control or resist. I coated myself completely with the gel, and balanced the mild burning feeling with the joy of obedience. Lyssa had me sit in silence for fifteen minutes and then ordered me to stand and to get into her office shower and wash off the gel. I did as instructed, stepping into the warm shower and watching as all my body hair washed away, lifted out by the roots, and disappeared down Lyssa’s drain. When I got out, Lyssa handed me a towel, waited while I dried myself off and then tossed clothing to me. The outfit consisted of white sneakers, girly socks with white lace trim, short denim daisy duke shorts and a tight white sleeveless t-shirt.

“I want you to consider this a liberating experience and to think of it as something you’ve always wanted. If you think of it that way and avoid any negative feelings about your new way of life you will enjoy every moment. You will enjoy every hard cock that enters your mouth and you will look forward to the next. Believe me, you will get lots of attention, but I feel so sorry for your knees. That warehouse floor won’t be kind to them.”

I put the new clothes on as instructed and looked at myself in the mirror. My first impression was that I looked girlish, and my long legs, now smooth instead of hairy, looked like the kind of legs I would have checked out if I girl walked by me attached to them. I had never thought of my own legs as shapely and attractive, but now as I looked them up and down I began to think differently. The shorts were very short and very tight, leaving part of my bare and now smooth ass exposed. I felt embarrassed as well as silly and I once again had split emotions. I did not want to go back out to the warehouse in front of my co-workers looking like this, but at the same time the idea of doing so excited and thrilled me to an extremely high degree when I let myself think the way Lyssa wanted me to think and embraced her guidance.

“I feel very... strange...” I confessed, now somehow riveted to the image of myself in the mirror.

“You’ve always lusted after women’s legs when you’ve seen them in skirts and short pants, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Now you are starting to lust after your own, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I admitted, as ridiculous as that sounded to me, she was right. I could not look away, and the more I looked the better I felt.

“Why don’t you go and flaunt them for the boys in the warehouse? As the most junior employee of the company you are eligible to be propositioned by everyone, and you cannot turn anyone down. The lower on the chain, the less power you have, the higher on the chain the more power you have. The lower must learn somehow, and you will learn by shaking that ass and letting them help themselves.”

“I’m... scared... please, don’t do this to me...”

“Shhh, relax and take it easy. I don’t want to have to punish you any more, but I will. Do as you are told and you will be rewarded. Resist or whine and you will be punished.” Resigned once again, I sighed and nodded that I understood. “Good,” she said with a smile. “I have arranged to let your wife take you back down to the floor so you can continue working. Don’t make me come down there again, I have more important things to do than to have to educate a cheap whore like you.”

I had never been one of those macho type guys, but that had nothing to do with my feelings towards what was being done to and asked of me. I had always lusted after women, even when I had no intention of doing anything about that lust, especially after I married Victoria. I never had any interest in men, but now I was feeling an unexplained desire to have them touch and fondle and lust after me the way I had with women. When Victoria came into the room, I felt ashamed at first, but feeling such things as shame was difficult because there was a need to ignore those emotions that brought on pain and sickness. It felt good to smile and to show myself off to her instead, and once I got beyond the normal feelings I had about things, the more I could enjoy the bliss that came with accepting what was asked of and required from me.

“Make me cum with that wonderful tongue of yours,” Lyssa told Victoria once my wife had finished looking the new me over.

Victoria happily jumped at the opportunity, kneeling between Lyssa’s legs and going down on her with enthusiasm and devotion. I watched silently, aroused to incredible heights at the sight of my wife doing something that would previously have been inconceivable. She knew what she was doing, moving her tongue and lips around Lyssa’s pussy with skill and love. Victoria told Lyssa repeatedly that she was a goddess who deserved the best she could give and then returned to the task. It took nearly twenty minutes, but eventually Victoria’s tongue brought Lyssa to orgasm. The orgasm was explosive, in a way that charged Lyssa’s body with electricity and left her skin glowing a radiant gold. Lyssa reclined back on her desk and savored whatever intense feeling she was having and Victoria took me by the hand and led me out of the office.