The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Mike returned to our place about an hour later, as instructed. If Dawna only knew about hypnosis and proper suggestions, she’d make one hell of a hypnotist. I’ll have to see about having Mast -- Mike helping her out with that possibility.

He was dressed in his best outfit: Navy blue sport jacket that fit him to a T; blue Polo shirt, khaki slacks, Rockport’s. Like I said before, he’s not the most handsome man on Earth, in terms of raw physical “Brad Pitt-like” beauty, but he’s more than his appearance. So that’s how I see him. That’s how each of us sees him.

Hopefully soon, he’ll see it himself.

I was dressed in a black dinner dress, simple two strap design, no bra necessary. I rarely wore a bra. My breasts hadn’t gotten to that point in my life where support was necessary. My last boyfriend called them ‘perfect’, a handful for him, nothing wasted. Who am I to argue?

Jess was dressed in a fire engine red stunner that almost matched her hair color. God damn she was hot. Any man that crossed her path tonight best be ready to sell his soul to Satan just for the privilege of looking in her general direction.

Dawna came out in a two piece, a black halter top that fit her perfectly. Her short miniskirt clung to her ass and hips like the proverbial glove. She was simply stunning.

Mike just stood absolutely motionless, staring at us. Gawking would be a more apt description, but who are we to judge. How many men, other than Dawna’s brother and several other lucky ones, would have this opportunity in their lives: Three super hot babes – at least that’s how we saw ourselves, especially in that moment – taking you to dinner and promising you the wildest night of your life.

What man wouldn’t sell his unused soul for that?

We were quite confident Mike wouldn’t, actually. He was too good a person to do something so silly. If worse came to worse, he would simply tell us thanks, but our friendship was more valuable than a one night stand.

Thing is, it’s not going to be a one night stand. He just doesn’t know it yet. Or maybe he just doesn’t want to believe it. We’ll all find out soon enough.

I walked over to Mike and looked him directly in the eyes. “I saw Mikey kissing Dawna Klaus,” sung in my best “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Klaus” voice. He just smiled.

And I kissed him before he knew it was going to happen.

“Mmmmmmmm…” was all I heard from him. I did my best to hold him exactly as Dawna held him: My left hand behind his head, gently squeezing his neck below the hairline, my right hand holding the base of his chin, tilting his head so I could get more of his mouth on mine.

It was as close to a perfect kiss as I’ve ever experienced. For the briefest moment I tried desperately to keep my eyes open to see the surprised look in his eyes as he surrendered to the passion I was offering him, but my own eyes just slammed shut. I couldn’t control them, seriously.

Oh Lord have mercy, the tingle I felt shooting out from my clit at that moment, wow. I thought I wouldn’t be able to keep myself standing for more than a few seconds, but somehow I felt a strength building inside me, propelling me deeper into the kiss. It was the most wonderful moment of my life.

And in the back of my head, again, was the word “Master.” This time, it just felt right to say it.

I gradually came down from this endorphin powered high and let Mike go. He was just standing there, face to face with me, bug eyed. If I didn’t know better I’d think I just did an instant induction on him. His face was so relaxed, his mouth open in the familiar squished “O” form. His breathing was deep, his nostrils were flared, and he just couldn’t take his eyes off mine.

“There, that’s two down. Jess, get over here and give him something to get in motion,” I said playfully.

That got Mike’s attention. He snapped back to the reality of the room just in time to see Jess approaching fast, landing gear down, directly in his glide path. He tried to back away from her, unsure of what or where to go, and he ended up tumbling back onto the couch.

And Jess was all over him.

She landed directly on top of him, using her knees to spread his legs enough to allow her lower torso to lie directly across his stomach and crotch. In several brief moments she was actually dry humping him softly and he noticed.

His eyes had grown wide. He was trying to just breathe before it happened, and she locked lips with him before he could finish the breath.

It was glorious – or at least that’s how it seemed to Dawna and me. He was so unprepared for this tonight, and we loved every second of it.

But there was a nagging thought in the back of my mind. What if what we were doing was wrong? I mean, what if, in some way, we were creating a rift between us that we might not be able to heal with Mike? There was only one way to find out.

Mike was so completely lost in Jess’s arms and lips he couldn’t think straight – if he could think at all. That much was obvious by the complacent look on his face. When Jess finally pulled back, he looked just like he did earlier when I had him deep. Peaceful, relaxed, sleepy, and hard as a rock.

Not that either of us minded, you understand.

None of us had ever seen Mike nude. We’d been to the beach before, sure, but he was always wearing shorts at the bare minimum, a shirt when needed. He had deep brown eyes. I did so love getting lost in his eyes when he would hypnotize me with an eye induction. It was just so easy to get lost in those eyes.

He had brown hair, turning grey at his age. He had a nicely trimmed goatee, unsure if the ladies thought it presentable, but kept it anyway. “Salt and pepper” would be the best description of his hair color. Even the goatee was the same color.

He was about 6′4″, fairly large body type. Think NFL linebacker and you’d be close. But he was all ours. And tonight we would become all his, if he would have us.

As we piled into his car, we talked about what had happened so far that day. He pulled out of the driveway and onto the street, turning off the radio and rolling up the windows so we could put on the AC. He asked if everyone was feeling comfortable and…

We arrived at the restaurant.

Let me go forward a bit so I can explain what happened, so please try to bear with me.

Several days after that dinner, when were we finally his, Master commanded us to tell him what we did that first day when I hypnotized him. I was bound by my promise to be honest with him, so in order for me to fully explain things, I told him I would have to hypnotize him once more to unlock the memories of that session.

He agreed, and I tapped him on the forehead, watching him drop so quickly as always. I deepened him further, told him he could now easily remember that session and every word that we girls had said while he was in trance, awakened him and hoped for the best.

Upon awakening, he bolted from the couch, jumping around, seemingly very angry at what we had done. He wasn’t speaking to us, just pacing back and forth on the carpet.

You have to understand that this event, this hypnotic recall he had just been through, was after we had given ourselves to him freely and willingly. His displeasure with us at this revelation would be devastating to us because we only wanted to be the best Slaves we could for him so that he may become our best Master.

He stormed around the living room for several minutes, looking at me with very angry eyes. His eyesight shifted to Dawna, then to Jess, and finally back at me.

Soon his pace slowed, he visibly calmed down. He returned to the couch, dropping himself into it without an apparent care in the world. He just let go of it.

“Girls, although I appreciate what you did for me, and everything you’ve done for me since that day, I must admit, I’m very displeased.”

With that word “displeased” we all sank down on our knees, the pain welling up in our stomachs as each of us hurt. I won’t say I had a psychic connection to my Sister Slaves, but each of us felt the pain simultaneously. It was like nothing any of us had ever felt.

It was the first time we had displeased our Master.

He noticed our reactions, and said “Girls, look at me, each of you.”

Our heads rose in unison. “Each of you is a very special part of my life. You’ve shown me love I dared only dream about in my life, never expecting it to become a reality. Each of you loves me as much as I love each of you. You also love each other as Sisters. Now you all belong to me, you are each my Slaves. And I love each of you for this gift you have been so kind as to bestow on me.”

“Please understand, I am not angry with you, I could never be angry. I am displeased right now that you didn’t trust me enough to allow me to remember that session. My displeasure passes; in fact, I’m not displeased even now.”

He could see the effect his words had on each of us. I myself felt so much better almost instantly. I truly did want to please my Master in any and all ways possible. I would do anything he commanded of me, at anytime, for his pleasure – and for mine.

“My Slaves, I only desire the best for you, one and all. You know this. You know my words are true. Let us forget this moment, and live through it. Tonight we celebrate, for now there are no more secrets between us. You are my Slaves, my loves, the very breath of my existence, and I only exist to help you become the very best Slaves you can be.”

At those words, all three of us rose up to our feet, and hugged our Master as hard as we could. It was the most beautiful moment of my time with my Master, and I knew my Sisters were feeling the exact same thing.

I didn’t want to disrupt this story I’m recounting to you, but it was important that you understand we have no secrets from our Master anymore. He knows each of us as well as he knows himself. That’s a part of the rest of this story – our getting to know our Master.

Take a deep breath, hold it, and exhale it in a sigh, and join me back in the car.

We awoke in the car, and seemingly almost no time had passed. I immediately noticed the lethargic feeling I get when I come out of one of my own trances. I was quite certain that Mike had hypnotized the three of us in the car, but I had no idea how he had done it.

I suppose at some point in the past few months when Mike was helping all of us with our studies, he could have left triggers in Jess and Dawna to drop them. My triggers were well known to me, but again, I trusted Mike completely, even before I gave myself to him.

I’d find out at some point, I promised myself in the car, but I never did.

We gave ourselves to Master and he allowed us to know all our triggers once we became his. All of our past sessions with him were returned to our memories by him during a weekend of exploration inside our own minds.

He took us deeper during that weekend than we had ever gone before so, and in doing so, he allowed us to see just what a wonderful Master he truly was by letting us judge for ourselves.

Not once in all the sessions with each of us, together and individually, did he ever use our trust of him in a sour way. Once the memories came flooding back into our minds, it strengthened our love for him in so many ways.

He truly was becoming the best Master any Slave could ever hope to have. But he still had a long way to go, and so did we.

As we got out of the cars, I noticed Dawna and Jess stretching as though they had just woken up from a deep sleep. Other than the stretch, they didn’t seem to notice that we had been tranced. Maybe it was just my imagination, who knows. I knew I could trust Mike, but what if he had asked us about that session earlier in the day? What if he knew our plans for this evening, or the future?

“We’ll find out soon enough,” I thought to myself.

Inside the restaurant, Derrick and his ladies had already taken up positions at our table. We had a nice secluded spot in the rear, out of view of most of the rest of the guests. This spot afforded us a bit more privacy than one would normally expect, and I was grateful for Derrick’s pull.

Everyone made their greetings to each other, but it wasn’t really necessary in most respects because we already knew each other. Derrick spent a few moments off to the side speaking with Dawna. I was quite sure she was giving him the lowdown on our predicament. After several moments they separated. Dawna seated herself next to Mike, and Derrick took point at the head of the table, standing.

The three ladies that Derrick had with him were:

Cassandra, a Mediterranean beauty with the most beautiful natural skin tone I’ve ever seen. Tall, with jet black shoulder length straight hair, and blue-gray eyes that just pierced right into your soul. She was the tallest of the ladies, having about three inches on Tabitha. Her smile could melt a snowman’s heart.

Tabitha, a Texas born maiden, long straight blonde hair halfway down her back – how I’d kill for hair like that, but my short cropped style suited my current style best. She had such wonderful green eyes, so beautiful to get lost in. Great smile and the cutest Southern drawl I’d ever had the pleasure to hear.

And last, but certainly not least, was Faith. She was the shortest of the ladies, with short cropped brunette hair; we actually went to the same stylist. Her eyes were a mix of three colors: a black outer area surrounding an inside of blue with green specks. It was very unusual. The first time I met her I thought they were specially designed contacts, but they’re all her. She has the same body type that Dawna has, fit and strong. And she has a truly magnificent smile that lights the day.

Derrick could be called a very lucky man, but it wasn’t luck and I knew it.

When we made eye contact, and with just the slightest nod of my head, I communicated I’d like to talk to him alone. He nodded in response, rose from the table, hugged Dawna and kissed her on the cheek, then made his way to me.

“Hiya, babe,” he said in that deep velvety voice of his. He took me in his arms. Hoo boy, Derrick sure knows how to make a woman feel loved. He lifted me an inch or two off the floor, gently lowering me back down with a kiss on the cheek.

“So what’s the deal, Dawna tells me something special is going to happen tonight, maybe involving Mike? Do tell.” Derrick and Mike had been friends for a long time now, that’s how Dawna met Mike originally, even before I met him. That’s probably why she wanted to land that first kiss on him.

I couldn’t be jealous of her for it, she’s my Sis.

“Derrick, we’ve discovered something about Mike that we want to help him with. We’re just not sure how to proceed. He’s the best male friend the three of us have, next to you and Jess’s brother Todd. But we’re not sure how to proceed. We’re pretty confident about what we’ve figured out so far, but we’d like you help, if you’re game,” I asked, hoping my nervousness wouldn’t ruin the request for help.

“Kari, I’d do anything I’m capable of to please you ladies, and Mike is like my brother. Nothing I wouldn’t do for the big lug. Just name it. What’s this thing you’ve discovered?”

“Well, we know you’re a… well, Dawna says you’re a…”

He finished the sentence for me. “Daddy Dom. Right, she mentioned that to me a few moments ago but she said you’d give me the details.”

”So she didn’t tell you much more?” I asked.

“No, she said this was your idea, but she and Jess are all for it. Hard to believe my Sister wants to be a Slave. I’m not sure how I feel about it right now, but to be honest, if it’s for Mike, I’m all for it. I haven’t trusted many men in my life. And especially not with my own Sister, but Mike is one of the best men I’ve ever had the pleasure to call my friend.”

I took that as the highest praise Derrick could possibly offer and kissed him on the cheek for it.

“You truly are a man among men, Derrick. Thanks.”

“Aw shucks, ma’am. Just remember one thing: Mike is amazing. He’s like no other guy I’ve ever met, to be honest. I’m sure he’ll be the best Master you could ever dream of. Now, how can I help?”

“Has he talked to you recently about this Daddy Dom thing? Maybe asked you for information about it like how to get started or someplace to learn more?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” he stated, “last week he spent a night with us. He was hard the whole time, I swear. That boy needs to get laid and bad. Faith noticed his erection not thirty minutes into our evening and offered herself to him, no strings attached. He turned her down flat.”

I was shocked at that statement, unsure of how to proceed for the next few moments. Derrick took note of the reaction on my face and spoke:

“Kari, we’re all adults here. My Slaves are with me because they choose to be. I don’t control them in that way. They obey my commands and suggestions because they choose to do so, and for no other reason. We have a very special relationship, and I’m willing to help you as much as I can with it. But let’s get something straight right here and right now: I don’t own any of them. Not Cassie, not Tabby and not Faith.”

I noted his casual names for them for what they were and relaxed. “So, how can you just… how could she… I mean, offered herself? What does that mean?”

“Kari, it means Faith finds Mike very attractive, and not specifically in a physical way. In case you hadn’t noticed, Mike is a great guy, in lots of ways, but he’s not Brad Pitt, ya know.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that comment. Not just laugh, but lose myself in a fit of giggles I just couldn’t stop.

“What, what did I say?” he asked.

“Derrick, I was thinking the very same thing earlier tonight when he came to pick us up. I – we love him dearly. We love you as well, you know this. But he’s… well, he’s scared. I truly believe that’s what it is, he’s afraid. You and I both know he’s never had a serious sexual relationship with a woman.”

“His first experience in his youth was more of a joke played on him by a bunch of girls just looking to embarrass him, and I think that affected him, scarred him even. Now he’s so scared to go to that level. We want to help him. And we’re going to do our best to make him ours.”

Derrick looked directly at me, deep into my eyes. He could pass for Denzel Washington in a second. He was one seriously handsome man, and right now, this close to him, I would have become his Slave in a second knowing what I knew about him.

You just might get your chance, sweetheart, if this thing with Mike doesn’t pan out…

“Be honest with me, Kari. Tell me, here and now, exactly what you want to do to Mike, tonight, when you leave here. What do you three ladies in waiting intend to do?”

I thought about it for a few moments, then I looked just over Derrick’s shoulder to see Mike. He was smiling, a rare occurrence for him. And I knew in that moment, in that oh so briefest of moments, tonight would be the best night of his life.

“To put it bluntly, Derrick, we’re going to fuck him senseless, all night long, and halfway into tomorrow. We have no intentions of letting him move without it being sexual in some way.” I said as confidently and proudly as I could muster.

“Good girl, that’s awesome. I am so proud of all of you, even Sis. She’s gonna give Mike a ride he’ll never forget. She’s wanted to jump his bones since they first met, but Mike just never took the chance.”

He picked me up in another hug. God this man felt good.

“Ok, so what do you need my help with, really?” he asked.

“We want to touch on Daddy Doms lightly tonight. He may already have a clue about what we’re up to. I get the feeling he may have hypnotized us in the car over here, and asked us what we’re up to, but I can’t be sure right now. Let’s just play it by ear for now, ok?”

He kissed me again, this time full on the lips. Not a deep soul kiss, but a friendly warm kiss with a great hug at the same time. When we separated I could barely speak.

“You are truly a magnificent woman, Kari. Mike will be a very lucky man to have you as a Slave,” he said, that voice making me weak in the knees once more.

“Derrick, in case this doesn’t work out, would you…” I hesitated, not being able to say the words.

“In a second, Kari, it wouldn’t even take a thought. I’d be honored.”

He’s not only gorgeous, talented, caring, kind beyond words, considerate of others and a true gentleman, but go figure… he can read your mind too. Amazing…

He began to head back to the table, but I just couldn’t move. Here was Derrick, another fine specimen of manhood, and without the actual words, he’d just told me he’d be honored to have me as one of his Slaves.

HE would be honored to have ME as a Slave.

What the hell was I doing here? This wasn’t me; at least I didn’t think it was. I just wasn’t sure of anything, or was I? Would I actually be willing to be his… Slave?

God, what is wrong with me. Six hours ago all I wanted to do was fuck Mike and get it over with once and for all. Now I’m talking about becoming a Slave for another man that’s already a Master of three absolute knockouts.

What could possibly be next?

I was about to find out.