The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Rita Hanson felt queasy. It was happening to her all over again and this time she was sure there would be no reprieve. This time, she was going to fall and she knew there was a part of her that just couldn’t wait for it to happen.

By far and away, Becca Larson was both the best and the worst of the cheerleaders. The girl had taken an almost perverse interest in seeing just what she could make Rita do. Right now, she was sitting in Rita’s chair right there in Rita’s office even as Rita leaned over her desk and waited.

“How’s this,” Becca asked.

Rita couldn’t help but moan as she felt the girl shove the plastic cock in her butt. “It ... it feels good,” she moaned.

Becca gave the cock a vicious twist. “That’s all you have to say,” she said disapprovingly. “Didn’t I teach you how you were to address me?”

Rita couldn’t help but moan. “Yes, Mistress,” she moaned apologetically and not for the first time, she wondered if she might not have forgotten what she was supposed to say on purpose because it felt so good to have Becca punish her.

The teen wasn’t easily mollified. She gave the dildo another twist. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mistress. You told me how to address you.”

Becca gave the dildo another twist. “And yet you made the mistake anyway. You must be almost completely incompetent.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Rita replied.

“Well, there’s one thing you’re good for, isn’t there?”

“Ma’am?”

Becca gave the dildo yet another twist. “Why don’t you cum for me like the little slut you are.”

Rita groaned. It felt so good to be used. If felt so good to be abused. She moaned again. Oh fuck, it felt so good to cum like this.

“Oh yeah, that’s it,” the teen was saying. “Come on, you little fucking slut.”

Rita could feel her knees beginning to buckle but she knew she couldn’t let that happen. Becca wouldn’t be happy if that happened.

“Yeah, you like this, don’t you,” the girl was saying. “In fact, you’d just about do whatever I wanted if only I’d fuck your little pussy. Ain’t that right, slut?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Rita moaned.

Her answer didn’t seem to be enough to please the teen. “Don’t ‘yes, mistress’ me,” the girl chided the coach. You know what my name is. Use it.”

“Yes, Mistress Becca.”

“That’s better. Say it again.”

“Yes, Mistress Becca.”

“Better. Well, passable at least. Now, beg for what you want.”

“Please, Mistress Becca. Please make me cum.”

The girl said nothing and Rita sensed that she was not pleased.

“Please, Mistress Becca. Please.”

Still nothing.

“Please, Mistress Becca. Please make me cum.”

Becca gave the dildo a hard twist. “It’s always got to be about you, doesn’t it?”

Rita moaned, but the girl had told her what she wanted. “Please, Mistress. Please use my body ... please use this slut’s body for your pleasure.”

“That’s better,” Becca said again. “Keep it up.”

It certainly was better and Rita kept begging. She was close. She was so very close.

Her orgasm caught her by surprise although it really shouldn’t have. She’d known she was close. She’d known she was very close and suddenly, there it was. She was cumming hard even as the teen fucked her from behind.

Her body heaved as the orgasm took her. There was a part of her that knew it was wrong but she just couldn’t help herself. She loved to be used.

“Well, well, well. Isn’t this a pretty sight.”

Rita looked up suddenly and her eyes locked in on the newcomer. “Heidi,” she said in disbelief.

“Come on, Rita,” her old college roommate said. “It hasn’t been that long now that you’d forget who I am.”

“But ... but ... but I thought—”

“You thought you’d left me behind, huh? Amusing, but you’ve always belonged to me and you always will. Who’s the bitch?”

When Rita didn’t answer right away, it was Becca who answered. “I’m Becca,” she said even as she held out her hand. “Who the hell are you?”

The newcomer stared disdainfully at Becca’s outstretched hand. “No one asked you who you are.”

“Yeah, but—”

The newcomer raised an eyebrow. “But what,” she asked quietly.

The teen shifted nervously. “Um ... nothing, I guess.”

The newcomer laughed softly. “You got that right, honey. You keep remembering that. You keep remembering that you’re a whole lot of nothing, and we’ll get along just fine.” Once again, attention shifted back to Rita. “So who’s the bitch?”

“She’s, um, she’s my new owner.”

The newcomer just laughed at that. “Honey, you don’t get a new owner until I say you get one. You got that?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Rita said meekly.

“Now wait a minute,” said Becca.

“You got something to say,” the newcomer asked, “because to tell you the truth, I really doubt you’ve got anything worth hearing but let’s hear it. What have you got to say?”

“I ... I don’t think she wants to be with you.”

“You see, that’s your problem, honey. You’re too busy worrying about what she thinks and what she wants. Who the hell cares what she thinks or if she thinks at all. Until you get that through your little fucking mind, you’re just a little fucking slut that’s little better than she is.”

“But—”

“Sorry, honey. You look like a good kid but this broad is mine. Come on, Rita.”

Rita was whimpering now. It was bad enough to have one owner but having two, that just didn’t seem like a good idea.

Becca, it seemed, was pretty much thinking the very same thing. “Where do you think you’re going,” she asked.

“If it’s any interest to you, I’m taking my property and I’m going home,” the newcomer said. “Now, come along, Rita.”

“I don’t think she’s going anywhere with you.”

“Honey, I really don’t think you want to be doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“Challenging me, because I warn you, if you do, you will lose.”

“Says you.”

“Yeah, says me.”

The newcomer sighed. “All right, just for the record, I didn’t really want to do this, but okay, so you think you’re worthy of owning her. I’d say you aren’t even close. In fact, if you asked me, I’d say hands down, she’s better than you.”

“Ha. That’s a laugh.”

“You can laugh if you want but I can prove it to you.”

“Yeah, how?”

The newcomer laughed again. “That’s easy. By showing you just how good she is,” and then without waiting for Becca to say anything more, Heidi hiked up her skirt and pushed down her panties and then she leaned back against Rita’s desk and she spread her legs and she looked over at the cheerleading coach and she motioned for her to come and join her between her legs.

Rita didn’t hesitate. After all, she’d belonged to Heidi for a lot longer than she’d been under Becca’s thumb and the old ways quickly reasserted themselves in her mind. In moments, she was sliding in between Heidi’s legs and she was pushing her tongue up against Heidi’s pussy.

Heidi looked over at Becca. “You see, she’s reliable. You tell her you want your pussy licked and she’s there with her tongue, but you, I’d never ask that of you.”

Becca looked at the woman happily lapping away at Heidi’s cunt. “Why not?”

“Because she’s reliable and you’re not.”

“Come again?”

“You heard me. If I had asked you to eat my pussy, even if you wanted to do it, and I know you do, you wouldn’t have done it, in part because I asked, but also because you’d think it was beneath you and maybe even because you’d be worried you couldn’t do it right. Rita doesn’t think that way. I tell her to eat my pussy and she eats my pussy, no questions asked. I wouldn’t dream of asking you to do it because you’re unreliable.”

“I am not.”

Heidi smiled and then groaned as Rita’s tongue found a good spot. “I knew you’d say that. It’s the sign of someone who’s already lost.”

“What is?”

“Saying you’re not unreliable ... while ... oooh yeah, baby, that’s good, lick me there ... saying you’re ... you’re not unreliable while all the while, Rita here proves just how much more reliable and ... oh fuck ... how capable she really is.”

“But—”

“No buts, honey. You’re either reliable or you’re not. You can’t help the way you are, but it’s okay.”

“But ... but—”

“Listen, it’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. I understand.”

This clearly was not going the way Becca had expected. She was staring at Rita as Rita continued to lick Heidi’s pussy. “I can do better than her,” she groused.

Heidi just laughed. “Oh, honey, that’s nice of you to offer but I really doubt you do any better than Rita here.”

“I can do better than her.”

“Are you offering,” Heidi said and then almost as quickly, she demurred. “Oh never mind. We really don’t need you.”

That didn’t sit at all well with Becca. “I can do it,” she said again.

“So you want to prove yourself on my pussy. I don’t know. If you wanted to do it, you’d have to commit yourself to making me cum.”

“I can do it.”

“Oh, I’m sure you could lick my pussy,” the newcomer said. “A little slut like you, I’d expect nothing less, but are you committed to making me cum. To tell the truth, I have my doubts.”

“You let me in there and I’ll make you cum.”

“I don’t know. Rita here really is quite good.”

“Yeah, but I’m better than that.

Heidi laughed. “Oh, honey, I really doubt that.”

“I am better. Come on. Let me show you.”

“I’m afraid not.”

“Come on. Why not?”

“Because I doubt your commitment. You’d get me right to the point of cumming and then you’d back out or something where Rita here, she’s a sure thing.”

“I can do it. I can make you cum.”

“Yeah, but do you want it.”

“Oh yeah,” Becca said. “I want it. I want it so bad.”

“Yeah, of course you do, but are you going to make me cum?”

“I’m going to make you cum so good.”

“Oh sure, you say that now, but what happens if I let you between my legs and you fail me. Then, I’ve given up a sure thing for your pathetic, little mouth.”

“I won’t fail you. I promise.”

“Mmm, I do like that.”

“You like what?”

“I like it when you say those words.”

“What words?”

“I like it when you promise. Do it again.”

“I promise,” the girl said. “I promise to make you cum.”

“I like that. Say it again.”

“I promise to make you cum.”

“Say it again.”

“I promise to make you cum.”

“Yeah, that’s it. Promise me you’ll be my good, little cum slut.”

“Your ... your what?”

“You heard me.”

“But ... but I can’t say that.”

Heidi sighed. “I should have known it. I should have known you couldn’t do it. Like I said, unreliable.”

“But—”

“She could do it,” Heidi said, referring to the woman still licking away between her legs. “She could do it. She could make the commitment, but I guess you can’t. Pity.”

“Wait.”

“Wait?”

“I could do it.”

The other woman seemed to think it over. “I’m afraid not,” she said. “I wouldn’t want you to say something you didn’t really mean.”

“But what if I did mean it.”

“Well, that would be different.”

Becca seemed to think it over for just a moment. “I promise,” she said finally. “I promise to be your good, little cum slut. I promise to make you cum.”

Heidi paused and then she grinned. “You know, for a moment there, you actually had me going. For a moment there, I actually believed you.”

“But I said what you wanted.”

“Sure you did,” the woman said dismissively, “and it was a good try. Very believable, too.”

“But I meant it,” and Becca sounded almost surprised when she said it.

“Sure you did, honey. Sure you did.”

“But I want to be your good, little cum slut. Come on. Let me do it. Let me be your cum slut.”

“So you think you can do it, huh? You think you can do better than your friend here.”

Becca nodded eagerly. She wasn’t even sure why. She just felt the need to prove herself, to show that she was better.

“Well all right then. Let’s see what you can do.”

Becca slid down between Heidi’s legs. For the briefest of moments, she wondered why she was doing what she was doing but then her tongue pushed its way forward and she started to lick the other woman’s clit.

Heidi ran a hand through Becca’s hair. “That’s a good, little cum slut,” she said.

There was a part of Becca that was thinking this was wrong. She shouldn’t be doing this. Wasn’t she supposed to be the one in control?

But then her tongue got a moan from the other woman and all those other thoughts were forgotten. She was showing her, Becca thought. She was showing that bitch Heidi. She was showing her who was really the one in charge. It was, after all, for demonstration purposes only but she was showing this bitch just how good a cum slut she could really be.

Heidi seemed to be thinking almost exactly the very same thing. “That’s a good, little cum slut,” she said again, “and that is what you are, isn’t it?”

No, that wasn’t right, Becca was thinking.

“Yeah. You like acting like a fucking, little cum slut and you do it so good that that must be what you really are.”

There was something wrong with that logic but Becca couldn’t put her finger on it. Sure, she was acting like a cum slut, but if she was doing such a good job at it, maybe the other woman was right. Maybe that was what she really was.

“Yeah, you really are a good, little cum slut. Lick that pussy.”

And Becca kept right on licking that pussy. Somehow, it just felt so right to her, like it was something she wanted to do forever and ever. She didn’t care if she didn’t ever get another cock inside her ever again, just so long as she had a pussy to lick.

And that’s when she felt it, the hand coming up behind her and sliding between her legs, stroking her pussy that was all nice and wet and horny.

Becca moaned as she felt a finger push its way inside her. That first finger was joined by a second one and Becca moaned again. She really was a good, little cum slut, she told herself.

Another hand was pushing her cheerleader’s sweater up and then she felt a hand undoing her bra but that didn’t keep her from doing what she was doing. A good, little cum slut had to keep licking a pussy no matter what distractions might be presented to her.

The one hand reached around her and fondled her tits even as the other one worked its way between her legs and now she could feel it sliding between her cheeks and Becca moaned.

“That’s a good, little cum slut,” Heidi said. “You just keep licking that pussy.”

She was a good, little cum slut, Becca thought and that thought made her proud. It was what she was supposed to be.

No wait. That wasn’t right. That wasn’t the way things were supposed to be.

But why. Why wasn’t she supposed to be that way? Didn’t she like being a good, little cum slut?

Of course, she did. She loved being a good, little cum slut. It was what she was.

She could feel Rita’s naked body coming up behind her because of course that was who the other person was. She could feel her skin pressing up against her naked bottom and it just made her so hot. She loved the way that felt.

That hand was back again, or more to the point, it had never really left her, but now it was rubbing her once again between her legs. She could feel Rita bending down over her. She could feel her tits as they pressed up against her back. “Would you like me to eat you,” Rita asked. “Would you like me to eat you out?”

Becca couldn’t help but remember that that had been exactly what Rita had been doing when the stranger had come upon them but things were different now. Back then, she’d been the one in control and she reveled in making Rita do whatever was required of her but somewhere along the way, the roles had changed and suddenly, she found herself being controlled and as much as she told herself that she didn’t want it, she could never quite convince herself of that. Being controlled just felt right somehow, and now here was Rita, offering to eat her out.

Becca, of course, did not answer. To do so would have required her to take her mouth from the pussy in front of her, and besides, Rita didn’t really need an answer anyway.

Becca’s coach knelt behind her and then her hands spread her cheeks and even as Becca’s tongue continued to work the pussy in front of her, she could feel Rita’s face pressing up between her legs and she knew Rita’s tongue was about to do the same to her.

Becca gasped as she felt that tongue take hold of her.

“Now, now, now,” Heidi said reprovingly. “Don’t you go slacking off on your work just because you’re getting your pussy a licked. A good, little cum slut needs to keep licking my pussy,” and once again, Becca found her tongue between the other woman’s legs.

But it was the one between her own legs that kept distracting her. She’d lick the pussy in front of her only to break it off to start panting and then Heidi would pull her in and she’d start licking that cunt all over again.

She knew she was going to cum and she knew she was going to cum hard. She knew she wanted it but more than that, she knew she had a job to do. She was a good, little cum slut and she took pride in that. She was a good, little cum slut and she knew that meant she had to prove herself. Every chance and every opportunity and in every way, she knew she had to get someone off. She was a good, little cum slut and that was what she did.

She could sense Heidi responding to her tongue and that just made her tongue her harder. She wanted to make her cum. She needed to prove herself. She needed to make her cum.

“That’s it,” Heidi moaned. “That’s it. Eat me. Eat me good. Eat me, you little bitch.”

Heidi was close. Becca knew that. Heidi was close and that was good. She wanted to make her cum. She wanted to taste it. She wanted to make her cum.”

“Oh fuck,” Heidi was groaning. “Oh fuck yeah. Eat me. Eat me.”

Heidi’s pussy came with a shuddering climax and almost at the same moment, Becca’s pussy let go in Rita’s mouth. This was what she wanted. This was what she was good for. She shuddered again as her climax overtook her. She was a good, little cum slut. That was all she was and that was good enough.

“I told you when we started this that she was better than you. Rita is basically a good person. She at least, wants to do the right thing, but you, you’re just a horny, little slut. You get off on tormenting her because you think you can and because you think it’s cool, but it’s not cool. It’s pathetic, just like you.”

Something was happening but Becca wasn’t sure what.

“That’s right,” Heidi said. “I said it. You’re pathetic. You think you’re better than her. Honey, you aren’t even in the same league as her.”

It was almost as if Becca could feel her self-esteem leaking out of her. She suddenly felt low and she wasn’t sure why.

“You’re just a fucking, little slut, and you’re so easy to control. All someone has to do is say you can’t do something and then of course, you have to prove you can, and once you do, you’re so willing to do whatever anyone tells you to do if only they’d use your little whorish body to satisfy their most basest carnal desires.”

She was right. Becca knew that now. She wanted to apologize to Rita for what she had done but somehow, just talking to her didn’t even seem right.

“You need to go out and find some guy or some girl or maybe more, someone or someones who will treat you like the little slut you are.”

Of course, that was right, Becca realized. She wondered why she hadn’t understood it before. The stranger was right. She really did want to be treated like a slut. That really was all that really mattered to her.

“I think we’ll be going now,” the stranger said.

Yes, of course. That was only fair, Becca realized. Rita and the stranger were, after all, better than her. Why would she even try to stop them from doing what they were doing.

“Come along, Rita. I think it’s time we were going.”

Rita got up and followed wordlessly.

The stranger stopped and turned and looked back at Becca one last time. “Put your fucking clothes back on,” she told the girl, “and get the hell out of this office, and when you close the door behind you, make sure you lock it on the way out,” and with that, the two women were gone.

For a moment, Becca sat there in silence. They’d left her alone here. Why? Because they knew she’d do just what she was told to do. She looked at the items on Rita’s desk. There were trivial items, a pen, a box of paper clips, a little pad of sticky notes and yet she knew they were right. She could be trusted. As trivial as each of those items were, she knew she couldn’t take one. Even as the thought entered her mind, she tried, but she couldn’t even pick up the pen on the desk. She just couldn’t do it.

She got up and she got dressed. She left the office and she pulled the door shut behind her, making sure it was locked on the way out. She knew what she needed. She needed to find someone who would tell a slut like her what she should do.

Outside the women’s locker room, Heidi looked at Rita. “You’re a good person,” she said. “You’re no use to me, now, at least not yet. Maybe later. Go on,” she said. “Go home.”

And Rita left so she never saw the transformation happen. No one did, but in moments, the stranger was gone and in her stead was a young blond woman named Martha and Martha smiled to herself. Everything was going just fine.