The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Travis had initially that finding this “Rich” guy would prove difficult. He thought wrong. As it turns out, it takes a special kind of person to try and turn every woman he encounters into a dumb bimbo, and that kind of person wasn’t one who went for subtlety.

All they had to do was follow the bimbos.

At the top floor of the apartment building, they found numerous bimbos loitering around, giggling, brushing each other’s hair, and trying futilely to spray Beth and Aoife with the bimbo-potion. The bimbos inevitably looked confused and pouted in annoyance when it failed to have the desired effect. Beth seemed to give them all a smug look whenever it happened, while Aoife just seemed to get increasingly annoyed with every spritz.

“You,” Aoife said, grabbing a random bimbo by the shoulder. She had to reach up to do it. Aoife was a head shorter than almost all of them, even without the high-heels half the bimbos seemed to be wearing. Aoife’s apparent refusal to wear shoes and her thin frame just made her seem even smaller. Yet she grabbed the bimbo with all the authority of someone used to being obeyed. “Why are so many of you on this floor?”

The bimbo put a finger to her chin and thought about it. “Like, I think we’re supposed to be?”

Aoife rolled her eyes. “Says who?”

“Everyone,” the bimbo said.

“Is there anyone in charge?” Aoife asked. Travis was on edge. The girl looked like she was about to explode in frustrated rage.

“Um… Lord Rich, I think,” the bimbo said.

“And where can I find Lord Rich?”

The bimbo waved in a vague direction down a hallway. “I don’t think he, like, wants to see you,” she told Aoife. “You’re all flat and stuff.”

Aoife’s free hand balled up in a fist.

“OK!” Travis said, stepping in and gently taking Aoife’s hand off the bimbo’s shoulder. He was surprised she didn’t resist. Then again, he was apparently her master now. Damn, and he’d just gotten used to that with Beth.

“Thank you for the information,” Travis told the bimbo.

She positively beamed at him. “You’re welcome, mister!”

Travis guided Aoife away, toward the hallway. He glanced back to make sure he hadn’t lost Beth. There she was, following after him, clearly trying very hard not to laugh.

They made their way down the hall to an open door. The words “Loord Rich” were painted on the door in pink paint and encrusted with glitter. Travis supposed he’d had the bimbos decorate for him.

The three stepped inside, where they were greeted by a nude busty blonde wearing only high heels and glasses.

“Hi!” the girl said happily. “Are you here to, like, see Lord Rich? I’m his seck-er-tare-ee. My name’s Eliza!” She extended her hand to Travis, smiling the whole time.

“Um, hi,” Travis said, shaking her hand. “I’m Travis.” He couldn’t help but notice how impossibly firm and perky her giant breasts were. Many of the bimbos he’d seen had similar chests, but Eliza’s seemed bigger and even more defiant of gravity than most. And the way they moved… it wasn’t the stiff firmness of plastic surgery, but the real ripples and jiggles of natural breasts. The whole effect was at once incredibly enticing and subtly off-putting.

“Hi Travis!” Eliza said, bouncing a bit, an action which served to draw Travis’ attention back to her tits. “Your girlfriends haven’t been properly in-ducked, so, like, I can’t let them see Lord Rich.”

“Slaves,” Aoife muttered. “Not girlfriends.”

“But I can fix it!” Eliza rushed over to a shelf that, Travis now saw, was absolutely covered in bottles of the bimbo potion. She sashayed back over and sprayed a few puffs in Beth and Aoife’s faces.

Then Eliza frowned as nothing happened. “Hrm… Is it broken?”

“It’s fine,” Aoife said, not bothering to hide her annoyance. “We’re immune.”

Eliza blinked in confusion. “No you’re not. That’s, like, in the sky and stuff. Except when the sun’s out. But sometimes when it’s out too…”

“Oh for fuck’s sake…” Aoife muttered. “Not moon, you stupid fucking… I’m going to find Rich.”

“You can’t!” Eliza said. “Only men and bimbos allowed! Lord Rich’s orders!”

Beth had been quiet the whole time, but she suddenly took a step forward and looked over Eliza with an appraising eye. “You’ve got a great pair of tits,” she said.

Eliza beamed. “Thank you! They are pretty cool, huh?”

Beth raised her hands to Eliza’s chest, stopping so that her palms were just inches away from Eliza’s nipples. “May I?”

The bimbo responded by happily thrusting her chest into Beth’s grasp. “I love it when people play with my titties!”

“I’m sure you do,” Beth said. “And yours are just the best. Wouldn’t you agree, Master?”

Travis blinked. “I, uh…”

“Oh don’t be like that. I won’t be jealous,” Beth told him. “I mean, I’ve got nice ones, but not this nice. Let’s not kid ourselves.”

“I mean, I like yours…” Travis muttered.

Beth grinned at Eliza. “I think he needs to compare our tits. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

“Ooooh!” Eliza said. “That does sound like fun!” Beth gave her an appreciative squeeze, and Eliza gasped.

“Let me just get out of these clothes,” Beth said. She took her hands from Eliza’s chest and started unbuttoning her blouse. “Master, I think that stick in your belt loop might get in the way. Maybe you should hand that over to Aoife?”

Travis nodded, catching on. “Of course,” he said. He took the magic stick and handed it over to his newest slave, who was watching Beth’s antics in open-mouthed shock.

“Here,” Travis said, pressing the stick into her hands. “Be careful. It knocks people out.” He made sure he had her attention, gave her a meaningful look, and then flicked his eyes to the set of rooms behind Beth and Eliza.

Aoife seemed to get the message, and nodded. “Of course, Master,” she said. “I’ll be very careful with it.”

Satisfied, Travis turned back to Beth and Eliza, just in time to see the now topless Beth drop her skirt. Damn, but he never got tired of seeing that girl undress.

Beth looked up at Travis and grinned. “I think you may be overdressed, Master.”

Travis grinned back at her and started undoing his pants.

“Oooh!” Eliza said. “Are you gonna fuck me, mister? It’s been, like, too long since I had a nice hard cock! Not since…” She paused and counted on her fingers. “…Lots of time ago!”

“You know what, darling,” Beth said, “you talk too much. Come here.” She grabbed a handful of Eliza’s blonde hair and pulled the girl over to her, before planting her lips firmly on the bimbo’s.

Eliza’s eyes went wide in surprise, and then slowly closed. She moaned into Beth’s mouth and grabbed her tit with one hand. With the other, she went for the spot between Beth’s legs.

“Uh uh,” Beth said, pulling away. “You don’t get to touch that yet. You have to ask permission, first.”

“Please, miss?” Eliza pleaded. “Can I please play with your cunny?”

Beth shook her head. “Not from me,” she said. “You have to ask him.”

She turned Eliza’s head to look at Travis, who by now was completely naked. Watching Beth make out with the bimbo had already gotten good and hard, and he stood there grinning at the two.

“Please, mister?” Eliza asked.

“Hmmm…” Travis made a big show of pondering the question before answering. “No,” he told her. “You can’t play with her cunt until you’ve satisfied me.”

“How do you want me, sir?”

Travis exchanged a look with Beth. She nodded. That girl certainly knew him by now.

“Come on, bitch,” she told Eliza, pulling the girl by her hair to Travis and pushing her to her knees. “Open wide.”

Eliza did so, and Travis guided his cock into her mouth. Beth wasted no time in shoving Eliza forward so that his whole shaft was all the way in.

“Good girl,” Beth said. “Let’s see how long I can hold you there.”

She held Eliza there until the bimbo started sputtering and gagging, and Beth pulled her off. Eliza gasped for breath, spit falling from her lips, a trail of saliva still connected her mouth to Travis’ dick.

“You think that’s enough?” Beth asked her. “Get to sucking. My cunt’s not gonna wait all day.”

“OK,” Eliza said as Beth guided her back to Travis’ cock.

A part of Aoife wished that she had stayed behind with Travis and Beth and that dumbass. It wished that she’d joined in with what they were doing together.

That part, she reasoned, was most likely the Servis potion. Though, admittedly, there was probably nothing separating the potion from the rest of her. It was just who she was now, like it or not. And truth be told, she didn’t really mind it.

She wondered if that—her not minding it—was also the potion.

Regardless, Aoife had a job to do. Her Master had entrusted her with a very important task. She held the stick in her hands gently, letting it roll back and forth in her palms, feeling every little bump on the bark. She wished Master Travis had given her a different stick. She wished he was inside her right now.

But that would have to wait. There were important things to be done.

She made her way through the apartment. It was a big place. Like a little one story house. The kind of apartment she saw on TV. The people in this building weren’t particularly wanting for cash she supposed. As she moved down the hall, she heard it: the sound of flesh slapping on flesh, and a woman moaning.

There was a door, opened just a crack. Aoife looked through and saw him.

Rich’s back was to her, and he was fucking some bimbo doggystyle. Good.

Aoife gently pushed the door open and stepped into the room. Her bare feet made no sound on the hardwood floor, and it was trivial for her to sneak up behind him.

All told, she hit him a bit harder than she needed to, but whatever. He annoyed her. As soon as the stick touched his head, he stopped his thrusting and slumped over to the side. His dick popped right out of blondey’s pussy.

The bimbo turned to look over her shoulder. “Wha? Why’d you stop?”

Aoife knocked her out for good measure.

She smirked at the magic stick. This thing really was quite therapeutic.

“Enough,” Travis growled. “On the couch. Now.”

“You heard him, bitch,” Beth said, pulling Eliza off her cock and dragging her to the couch. “Get on it.”

Eliza giggled as she slayed on the couch. Travis walked over and positioned himself at her entrance. It was so wet, it offered very little resistance as his cock slid into her.

The bimbo gasped. “Cock!” She exclaimed. “I love cock.”

Beth walked over to Travis and stood next to him, naked as her master and Eliza, and smiled down at the couple. Travis took the opportunity to suck on her nipple as he started fucking Eliza.

“Cock inside meeeeeee! Oh! Fuck! Yessir good cock yes! Ye-oh! Hehe! Cocky cock yes!”

Travis popped his mouth off Beth’s tit. “Hey, can you shut her up?”

“And how should I do that, Master?”

“Well, I think she’s earned your cunt…”

Beth grinned at him, then climbed onto the couch and sat on Eliza’s face. “Eat up, bimbo!”

Eliza happily obliged.

“Fuck!” Beth moaned. “She’s pretty fucking good.”

“I should… ungh… take lessons from her,” Travis said.

“Oh no, Master, you’re perfect.”

“Don’t patronize me, Beth.” Travis leaned forward and grabbed Beth’s shoulder. He pulled her toward him and kissed her.

There they were. Travis pumping his cock in and out of Eliza’s pussy, Eliza eating out Beth’s pussy, and Beth kissing her master, Travis. A perfect triangle.

Partway through the kiss, Travis started laughing.

“What is it?” Beth asked, their heads leaning against each other, their breaths on one another’s lips.

“I got two Elizabeths,” Travis said.

“Heh.” Beth smiled and kissed him.

“Don’t worry,” Travis told her, “you’re my favorite.” He kissed her.

Beth shuddered as an orgasm flooded through her, and caught herself by grabbing onto the jiggling tits below her. “Fuck she’s huge.”

“She is,” Travis said. “I think they’d look good with my cum all over them.”

“Oh, yes… I’d love to lick it off her.”

Travis laughed. “I’d love to see that.”

They kissed again, and started making out over the jiggling bimbo beneath them.

It wasn’t too hard to wake Rich up. Aoife just needed to grab a few things from the kitchen. That had necessitated going out into the main area though, and she’d nearly gotten distracted watching Travis and Beth fuck that bimbo. Travis was inside the bimbo’s pussy, and Beth was getting her own snatch eaten out by the idiot. And Travis and Beth’s lips were locked with one another’s. All told, it formed a very… hot… triangle.

Still, Master Travis had entrusted Aoife with an important task. She needed to see it through, no matter how wet she was.

She did take a moment to pull her panties off and play with herself a bit once she got back to the bedroom though. She was so worked up by now that it only took a few minutes of her fingers working inside her for her to climax.

Once that was done, she pulled her panties back up and surveyed the room. She’d pushed the unconscious bimbo off the bed to make room for Rich, whom she’d tied to the bedpost with a number of ties she’d pulled from the closet.

Aoife mixed the ingredients she’d collected into a bowl (which she’d also retrieved from the kitchen) and said the proper incantations. Then she held the bowl under Rich’s nose.

He woke up immediately. “Huh? What?”

“I’d like my potion back,” Aoife told him.

Rich blinked at her. “You?” he asked. “But… I bimbofied you.”

Aoife gave him the sweetest smile she could muster. “What can I say?” she said. “Didn’t take. But you… I’d very much like to know where that potion I sold you is. The original one, not the copies you made.”

“Fuck you. How’d you even get here. Eliza should have kept you out.”

She laughed. “Are you serious?” Aoife asked. “Really? That woman’s a fucking moron. She couldn’t keep oil from sinking to the bottom of a water bottle.”

Rich frowned. “Point. I guess bimbos don’t make the best guards.”

“Ya think?” Aoife asked. “Now… you still haven’t answered my question. I understand you may not want to, but trust me; I can be very….” She let her gaze drift over to the other objects she’d taken from the kitchen. The spices and the bowls and the knives. “…persuasive.”

The bastard followed her gaze, and she enjoyed the color draining from his face.

He opened his mouth.

“Too late,” Aoife interrupted. She walked to where she’d set her makeshift magic supplies down. “I’ve grown impatient.”

“Fuck!” Travis shouted. He could feel it coming on. “It’s time!”

Beth hopped off of Eliza’s face. The bimbo smiled blissfully as she watched the girl go, her mouth wet and her lips coated in Beth’s juices.

Travis pulled out and climbed over Eliza. “Jack me off,” he ordered.

Eliza did as she was told, and soon Travis was coming all over her impressive. “Fuck yes!” he groaned.

“Damn, that was hot, Master.”

He grinned at Beth as he climbed off the couch. “I believe you had a meal waiting?”

Beth knelt down next to Eliza and started lapping up the cum on her tits. Eliza happily grabbed her own boobs and helped to reposition them so Beth could get better access. Travis watched as he got dressed.

“Thank you for that,” Beth said, after lapping up the last bit. “You’re not so useless after all.” She gave Eliza a quick kiss on the lips.

“I got it.”

Travis turned to see Aoife standing in the hallway. She was holding the stick over her shoulder. “He gave me the address where he’s keeping the original potion. We can get there and neutralize it.”

Travis nodded. “Good job.”

He was surprised to see Aoife smile. “Thanks… Master.”

“Beth,” Travis said. “We’re leaving.”

“On it!” She was already getting dressed.

“Aw, you guys are going?” Eliza pouted. “So soon?”

“Sorry babe, gotta roll. See ya later.” Beth winked at her as she buttoned up her blouse.

Aoife rolled her eyes. “Let’s get a move on, before this plague spreads any more.”

“What did you do with Rich?” Travis asked.

Aoife smiled. “I… Well, let’s just say I flipped the script on him.”

An hour later, Eliza’s husband arrived home.

He’d been away on a business trip the last two days, and was exhausted as hell. As he walked through the apartment complex, he couldn’t help but notice the smell. The building reeked of sex.

And nearly every door he walked by, he could swear he could hear moaning.

He had texted his wife to tell her he was almost home, so he knew she would be expecting him. He was, however, caught by surprise when he opened the door to their apartment to find her completely naked.

His wife, Eliza, with her brown hair and her small skinny body and her tiny breasts that he couldn’t help but love. There she sat on the couch, looking at him from over the rims of a pair of glasses. “Hey stud,” she said. “I’ve been lonely. Why don’t you come join me?”

He didn’t need a second invitation.

As he closed the door, he started in surprise. Another woman came walking down the hall, also naked. This one had short blonde hair, and was a bit pudgier than his wife, but no less attractive for it.

“You know Holly, from down the hall?” Eliza asked. “She’d going to be joining us too.”

“R-really?” he asked.

Eliza stood and walked gracefully toward him, and kissed him full on the lips. “Really,” she whispered.

Holly leaned against their kitchen counter, watching and sipping a glass of wine.

He looked around, not really believing that this wasn’t a dream. “And… him?”

He was referring to a man with well-defined abs who stood nearby wearing nothing but boxer briefs. Holly waved her empty glass in his direction, and he rushed to take it.

“Can I, like, touch your boobies?” the man asked.

“Maybe if you get me more wine,” Holly told him.

“OK, ma’am!” He looked over at Eliza and her husband. “You, like, want anything? Any alcker… aka… akahal?”

“Um… no.” Eliza’s husband said. His wife laughed.

“Rich is harmless,” she said. “Just some fucking idiot.”

“O… K?”

He couldn’t ask any more questions. His wife kissed him again, and Holly was soon by their side, kissing him as well.

And so began the best night of his life.