The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Sara stood in line with people trying to gain entrance to Crystal Nights; a place which was generally regarded as the hottest club in town. Sara of course didn’t need to queue as the club was hers, or at least it belonged to a company that was owned via several trusts and off shore corporations that were ultimately controlled by the sisterhood who honoured Sara as their Mother.

It had been Jenny’s idea, formulated as she lay at Sara’s side on Her altar after paying homage to her goddess and Mother. “It will be like owning a cattle market, but one where the cattle not only deliver themselves to you, Mother, but pay for the privilege.” She had said with a smile.

Sara had issued orders there and then and within a couple of months The Birdcage had closed and been completely refurbished, and Crystal Nights had opened its doors.

The public areas only occupied half the area of the previous club, giving a feeling of warmth and intimacy that was missing in the former, it also had the advantage of providing living space for the sisters who ran the club, and a temple to, and for, Sara.

The inner rooms were normally entered from a door to the side of the dance floor, although several slightly inebriated young women had found themselves a little disorientated as they walked down the dark corridor to the rest room and stumbled in to Her temple.

They found themselves not in the pink tiled bathroom but in a room heady with the smell of incense and where silk drapes hung from floor to ceiling shrouding a figure lying on a silk covered bed. Then, like a moth to a flame, they were drawn towards Her, as She waited, as patient and voracious as a spider at the centre of Her web.

Such unlooked for treats would sustain Her for short periods, the girl usually waking in her own bed, completely unaware of how she had gotten there and the only lasting effect finding that her dreams were more vivid and arousing. A few were drawn back to Her, their dreams encroaching in to their real world, and these she would greet with a Kiss and admit them to the sisterhood.

But once a month, as the moon rose full, the hunger would come upon Her and She would need to feed on fresh meat. For this She would not leave the selection to chance and so She would walk among the revellers, Her very presence a walking aphrodisiac, raising the sexual heat in the already hedonistic club.

Tonight was such a night, so She queued. This gave Her the chance to view the potential prey as they arrived. She dressed for the hunt in a tight fitting leather blouse and skirt, Her silk stockings shimmering in the harsh neon light above the door.

Time and again Sara sampled the passing trade as they headed towards the rear of the line and each time she dismissed them as she moved nearer to the door that was guarded by two hulky guys and one very small slender oriental girl.

All three guardians were dressed in tuxedos with black bow ties and they had the power to admit or turn away the would be clubbers, but in truth the two men gave way to the silent nod or shake of Ami’s head.

The warm night air was suddenly rent by a raucous female laugh as a group of women piled out of a couple of taxis. Their ‘size too small’ dresses, short skirts and bare legs were definitely not the sort of clothes that would get a girl into Crystal Nights and Sara didn’t even bother to taste them, knowing they were out ‘on the pull’ and of no interest to Her.

But then She sensed someone looking at Her. She turned and saw that the last to leave the taxi was a blonde wearing a blue silk dress, the slit up the side so obviously not her.

In the moment it took for the blonde to realise that Sara was looking at her, no, the girl realised not at her, into her, Sara had read her. There was something about this young woman that piqued Sara’s taste buds, she had that air of the victim about her. Like a doe before the hunter, the rabbit frozen in the headlight of an approaching car. ‘No’ Sara thought to herself dismissing the inaccurate similes and smiled as She knew exactly how She would feast that night.

Sara let the girl know that She liked her interest and savoured the blush as it rose to tint the blonde’s cheek even as the girl missed her footing slightly in her too high heels before following her friends to join the back of the line.

As She approached the door, Ami’s pretty face lit up in a way that only happened when she was in the presence of her goddess and Mother, she nodded silently as Sara told her to admit the group of women. Sara had considered only letting in ‘Miss Blue Silk’ but had quickly dismissed the idea for fear that Her prey would escape.

Once inside the club Sara made straight for Her private rooms where She was greeted by three of her daughters who removed what She now knew were inappropriate clothes. “Leave me.” Sara said as She entered Her temple and listened to the music. Not the music beating out in the club, for the walls were sound proofed, no the music She sought was the song of Her Mothers, that echo of the song the angels sang at the dawn of time, giving life to everything, and in that song was the essence of all.

She hummed softly to Herself, finding the harmonic that she needed, the tune of the Naga, half Woman half snake, a snake to entrance the bluebird. The tune was soft, but compelling, and it would be to this hymn that Her meal would be prepared, seduced and devoured.

With the harmony flowing through Her veins Sara dressed in a strapless red sequined sheath dress that hugged her curves sensuously.

By the time the women had, to their own amazement, entered the club Sara was already on the dance floor, the sisters were apprised of her plan, and they were ready and very willing to play their part as required.

Sara watched as the girls bought drinks and looked around for a table, and, right on cue, four of her daughters stood and left the table Sara had picked for her dinner. As the crowd swarmed around the table Kelly returned to pick up her ‘forgotten’ drink and managed to disrupt the group dynamics sufficiently so as to let her Mothers choice sit in the chair facing the dance floor.

Sara adjusted the feelings of those around Her, effectively clearing a space between Her and Her tasty morsel, and She danced. Her body swayed to Her inner tune, the silk of Her dress clinging like a second skin, the light glinting off the sequins, enhancing her frame beneath. As She moved She reached out and touched the blonde’s emotions, drawing her eyes to Her display.

Sara knew Her meal’s normal predilections did not encompass the female form, but She could feel the suppressed desire that burned just below her shy, almost innocent exterior, and such heat could easily be fanned to full flame; and fire once started knows no restraint or preference.

As Sara danced She emanated lust, sin and wanton desire in waves that flooded the dark interior of the club and soon singletons were pairing off, hands that normally obeyed societies mores now wandered eagerly over welcoming bodies. Sara saw Her little bird dipped her head to sip her drink and Sara slithered from the dance floor, mingling with the clientele and oozing sexuality in Her wake.

For the next hour, Sara circulated as one by one her sustenance’s friends were invited to dance by guys who under normal circumstances would not have dreamed of asking them, but tonight was no ordinary night and all a man had to do was look at one of the girls sitting at the table and he was smitten, well any girl other than Sara’s desire.

When Sara saw the last friend depart, leaving Her little bluebird all alone, She nodded at Callie who was DJing and the music changed. The beat was softer than before but in a strange way more primal, and the melody was the same as the one that vibrated through Sara’s very soul. This was the song of the Naga, the embodiment of sexual danger; a form Her mother Ama had worn at times to instil both desire and fear into those she considered were trespassing in her domain.

It was to this music that Sara returned to the dance floor and She let Her body speak. Her sinuous movements were enticing and enchanting, even her long red hair that fell in soft corkscrew curls seemed to have a life of its own, a nest of vipers slithering and beckoning. The call was so strong Her young victim almost heard a voice echo in her mind, but even without words she soon rose to her feet and slowly, willingly, walked towards her fate.

Sara’s eyes locked on to the girl’s wide blue orbs as they approached, the serpent hypnotising its prey. As she approached, Sara sensed the last of the girl’s will to flee rise. So confident was the spirit of the Naga that she did nothing to dampen the fear, allowing it to shout out into the befuddled mind the command to turn and run. But by that time she was too close and, like a cobra, Sara’s arm shot out, finding the soft flesh of the girls upper arm, spinning her around. With her balance thrown the bluebird fell in to the viper’s nest.

“Dance with me, honey.” Sara said, the sibilant drawn out to a hiss as her arms encircled the girl, holding her body tightly. The girl lost her footing falling further into Sara’s embrace and Sara let Her lips hover fractions of an inch from the flesh She longed to Kiss.

The girl looked up into Sara’s emerald green eyes and the battle was lost; but the Naga wanted more than just food, and so she started to sway once more to the music of Her being, Her body moving her victim’s to the same sensuous beat, and the true dance began.

Sara bathed in the waves of desire that ebbed and fell with each phrase of music, a tide of lust inexorably rising, swamping the strand, washing away the last of the girls resistance. “What are you doing?” The girl asked, her voice soft and fuzzy and Sara knew that she didn’t even know why she asked.

Sara smiled and felt Her waves crash against the last vestiges of the girls defences as she said simply “Dancing, my dove.” And with those words the girls heart took wings and fluttered as her body moved in time to Sara’s needs.

Sara’s hunger was almost palatable and those around Her were also becoming intoxicated with lust. “Don’t worry about anyone else, Honey. Here there is only you, Me, the music, and the dance.” Sara whispered. “And the dance is so simple, Honey. Just three little steps, one, two, three. Just let Me lead you as you count the steps, Honey, one, two, three.”

Like a little child reading a book the girl’s lips mouthed the words ‘one, two, three.’ As Sara led her deeper in to the dance, deeper into Her enchanted world.

The music flowed through Sara and in to Her quarry as She moved her around the floor, Her hips swaying to the beat, grinding against the silk of the girl’s dress as she whispered her sibilant filled, haunting words, telling how She would lead and the other would follow.

Around and around they went, weaving through couples and threesomes who too were drinking the primal urge of the melody, their bodies responding to the sinuous movements of the harmonies. But Sara’s playmate, Her chosen, was unaware of everything around her other than the music, Sara and the dance, and that she would follow wherever Sara went.

The girl didn’t even notice as Sara broke her hold and walked away, Her hips swaying softly, all she knew was that she wanted, no needed, to follow Sara, and so she did, ignoring all around her, just as they ignored her, so deep were they all in the dance that Sara evoked.

Sara entered Her inner sanctum and the girl of course followed, her feet still stepping in time to the music. Then, as the door closed, the music was no more, there was just her and Sara.

Sara felt the girl change, as if she were waking from a dream until Sara embraced her and hissed sexily “Live the music, Honey.”

Sara’s hand’s roamed over the girls body, each touch igniting the delicate flesh beneath and soon the girl did as she had been instructed for so long and followed, her own hands seeking out her desire fuelled flesh beneath the cool blue silk, showing her captor her needs as Sara sat on a couch, Her tongue flicking in and out, tasting the scent of Her food.

So lost was she in her need the girl never saw Sara stand, the hook at the back of her dress snapping as she breathed out, the thin metal unable to hold Her swelling breasts. Swaying in time to the heavenly music Sara’s dress slowly sloughed to the floor, forgotten, ignored like a discarded moult as she sat and drew her prey towards her, turning her, spinning her off balance as she fell once more into the viper’s lair.

Sara’s arms snaked around her, pinning her as Sara tasted the soft flesh of the girl’s neck, savouring her properly for the first time.

The girl shuddered as Sara pressed her full red lips to the girl’s mouth, the first Kiss passionate, draining and the song of the Naga resonated with that of its victim and produced an new song, one never before heard in the world of Woman and Sara began to feed, removing the original song, emptying the vessel so that the new could fill it with desire for Her alone.

“Well my love, you taste like an angel.” Sara sighed as she unbuttoned the girls dress, exposing the burning, desire filled flesh beneath.

But Sara knew that such a fire would consume too quickly and She sang soft words as the girl looked at Her emerald pendant and the flames were banked, and, starved of the oxygen of Her need, they returned to a smouldering warmth as Sara explained how lovely Her breasts were and how much the girl wanted them, and the dance began again.

Sara provided the thought and shyly the girl suckled at her Mothers breast for the first time and Sara welcomed the homage and prepared to sate Her desire.

Sara turned the girl, letting her lean back against Her full, welcoming bosom, removing the silk dress completely, exposing the girl’s hard nipples to the warmth of the air and Sara’s need as She massaged them. Her lips found the milky white flesh of the girls throat and again She Kissed her, Sara’s lips drawing the girl’s essence into Her even as She raised the girl’s arousal.

The girl’s hands replaced Sara’s on her breasts as her body thrummed to the new tune Sara conducted with Her fingers, Her blood red nails scraping gently across the girl’s flesh, marking her with lines of fiery heat.

The dance went on and the girl opened her legs, wanting the culmination, the release of her new self almost as much as Sara did. And the first orgasm was devoured as Sara’s fingers penetrated her, the song finding life in her throat.

Sara’s words and lips led the dance, the feast, the carnival as the shy young girl was turned and transformed, each orgasm taking her nearer to the place she now longed to be. And her song took wings and she flew towards the awaiting darkness where she knew that Love and a new life with her goddess awaited, and as the blackness claimed her, the dance went on, but now to a uniquely new tune.