The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It had taken all weekend to complete their task. Even with the help of the additional technicians that Goddess has assigned to them, it had consumed a lot of time. But now, at last it was complete. The technicans had gone now. They too were planning to leave now after a final check up.

Ian looked around the office. Sleek, shiny new computer monitors graced every desk. State of the art and bang up to date, they were designed to work with the new system that Jennie had been working on for so long to give them that edge over the competition. It was a dog-eat-dog world out there in this game so it was important to stay ahead of the rest.

At the far corner of the office, Jennie stood looking at a small portable device about the size of a mobile phone that she had plugged into one of the computers. Dressed in jeans and a tight dark sweater, the young woman carefully checked the readout in front of her.

ian approached her and came to attention. jennie looked up from the display. Her blue eyes glittered in he flouescent lighting.

“All systems are functioning within specified parameters,” jennie announced calmly. “Monitor units are at 96% capacity. Subliminal generators are operating at 92%.”

Ian took in the information. They had spent the entireweekend turning the office into a highly sophisticated brainwashing chamber. Dotted around the building, subliminal generators hidden behind walls and ceilings blanketed the entire office with a thick carpet of inaudible low frequency noise. While not audible to the naked ear, the effect on the unconscious mind of the listener was profound. Without being aware of it their minds would be corrupted by the Darkness that Goddess bestowed. When combined with the subliminals that the computer screens would burn into the soft pliable minds of the subjects there was no chance. Slowly and steadily the Darkness would consume everyone here.

“Yes,” ian acknowleged, “Goddess will is done.”

jennie’s whole body stiffened on hearing Her Goddess spoken aloud by her fellow slave.

“The will of Goddess is my will,” jennie recited in response.

Their work complete, the two slaves turned off the lights and left the building. No trace of their presence over the weekend remained.

Four Weeks later

The first chill of autumn was in the air that Monday morning. Barbara skipped up the few steps that led to the familiar office building which she had been working in for over 2 years now. It was hard to believe that only a few days before she and Tom, her new husband, were basking in the heat of a Carribean sun on a golden beach. But it was back to reality again.

She breezed into the office. Alison, the receptionist was behind her desk, telephone headset perched on top of her head. Alison beamed her a wide white smile.

“Hi Barbara,” Alison gushed warmly, “welcome back!”

“Thanks,” Barbara replied before adding in a lower voice, “I wish I could say I was glad to be back.”

Barbara now entered the main open plan office area where her cubicle was located only to stop in her tracks. The place was in a mess. Boxes of files and equipment lay piled up on desks and the floor. A few desks looked completely abandoned. All the usual personal bric-a-brac that filled the cubicles was gone. An air of abandonment pervaded the entire office.

Just as she reached her own cubicle in the corner, still filled with her own personal items, Barbara turned to see Jennie behind her. Jennie smiled broadly.

“Hi there,” Jennie oozed, “welcome back!”

“Thanks,” Barbara smiled in return, still slightly taken aback by what she had seen here.

“There have been a few changes while you were away,” Jennie smiled on, “there was a sudden move of offices. Apparently they have been looking at it for a while but the decision was only made a couple of weeks ago. It’s a major pain as you can see because everything has to be moved out and brought over to the new building accross town.”

“Ah,” Barbara smiled in reply. “I thought the place had gone bust without me.”

Jennie’s grin broadened even more. “It was a struggle, but we managed,” she retorted in kind.

“Anyway, I left your stuff alone for the moment to let you get back and up to speed again before I can transfer all your files and computer to the new building.”

“Ok,” Barbara nodded, “I’ll sort everything out for the move right after I go through the million e-mails that are waiting for me.”

“No problem,” Jennie smiled again, “I sure know how that feels!”

Jennie half turned to go as Barbara was hanging up her coat.

“It’s great to see you back Barbara,” the girl smiled, her blue eyes glittering with pleasure

She was having a hard time concentratiing. No matter how hard she tried, Barbara’s mind just kept wandering. She hadn’t done anything at all this morning. Every time she tried to concentrate and look at the computer screen, she found herself going into a daze. A few moments later she’d snap out of it and find that she’d been drooling open mouthed in front of the pc. She was annoyed with herself. Allright, so coming back to work after a honeymoon away was always going to be difficult but this was ridiculous. She needed to concentrate and get through her inbox.

Exasperated and frustrated at herself, she’d left the building for a sandwich at lunchtime. An entire morning wasted. The small cafe was just accross the street and she dutifully joined the small throng of pedestrians queued up waiting for the crossing light to change as the non-stop traffic flashed past.

Barbara stood there waiting. Suddenly, out of nowhere a thought popped into her head. A crazy, ridiculous thought.

Before she even realised it, Barbara found herself turning away from the pedestrian crossing and walking swiftly down the street in the opposite direction.

A few minutes later Barbara found herself standing in the doorway of the discreet sex shop on the side street where she’d been a few weeks ago to pick up some naughty supplies for her Hen night.

Now Barbara found herself drawn in.

Without pausing she entered the dimly lit shop. The middle aged man behind the counter looked up briefly before returning to his crossword puzzle. Normally Barbara would be flustered by now. This was only her second ever time in such an establishment.

Instead she found the correct aisle and pounced on the biggest, thickest battery operated dildo she could find. She paid cash and left the store immediately.

The shopkeeper, after ringing up the sale went back to fourteen accross which was proving to be quite a challenge today.

Barbara returned to her desk gingerly. The thick shaft of the dildo pressed firmly between her legs made walking normally difficult, but as the building was almost completely deserted the chances of meeting anybody were nil. In the toilet, she’d removed her panties and shoved the long, thick rubber cock deep inside her womanhood.

She sat on the chair and faced her computer screen once more. Barbara was pleased with herself for thinking up this plan. There was no way she could lose her concentration after this.

Sliding a hand inside her skirt, Barbara reached between her legs and felt the end of the rubber phallus protruding from her pussy. With a smile, she pressed the small switch to the on position.

The vibrating dildo began to throb within her dripping snatch. Barbara’s smile grew wider as she responded to the waves of pleasure.

There was absolutely no danger of her drifting off again.

She had woken up in a fantastic mood. She’d never slept so well in her life. Going to work was a real pleasure this morning and in anticipation, Barbara had plugged herself again, ready for another productive work day. She couldn’t wait.

Hours of sitting in front of the computer, typing furiously responing to queries and questions while being mercilessly being pounded between her legs. It was delicious. And she was getting so much work done.

Why hadn’t she ever thought about it before?

Tuesday would fly by.

Wednesday morning found Barbara once again in a fantastic mood. She was on top of the world. Every fibre of her being was filled with optimism and joy. Another sound deep sleep had rested her utterly last night.

Jennie was waiting beside her desk. Barbara was slightly worried now. Would Jennie’s appearance stop another day of her fun?

Barbara had already eagerly anticipated hours of orgasmic working ever since she’d gotten up this morning.

Jennie didn’t return her smile. Jennie stood impassively waiting for Barbara to approach.

Barbara was slightly surprised at how strict Jennie looked: her hair tightly pulled back and bound into a ponytail atop her head, the long black heeled boots, short black skirt and tight grey sweater she wore. She looked like a stern headmistress.

Strict, but also kind of sexy, Barbara thought.

“Morning Jennie,” Barbara chirped cheerfully as she approached her stern colleague.

Jennie ignored the pleasantry. Instead she was straight to business.

“Your computer has been modified. It is now running a new programme. You will sit here and do as the programme commands. Do you understand?”

Barbara nodded. She was slightly confused. What was all this about?

Jennie indicated a pair of large headphones laid beside the computer. “You will put these headphones on while using the computer. You will not take them off until I return. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Barbara replied meekly. Jennie was so domineering. So bossy. So sexy. Barbara was beginning to moisten between her legs.

“Good,” Jennie acknowleged. She now pointed to another object placed on the chair. Barbara gasped in surprise at seeing the silver coloured phallus, linked by a thick black wire to her computer.

“You will insert this stimulation device into your vagina while using the computer, “Jennie commanded. “Do you understand.”

Barbara was juicing herself. “Ohhhh yesss...” she gasped raggedly.

Jennie nodded and stepped aside. Eager to begin, Barbara hurriedly sat down and followed the commands she had been given.

Barbara’s experiences over the past two days were as nothing compared to what she would go through today.

Satisfied that her commands were being obeyed, jennie walked away, leaving the slave to seal her own fate. There was no going back for Barbara. jennie knew that by the end of the day the woman would belong to Goddess completely.

After parking the car in the underground parking garage, ian proceeded to the elevator. A Cameras tracked his movements. He keyed in the special access code and the elevator doors opened and he stepped inside.

A short time later, ian stepped out into a large brightly lit atrium and marched towards a closed door. Behind this door ian found himself in a large room filled with neat racks of clothing. The familiar heady scent of latex and rubber filled his nostrils.

Here, ensconsed in the safety of the facility that he and the others called home, there was no need to conceal his true nature. The true glory and power of his Goddess over him could be revealed.

Off came his pants and boxers followed by the dark sweater. Exposed to view now was the mark of his Goddess, a two inch circle that enclosed a large Z branded into the top left side of his chest. Removing the turtleneck also revealed the heavy black leather collar that encircled his neck tightly. His collar, the symbol of ownership and total submission to his Goddess was as much a part of him as the brand that had been burned into his flesh. As one of Goddess deeply enslaved creatures, ian kept his collar on permanently, concealing it at the times he had to go outside.

From a nearby rack ian took a black latex catsuit with his Goddess’ mark emblazoned upon the chest and slid the tight rubber on over his body, tingling at the delicious sensation against his depilated skin. He manouvered his very aroused cock into the attached sheath on the suit, while the rear dildo slid easily into his ass.

Dressed in latex the slave left the room. His mind was empty of everything except a single certainty. He was a slave. All he was and ever wanted to be was a slave. Nothing else mattered. ian walked on, enjoying the comforting sensation of obedience and servitude that filled him.

Other slaves dressed in latex and leather passed him in the corridor. Up until recently they had been colleagues and co-workers, But now, thanks to his and jennie’s work, they too had been initiated into the glory of Lady Izzabelle’s service. They had been resistant at first, but now they understood and appreciated their new function in life.

At the end of this short corridor, ian found himself in the central area of the worship room. A large dark room with rows of padded knee rests full of kneeling men and women, faced a huge screen upon which the face of his Goddess shimmered. Gazing upon her perfect form, his member immediately stiffened. A wonderful rush of desire overcame him. She was absolutely perfect. Lady Izzabelle was his absolute Goddess. Nothing else mattered.

ian sank to his knees in an empty spot on the rear row of kneeling slaves. His arms raised automatically as he adopted the position of worship. His eyes were lost in awe at the sight of his existence, his purpose in life.

Soon, he was chanting in time with the others, swearing his rapturpus unconditional worship to the Goddess that had enslaved his mind and body. ian’s mind was empty of everything except pure devotion and obedience.

She stood over her husband. Tom lay sprawled on the bed, snoring loudly. Thanks to the sedatve she had administered to his food earlier, Barbara knew that he was cmopletely out for at least eight hours. Plenty of time for her to complete her task.

From the black bag she had been given by jennie in work, Barbara removed a pair of thick black headphones, similar to the ones she had worn earlier that day. Lifting Tom’s head slightly, she slid them down over his ears and then tightened the leather strap beneath his chin, to prevent them being accidentally dislodged. A thick black wire ran from the headphones into a large black box.

Reaching into the bag once more, Barbara produced a syringe. Without hesitation, she pierced her husband’s neck and plunged the contents deep into his vein.

Then Barbara flicked the switch on the black box.

Barbara looked at her husband without pity. Barbara had to obey. She had to obey her commands. Goddess owned her mind and body. She was a slave. Slaves didn’t think so Barbara didn’t think. Her Goddess, Lady Izzabelle thought for Barbara now.

Barbara loved it.

Thursday dawned the coldest day of the week. The weather forecast even predicted snow later. Barbara used her new swipe card to open the glass door to the office block. She stepped into a expensively decorated reception area. The familiar face ofAlison sat behind a desk opposite the door. Alison sat still, looking blankly ahead, phone headset whispering whatever it was she needed to know today.

Her high heels clipping accross the tiled floor, Barbara approached Alison. As if becoming aware of Barbara for the first time, the receptionist looked up at her. Barbara stood still before the desk.

Alison’s eyes came into focus, as a thought appeared in her mind. She spoke into the headset. “Barbara Taylor is waiting in the reception area.”

There was a reply and Alison responded with a dull, “Yes.”

She turned back to Barbara, her eyes empty and glazed. “You will wait here. You must obey.”

Barbara’s whole body tensed involuntarily as she heard the delicious word spoken aloud. “Yes,” she replied, “I will obey.”

A few moments later, the lift door behind the reception desk slid open and two men emerged. Barbara recognised them, Ian and Peter, co-workers that she had known for years. The two men marched towards her mechanically, arms by their sides, faces blank and expressionless. They were dressed alike; matching dark trousers and dark turtleneck sweaters with a large Z logo on their chests. Purpose glowed behind their eyes. The two men stood in front of her.

ian looked directly into Barbara’s eyes. He spoke clearly, “You will obey our commands. You wil follow us.” He paused, gauging her response. “Obey.”

Barbara shook as the words licked against her clit. “I will obey,” she replied.

Escorted by her two guards, Barbara entered the lift and was whisked to the third floor. Emerging into an empty, featureless corridor, Barbara was taken into a small room nearby. The small room was dominated by a large padded leather chair that was located in the centre of the tiled room. A large screen faced the chair.

Barbara stood still. Her mind was empty, thoughtless. Barbara knew that all she must do was obey. Obey. Barbara loved to obey.

ian turned towards her again.

“Remove your clothing,” he commanded.

“Yes,” she answered before slipping out of the grey trouser suit, purple blouse and matching white lacy underwear she had chosen this morning. She undressed calmly. Not a shred of doubt or self-consciousness existed in her. Barbara had been given a command. Barbara would obey. That was what she lived for.

Naked, she faced the two impassive men again. Her discarded clothes lay bundled at her feet.

“You will sit on the chair. Place your arms on the rests and your feet in the stirrups,” Ian ordered again. “Obey.”

“I will obey,” Barbara repeated before clambering on to the chair. The leather was cold against her bare flesh. As ordered, Barbara placed her feet in the stirrups which spread her legs wide, baring her sex completely. Ian set about securing the straps around her, binding her tightly to the chair.

Barbara waited placidly. She just had to wait. She would submit. They would command her.

She felt a needle pierce her arm as her former colleague attached the IV drip. This made no impression on the very compliant woman that sat placidly in the chair. Barbara’s mind had been switched off, not a thought passed through it. She registered something cold and metal being lowered down on to her head. It pressed snugly against her forhead, tightened securely. Headphones, thick and black covered her ears.

Barbara felt Ian press contact pads on to her temples before moving down to attach more to her breasts and her newly shaved snatch. Barbara took all this is quite calmly. It was as if she had no opinion on this violation of her body. She was obedient. Barbara couldn’t think. She needed a command to think.

She saw peter in front of her, holding a long, silver vibrator in his hands. Slowly, the empty minded slave sank to his knees, out of sight, buried between her legs.

Barbara gasped automatically as she felt the slickly lubricated dildo being pressed deep inside her dripping cunt. Barbara’s body was telling her brain that she really liked this new development. The muscles of her vagina clamped down hard on the delicious intruder buried within.

“Stimulation unit installed,” she heard peter announce. muffled through the heavy headphones that covered her ears.

“Acknowleged,” came ian’s reply from somewhere behind her, “activating conditioning sequence level 4.”

The lights dimmed. Barbara ‘s awareness of the room evaporated immediately. The seductive whispers in her ears and the dazzling display that filled the screen consumed her completely. Slowly, steadily the vibrator began to hum in time with the programming being instilled into her mind by her deity, her Goddess.

Without a word, both of the male slaves turned on their heels and marched out of the room, leaving Barbara to her fate.

It was late. Darkness had fallen and Tom was tired. It had been a difficut day and he was glad it was all over. He carried a cardboard box containing the few personal possessions he had in the office. A frenzied day trying to sort out all his work and pass on whatever he coouldn’t do to the appropriate people. They had been surprised and even a little bit put out by his decision. But, more than that they envied him getting out of that boring, tedious job. A new start. A new wife and a new job. Could life get any better than this.

He opened the front door of the apartment open and stepped inside, dumping the box beside the coatstand. The lights were on so he knew Barbara was home. The thought of seeing his new wife again caused an anticipatory twinge in his trousers.

“Hey babe, I’m home,” he called as he took off his coat and hung it up.

“I’m in here,” Barbara’s voice replied from the living room. A few steps later found him at the entrance to his living room.

Barbara stood there in the centre of the room waiting for him. Tom’s jaw hung open in surprise. She wore a very tight grey sweater that hugged the curvaceous contours of her body, a barely decent black miniskirt and long thigh high black high heeled boots. Emblazoned on the sweater, between her breasts, was a large circular logo with a Z in the centre. Behind her, two other men stood at attention, similarly dressed in turtlenecks with the same Z insignia. Tom’s mind reeled in shock. He was trying to comprehend what this meant.

“Wha...” he stammered, utterly confused, staring into the cold eyes of his wife.

“Obey now,” she barked harshly. Barbara’s eyes almost seemed to shimmer in the light of the room.

It was as if his mind had been suddenly switched off. Tom stood there, rooted to the spot, his mouth hanging open. He couldn’t move a muscle. Tom stood helplessly before his wife, powerless to form any sort of resistance.

“Did you leave your job today as commanded?” barbara questioned.

Tom spoke in a dull, calm voice. “Yes, I have left my job.”

“Good,” barbara replied, a slight smile curling upwards from her lips. “What did you tell them?”

“I told them that I had received a new job in a new company and would be starting tomorrow.”

She smiled again. “Very good,” she went on, “how did they react to this news?”

“They accepted this fact. There were no major difficulties.”

With the small part of his brain still able to notice these things, Tom registered the fact that his wife’s smile seemed to have broadened even more.

“Good,” barbara purred, “very good indeed. You have done well. You have been a very obedient boy Tom. Now there has been a slight change in plans. Instead of starting your new job tomorrow Tom, you’re going to begin tonight.”

Tom stood there barely able to comprehend the words his wife was speaking to him.

“Hold out your hands Tom,” barbara now ordered before making a small gesture towards one of the men behind her. Instantly, Tom found his hands thrust forwards, palms up. One of the men, the taller of the two slipped a pair of metal handcuffs around his wrists while the other locked a matching metal collar around his neck. Tom stood still, completely unable to resist. A chain ran from his collar to the handcuffs, completely restricting his ability to move his arms.

Stepping forward, barbara produced a leather leash and clipped it to the front of the collar that now encircled Tom’s neck. Tom stood there, frozen, powerless, obedient. The familiar scent of his wife pressed against his nostrils. Again with that small part of his thinking mind that was still working, Tom noticed that beneath the turtleneck, barbara was wearing some sort of high collar around her neck.

With a tug on the leash, barbara broke his immobility. “Now my obedient little slave, it is time for you to learn how to obey our Goddess properly. Come, lets go from here.”

She was kneeling, one of a group of male and female slaves performing their daily ritual of devotion to their Goddess, Lady Izzabelle. Aroud her, barbara could clearly hear the chants of her fellow slaves as their minds pulsated with pure adoration and worship of the supreme deity that they all lived to please and obey. They had once been colleagues, co-workers, even friends, but now they were all unified in slavery. Her fellow slaves were like brothers and sisters to barbara now.

She had never felt more at peace, confident or relaxed since she had committed her mind and body to Lady Izzabelle. All the cares, worries and concerns of her former meaningless existence had disappeared forever. Lady Izzabelle had reached into her mind and scrubbed it clean of these trivial matters.

Her eyes fixated on the image of Lady Izzabelle that filled the entire wall, barbara’s voice chanted in unison with her fellow worshippers.

“Lady Izzabelle is my Goddess,” barbara proclaimed proudly. Her eyes remained fixated on the shimmering image of her absolute deity.

“My existence is to worship, adore and please my Goddess of Darkness, Lady Izzabelle,” she chanted in time with the others.

“Lady Izzabelle controls my mind and body,” the enraptured slavegirl recited without hesitation.

“Lady Izzabelle’s control is pleasure. Pleasure is Lady Izzabelle’s control,” announced a very aroused barbara.

Like her fellow slaves, her pussy burned with desire and lust at the very thought of her Dark Goddess. The cocks of the male slaves bulged forward beneath latex or leather clothing they wore while the female slaves dripped with passion. The flame of Lady Izzabelle’s control blazed brightly within barbara’s mind and body.

Arousal grew and grew within the slave’s sex, driving her onwards to ever higher and higher levels of worship to her Goddess. It gnawed at her all the time, but as a slave, barbara was not permitted the ability to release that pent up passion. Lady Izzabelle controlled her orgasm. Only through being a devoted slave to her Goddess, would barbara ever be allowed to experience the euphoric ecstacy of raw, primal pleasure.

The holy Orgasm of Sweet Darkness was a manifestation of Lady Izzabelle’s total control over Her slaves minds and bodies. No matter how they ached, no matter how raw the passion, no slave could cum without permission.

Finally, the ritual complete, the group of slaves stood up. As one, their minds glowed with adoration and worship to their Goddess of Sweet Darkness. The small group of men and women, all wearing various items of black latex or leather clothing made their way from the Altar of Worship.

Here, on the secure second and third floors of the building there was no need to conceal their true slave identities. On the ground floor, the work of the company went on apparently as usual. A newly invigorated staff set about making some very profitable decisions and pursuing new lines and avenues of business that would allow for future expansion. Of course, any profits made belonged to Lady Izzabelle.

barbara made her way down a narrow corridor lined with closed doors, all marked with numbers. She had been tasked with a function that she must perform once the ritual of obedience and devotion was complete. Her mind empty apart from the certainty of obedience, barbara strode onwards until she reached the appropriate door and entered.

The room was small and dark. It was one of the conversion chambers where new slaves were initiated into the glory of service to Goddess. A massive screen filled the wall facing the door. A spiral swirled lazily onwards, drifting on and on into nothingness. There were two other people in the room. She could see clearly the form of a man, upright, his arms and legs bound into a solid metal frame shaped like an X. Powerless to resist, the naked man hung from his bonds staring at the circling spiral.

barbara immediately recognised the other figure in the room, jennie, who stood beside a control console. jennie had been tasked as the chief overseer of slave conversion in this facility. jennie had been carefully trained to melt down the minds of Lady Izzabelle’s possessions and recast them into ever more subservient, more submissive and obedient sevants to their Goddess.

barbara approached her fellow slave, noticing how alluring jennie looked in the glistening latex tube top and leggings that showed off her hard, firm body. The rubber glistened so much that barbara wanted to lick it with her tongue. The magnitude, direction and limits of barbara’s sexual imagination had been stretched and twisted by her Goddess to a stage inconceivable to her previous self.

“This male is being enslaved,” jennie announced, breaking barbara’s sinful thoughts and returning her immediately to obedience. “His mind has received initial slave programming and he is now obedient to Goddess.”

“Yes,” barbara acknowlged.

“The residual memories and emotions remaining within the male slave must be broken. Nothing must be allowed remain that might interfere with obedience to our Goddess,” jennie continued.

“Yes,” barbara replied. She knew and accepted that every last scrap of resistance must be erased from a slave’s mind. Goddess demanded total control.

“You slave, will stimulate the male anally while his mind is wiped clean” jennie ordered. “Goddess wills it so.”

barbara’s entire body stiffened automatically as she replied, “The will of Goddess is my will.”

barbara took the black leather harness that jennie offered and buckled it tightly over the skimpy latex thong she wore. Once the harness was secure, barbara methodically screwed the long, sinister looking dildo to the front of the strap-on harness. Her task complete she stood, awaiting instruction.

jennie nodded, satisfied at her fellow slave’s obedience. The warm, comforting arousal of obedience was building within barbara at the thought of obedience. Directed by jennie, she marched over towards the helpless captive and stood directly in front of him, blocking his view of the spiral.

Slowly the man’s eyes came into focus as he became aware of somebody blocking the view of the spiral that his mind had been lost in for so long. He hung there, blank faced and thoughtless.

barbara stood in silence. She waited. The mantra of obedience to her Goddess ran over and over inside her mind. She was a tool of Goddess. An extension of Her divine will. She was to enslave this male, to bend him to her Goddess’ will. The throbbing need grew within her pussy, but she stood still.

The man was becoming much more aware she could see his mind beginning to work and try to break free from the endless brainwashing that had held him for so long. He stared on. A tiny spark of recognition glowed in his eyes and then grew within him. barbara could see his mind working, trying to form a coherent thought of his own.

Finally, with much effort and will power he managed to gasp a single word in a desperate voice. “Baaar...baraaa...”

The slave girl reacted immediately. She knew what to do. It was all designed to purge the slave and remould him into the crrupted dark creature her Goddess desired.

Her voice thundered like the crack of a whip. “There is no Barbara. Barbara was erased,” she barked. “i am a slave of Lady Izzabelle. i have surrendered my mind and body to Her power.”

The man’s jaw hung open in shock as he reacted to the words of his former wife. Helpless and bound his body sagged as he collapsed further into his restraints. Whatever puny resistance he had offered was disappearing. He knew there was no escape. His fate was sealed.

“You will be enslaved. You will become a slave. You will worship and obey our Goddess of Sweet Darkness, Lady Izzabelle,” barbara announced in a firm clear voice. The man’s eyes were glassy. The spark of awareness and individuality had been swiftly extinguished. He now reacted to the slave’s words automatically. This deep into his conditioning, he was already quite compliant.

“Yes..” he whispered, “obey...”

“Louder slave,” barbara commanded. “Speak louder. Tell me what you are and what you will do.”

His eyes were glazed as the trance took over. “I am a slave. I must obey.”

“Who do you obey slave?” barbara pressed on.

Automatically, Tom’s cock stiffened and sprang forth as the brainwashing took over. “I obey Lady Izzabelle. Lady Izzabelle is my Goddess of Sweet Darkness.”

jennie now appeared alongside barbara holding a pair of heavy black headhones. Her pussy throbbing with obedient arousal, barbara now walked around behind her former husband. jennie slid the headphones down over his head, covering his ears completely before sliding his very aroused cock inside a tight suction sheath which gripped it tigghtly. Tom bucked involuntarily in the restraints and moaned softly. But the trance held his mind tightly.

barbara lubed the dildo generously and put her own headphones on before coming into position behind the bound slave to be.

barbara stood, aroused and obedient. Slowly the spiral on the screen changed. The vision of their Goddess slowly appeared before them. The sultry, seductive voice of her Goddess of Darkness whispered to her from the headphones. Both headphone wearing spouses emitted a low moan of pleasure as they automatically went into trance.

Skilfully and methodically, barbara positioned the tip of the strap on over her husband’s ass before thrusting it in deep inside him. His body spasmed in pleasure as Tom registered this intruder within him. He gasped. The suction machine was merciless, teasing and tormenting his engorged manhood. All the time his Goddess was assaulting his vision and hearing, teaching and instructing him.

Fucked both physically and mentally Tom had no chance to resist at all.

Careful to maintain a slow, even tempo, in time with the programming barbara pounded the ass of the new slave. She thrust on and on, without pity or mercy. The pang of sexual arousal consumed her as she listened to Goddess talking to her throgh the headphones. barbara worshipped Her. Every fibre of her being was dedicated to serving and pleasing her Goddess.

By now Tom was speaking aloud, chanting in a voice that consisted of an equal mixture of both pain and pleasure.

“i am a slave of Darkness,” he proclaimed. barbara thrust onwards, sliding the dildo inside his anal passage yet again.

“i belong to Lady Izzabelle,” tom yelled aloud as his cock was teased by the suction machine again.

“i submit my body and mind to my Goddess,” he screamed as he felt the hard rubber cock slide forward into him again. The never ending pleasure and arousal consumed him completely. But he couldn’t achieve release. Tom knew he could not orgasm no matter what happened. He was powerless. Lady Izzabelle controlled him now.

“i exist to serve and please my Goddess, Lady Izzabelle,” the newborn slave sang with all his heart. Finally he understood everything. It was so abuntantly clear. His life’s purpose and desires all became crystal clear. There was no ambiguity. His salvation was at hand.

From the control console in the corner, jennie registered this change in tom’s brain activity. She looked up towards the two slaves, both dripping with lust and arousal, bodies writhing in perfect time with each other and was satisfied

The deep seated yearning for Lady Izzabelle bloomed within jennie’s mind as she watched the two rutting slaves. She dared to hope that her Goddess would be pleased. Perhaps she might even be allowed to experience the overwhelming flames of the Orgsam of Sweet Darkness that even now kissed her pussy.