The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Tom was being scolded. In his dreams, he usually was. Often it was his brother, demanding he “buck up”, or his father, glaring at him while he struggled with impossible piles of homework, or fucking Marcus, smirking at him as he was slapped in the hallway by Jody-cunt as she dumped him.

This time, he was naked and cold and being scolded by a giant CumBunny. Fuck! She was eight feet tall, and had muscles the size of his legs. He was terrified! Shit! He tried to hide behind the sofa, but she found him and dragged him out onto the floor. Then she proceed to straddle him and rub her giant pussy up and down his chest. Arrrgghhh! Oh god, he couldn’t help it, he was getting hard... Really hard, even in his fear. The CumBunny giant laughed at him, pointing at his cock, which promptly melted. Fuck! Noooooo!

The scene kept repeating itself, and Tom groaned, over and over...

“Nooo....” Tom moaned again in his sleep.

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep... Fuck! Ow! My head! OW! “Ohmyshittt gaahhh mmm uuuuhhh.” Tom wasn’t feeling well as he woke up, sweating, woozy, and exhausted. And that goddamn beeping...

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep... Slowly Tom realized he was tangled in the damp sheets of his bed, naked, and covered with something which smelled vaguely like his CumBunny. And himself. Fuuuuck. Why am I so groggy?

Shit! Oh, yeah. Oh YEAH!! He brightened and sat up. And remembered last night. Oh, fuck that was HOT! That massage! That fucking! She almost ripped it off! He smiled crookedly. It still hurt. I’ll be walking funny today, oh man! His balls were aching, complaining about “too much fucking exercise for one night.” Fucking balls. Just do your job and shut up, goddamit.

The beeping continued. It wasn’t his CumBunny. It wasn’t his implant. It was... FUCK! SHIT! MY EYE! MY EYE! His right eye was blind. All he could see was blue.

“Goddamn, I hate Microsoft, those fucking cunt wankers,” he screamed at the walls, waving his fists wildly and bouncing in the bed. Obviously, his eye had crashed, yet again. Blue screen of death. Those fuckers. One day I’m going out there and teach those cunts some fucking manners!

Wearily, he dragged himself upright and staggered over to his dresser, semi-blind (his left eye worked, sort of), and got the reboot key. The little device would reboot the implant in his eye, hopefully. He pressed the key to his right temple, held his breath, scrunched his eyes shut, and pressed the button. “Click.”

A blinding white light flashed in his eye, accompanied by the feeling of a needle poking into his brain—Shiiiiiiiittttt!—then a blinking cursor appear, followed momentarily by a string of ascii text: something F12 Boot something DOS something something... Tom knew that “DOS” was some nightmare holdover from the corporate highwaymen of the 1980s.

It’s a good thing they locked those bastards up during the 4th Depression, after that Windows 15 debacle. Hundreds of millions actually starved to death! He smiled at the thought of those fuckers in jail. Then he recanted in horror... Shit, without them, there’d be no robo-slave trade, and he’d have no CumBunny! Shit!

The insipid “startup tune” for Windows 27 was now playing in his eye, and he waited for the “happy graphics” to fade away as his vision slowly returned. Shit! Seven billion people have to put up with this every few days... Goddam you Microshaft programmers!

Anyway... Looking around, he noticed the CumBunny was not in the room. He looked at the foot of the bed, then under it, just in case, and went out into the den.

There she was, nestled in her shipping crate. Fuck, why do I feel so groggy? Coffee, I need coffee.

He looked at her with pride, and said “CumBunny Command: Wakeup you cunt, and make me some coffee, then make me some breakfast: two eggs, bacon and orange juice. Now.”

She sprung to life, turned to him, “Good Morning, Studly Master. I will make breakfast now as you command,” then hopped out of her crate and slinked towards the kitchen, eyeing him with both love and lust as she passed. After a moment of watching her perfect ass, he followed her in, smiling.

She was taking food out of the fridge. Shit, this kitchen is a mess.

“CumBunny Command: When you finish breakfast, clean up the kitchen... Oh, and clean up the apartment. Oh, and right now say: I’m a hot cunt and I love you...”

She turned to him from the stove, poking her tits out at him provocatively and agreed, “I’m a hot cunt, and I love you, Studly Master,” then she winked at him! Hot Fuck! Am I a programmer or what!

He walked over up behind her, pressed his naked body against hers and reached around to fondle her tits. Her nipples got hard and she moaned in appreciation. His balls jumped to attention and saluted.

“Say, CumBunny, what the fuck do you eat?”

“Command error, please restate.”

This is getting to be a drag... Okay... Let’s try...

“CumBunny Command: From now on, whenever I speak to you, you will take my speech as a command, unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Studly Master.” Hey, it worked! Hot shit!

“So, let’s try again, what the fuck do you eat?”

“Oh, Studly Master, I am programmed to eat only healthy foods to stay beautiful for you.”

“Good. Can you shop by yourself, or do you need a leash or something?”

“Studly Master, I am programmed to shop, do household chores, socialize, and perform sexual gymnastics and First Aid at an expert level of proficiency.”

Shit, this is GREAT!

“Okay, slut. Here we go. From now on, I will call you slut, cumslave, fucktoy, dick-receptical, or whatever I want, and each time you hear me say one of these names to you, you will feel hot and sexy and aroused and obedient, and a tiny orgasm will stab each of your nipples. You will love it when I dump on you! Understand?”

“Oh, ummm, Yesss unh, Studly Master!” As she cooked breakfast, she was rubbing her thighs together in arousal. Tom looked closely at her. Yes! She’s actually starting to drip! Hot shit!

“CumBunny, you are the stupidest fucking cunt whore I’ve ever seen, and you’re not allowed to EVER cum unless I’m fucking you, and I GIVE you permission. Understand, you dumb fuck?”

“Uhhh, ummm, ahhh, yessss, uhh, Stud, duhhhh, -ly, Massss Tuuuur, uh” she said slowly in a moron’s voice.

Fuckin’ A! Got to be careful what I say to this dumb bimbo...

“No, no, no. You are never to behave or think like a dumb fuck, you idiot, you are always to behave like a really smart and intelligent girl slave. Unless I tell you otherwise. Oh, but always submissive and with total love towards me. Understand?”

“Yes, Studly Master. Your breakfast is ready now.” She smiled lovingly at him as she laid the dishes on the table.

“Okay. Hey! You burned my eggs, you cunt! You Fuckwad!” He was suddenly angry now.

“Oh, Studly Master... BEEP! ... Official Noticing Follows ... CumBunny 3000 default cookering program instructeds undercooking never danger eggs according SlaveMaster Company Liability Program Directioning A-002-E41457...”

Tom stood suddenly, “Shut the fuck up, cunt!” and he slapped her. Stupid fucking cunt. I’m your master, you twat. “Just shut up!”

The CumBunny just stood there, waiting. Calming himself, Tom thought carefully for a moment, then asked, “CumBunny, can I override the Liability programming?”

“Yes, Studly Master. Would you like to? I must make sure you understand and agree...”

All right! “Yeah, whatever, fuck. Get on with it.”

The CumBunny suddenly stood stock-straight, and a British, distinctly “old boy’s” voice came from the CumBunny, “Mr. Tom Hoserman, imprinted as Studly Master, do you acknowlege release of SlaveMaster Company from all liabilities or other actionable behaviour from this CumBunny 3000? If you do, state your name and authorize release of liability.” Fucking Limeys! I should have known they’d have their dicks in this pie...

“Yeah, yeah. I’m Tom Hoserman and I hereby release SlaveMaster from whatever liabilities or whatever, yada yada yada. Is that enough?”

The CumBunny played back Tom’s statement in his own voice. Shit, that’s just too fucking weird... She finished with “Studly Master, please say Confirm or Cancel.”

“Confirm, you fuck. Now re-do my eggs the way I like ‘em, a bit runny, and remember that in future, you cunt.”

All the swearing at her was having a visible effect, Tom was delighted to see. A trickle of juices could be seen on her inner thighs now. Shit, that is so hot. Just wait ‘til I make her dribble out by the pool! Bitsy will shit! Bitsy was Marcus’ frigid wife. Hah! With a dork like Marcus as a husband, it’s no wonder she’s frigid!

The CumBunny turned to Tom, the reddening mark of the slap clearly visible on her face. Was that a tear in her eye? No!

“What the fuck is that tear in your eye, cunt?”

“Studly Master, that is not a tear, that is just watering from the impact of your hand near my eye. It is a protective reaction only, Studly Master.”

Tom glared at her. She needed a good fucking to get rid of that hurt tone in her voice...

He picked up the newspaper and began to read. Fuck, can’t focus properly. Fucking eye implant. He smacked the side of his own head, and pretty hard. The CumBunny jumped and Tom swore.

Shit, too hard! What the fuck. I must still be angry at the cum-cunt. He tried to calm himself. His eye still wasn’t focusing quite properly. Shit, ANOTHER fucking trip to the optometrist. I’m going to get this fucking implant removed. But he wouldn’t. After the CumBunny, he really had no money left for anything like that.

He felt the CumBunny’s warm breath on his neck as she placed the newly cooked eggs in front of him. Laying down the newspaper... Did I just read something? Fuck. Must be lack of sleep. And those dreams were pretty fucking weird... He picked up his fork and started to eat.

Shit, these were good! Real home cooking! Hah! A woman’s place really was in the kitchen! Fuck!

“CumCunt, climb under the table and suck my cock. Now.”

The CumBunny said “Oh, yes, Studly Master,” as she climbed down onto her hands and knees, pushing the other chair out of the way, and shoving her head between Tom’s legs. The feel of her soft hair on his thighs made him twitch in anticipation. She forced her head up into his crotch, and began to service Tom’s rising cock.

“Arrrr mmmm mmmm, good,” Tom exclaimed around a big piece of bacon. He continued to chew, his jaw working (unnoticed) in time with the CumBunny’s. She continued to work—What a fucking pro!—and Tom began to approach his climax, “Ohh mmmm aaahhhh.”

He stood up suddenly, shoved the breakfast table back away from him, then grabbed the CumBunny’s still-attached head and began to thrust as hard as he could “aaaaahhhh Gaaahh oooohhhh youuuuu fffuuuuuuucccking CUUUNNNTTT”. His cock went all the way into the CumBunny’s professionally trained throat. FUCK! That’s Deep! His pubes were rubbing against the CumBunny’s nose and she was moaning! Listen to that!

Again and again he thrust, this time trying to hold back as long as he could, building and building, but mindful always of the infuriating Windows 27 “Sword of Damocles”. His hands were tightly wrapped in the luscious red hair flying about the CumBunny’s head, pulling it onto his swollen member.

The CumBunny began to hum deeply and clench her throat on his cock Holy fucking fuck! Vibrate Mode!... and then Tom lost it, “AHHHHH ahhhh OHHHH AHHHH aaggghhhh” he shouted, spewing and thrusting and spewing over and over into the wet, tight throat of the fuck-slave. The CumBunny continued humming, and began to rotate her head back and forth around Tom’s cock. “AAAHHH uhhhh ooohhhh fuuuuuuuu.” Again, Tom’s eyes were closed, his head thrown back as the night before, straining. This time he was lucky and didn’t trigger a blackout.

“Fuuuuuck!” He sat down hard on the chair, with the CumBunny still softly attached, squeezing every last drop of his juice from his thoroughly milked member. “CumBunny, that was amazing. What a slut you are, what a pro!” This time, actual admiration could be heard in Tom’s voice. “Boy, those Minsk fucks really know their programming!”

The CumBunny released his now-flaccid cock from her mouth, sat back on her heels, and sighed with pleasure, “Oh, Studly Master. This slave is pleased you are happy.”

“CumBunny, I have a question for you.”

“Yes, Studly Master?”

“Did you cum last night, or when you were sucking me just now?”

“Oh, no, Studly Master. I was not instructed to do so.”

“Hmmm... Well, fair’s fair. I want to you have a massive orgasm while you three-finger your twat, really hard, right now!” Tom grinned. Now for a little after breakfast show...

The CumBunny immediately thrust her fingers into her cunt so hard that her eyes bugged out, and then “OHHHHHHH ohhmmmm AAAHHHH unhhh,” the screams pierced the room while Tom watched in amazement, eyes wide! Fuck! Look at her cum! Fuckin’ Hell!

The CumBunny shivered and shook for 20 or 30 seconds, moaning and rolling her eyes, her hand pushed hard into her cunt, unmoving as far as Tom could see. Then she pulled her fingers out, waited a moment, and again rammed them really hard into herself, cumming again, “OHHH OH OH OH OHHHHH ahhhh UNHHHHHH...”

This went on for almost ten minutes, with Tom sitting and staring wide-eyed at the scene before him. The CumBunny would ram herself once, really hard, orgasm and shake for twenty or thirty seconds on her almost stationary hand, then start over again. Honestly, it was the weirdest (and best) sex show Tom had ever seen.

“Okay, fuckhead, that’s enough. Stop.”

The CumBunny was instantly quiet and sedate—Freaky!—and other than the now-constant dribble of juices down her legs, and the bright red flush on her neck and breasts, you’d never know what had just happened.

“Clean your fingers.”

Tom reached up and pulled the table back in place, right over the top of the finger-sucking CumBunny, then picked up the last bit of toast and stuffed it into his mouth. Idly, he picked up the newspaper, then decided against it.

He stood and finished up, smacking his lips, “Good job, CumBunny. Now I’m going to work. I’ll be back at 7pm, so I want you to go out and shop for dinner—steaks I think—and buy whatever else the fuck you think you need for cleaning the apartment. Use this...” he dropped his MasterlyVista chip on the table.

“Buy cheap stuff. And then clean the apartment—SPOTLESS, understand - and then have my dinner ready for me at 7pm sharp. Got it?”

“Oh, and clean yourself up before you put on your jumpsuit, the baggy purple one, and go out. It’s in your crate. Directions to the shops are online.”

“Oh, and one final thing: Get rid of that fucking crate and packing materials, but keep anything that looks like I might need it to run you properly, okay?”

“Yes, Studly Master. Enjoy your day.” Enjoy your day? Fuck... Must be the programming...

Tom showered and dressed, and as he left, the CumBunny was already cleaning the kitchen, and had music playing. Music? Hey, she was a girl once, what the fuck. Who cares...

The door banged shut behind Tom. The CumBunny began to sing.