The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Melody was still kneeling in obedience looking up directly at her ‘new roommate’.

Poor Melody’s addled mind could not help but think that young Lashawndra now looked so tall that way, so imposing. Her expression was one of awe and wonder, as she futilely attempted to know why this was happening, then, she didn’t care, just quickly.

Lashawndra deftly moved her leg forward and she stomped her size 11 gladiator sandaled foot between Melody’s thin, bronzed legs. Lashawndra moved even closer, with her oily calf and her knee pressed firmly against Melody’s tight stomach.

Lashawndra then pushed her muscular thigh against Melody’s almost flat chest, and the oil from her leg rubbed off onto Melody while Lashawndra applied more pressure, displaying her dominance, her youth, and her strength.

Marking Melody with the oil from her legs also illustrated that Melody was merely a possession to Lashawndra now. This was just the beginning of marking Melody as hers.

Lashawndra then crossed her arms again, roughly rubbing each hand under the opposite arm and then she put her palms strongly under Melody’s chin and she held Melody’s face firmly, as she then spoke down to her. Lashawndra’s voice was echoing once again, as Melody felt those powerful pheromones dose her yet again.

To keep her balance, Melody actually needed to lean in, now pressing up against the younger woman. Lashawndra continued her angry rant.

“That study said that the few extra pounds didn’t hurt our self esteem at all, and I think that’s pretty true, don’t you?” Lashawndra asked her, already suspecting the answer she would receive from her deeply entranced victim.

Melody was to be her new pet, thought Lashawndra. Her new personal servant, ready to become whatever Lashawndra wanted her be. Her response to the pheromones was like none she had ever seen before.

Lashawndra continued: She apparently had memorized this review like Sam Jackson memorized a bible verse for Pulp Fiction.

Lashawndra ranted: ‘dietsinreview.com said something like 66% of ‘large’ or slightly thick’ Ebony women had HIGH self esteem, while only 41% of skinny little white bitches did.”

She addressed Melody: “See, You naturally gots lower self-esteem, and when I am done, you ain’t gonna have none, you can already feel it fading now. Lashawndra waved a hand.

Lashawndra cockily continued: “You White Women with little bitty breasts, looking like a little waif: you be the ones with NO self esteem, understand?’

Melody answered: “Um…sure… yes, ma’am Melody mumbled, no self esteem”, (not having read that article, or really even remembering the question, she was just agreeing with the dominant stranger).

Lashawndra went on:

“Hell, I can tell that you done READY! You ready to do WHATEVER a strong Ghetto Queen commands you to do.” Lashawndra said smugly, with defiant confidence.

“You gonna follow ALL my commands, and I’m gonna cure your foot phobia, for good! Oh yeah”

Lashawndra picked a random chair and then she lifted Melody off the ground callously, then she sat the naked woman right on her knee where she sat, almost as if Melody was a ventriloquist’s doll.

Lashawndra grabbed Melody’s crotch with the same hand and started stimulating Melody’s clitoris again, and then, Lashawndra spoke to Melody, in a slow, controlled tone. She grabbed Melody’s face with her other hand and she stared deeply into Melody’s eyes. She breathed into Melody’s face as she spoke:

Lashawndra said forcefully: ‘As of NOW you ain’t got No self esteem, you be like a Dog at my feet, you just excited to be there, you know you belong at my ebony feet, at all ebony female feet, yeah, you wanna be underneath them, pampering them, you really into them, you so fucking passive for me, you’re all admiring me, and obeying me.”

Lashawndra kept her hand moving and her gaze intense. “Now repeat that over and over, softly and in your mind.’

Melody began quietly repeating under her breath: ‘I ain’t got No self esteem, I’m like a Dog at your feet, I’m just excited to be there, I know I belong at your ebony feet, I wanna be underneath them, pampering them, I’m really into them, I’m so fucking passive for you, admiring you, obeying you.”

Lashawndra demanded Melody keep repeating that.

The orgasm was slowly building and Melody couldn’t stop it, as she kept repeating it.

Lashawndra continued: “You see this shirt bitch? I went on line, read Cleopatra had a real strong scent power like I do. She was a queen. Did you READ it? Tell me the truth.

She asked Melody, who then replied meekly, stammering.. “I guess I thought.. the shirt was funny… at first, ma’am.” she said almost apologetically, feeling her self esteem dissolving away, as the urge to be under Lashawndra’s feet began to grow within her, somehow overriding her phobia. The orgasm was building. Lashawndra’s feet were visible from where Melody sat, and Lashawndra kept moving them a little.

Melody darted the occasional glance at the tough size eleven feet, their veins pulsating whenever Lashawndra flexed them. They were so big, so vascular, so strong looking; their pedicure glistened. Melody then began imagining them unleashed from those sandals. She just couldn’t help it.

Lashawndra kept slowly stimulating Melody toward orgasm.

Lashawndra snorted: “It ain’t funny bitch,” she said. “It’s the truth. I AM QUEEN Lashawndra, and YOU are just my ‘Obedient, loyal subject, my…personal servant’.

Lashawndra looked around at her surroundings again, smiling at her new home, how well it was appointed, then said rather flatly: ‘Repeat that over in your head too: I am Queen Lashawndra’s obedient loyal subject, her personal servant’.

Melody now had added that to her repeating inner dialogue. Her mantra was ever growing.

Her orgasm was imminent. She couldn’t stop it. Melody was at the edge of it.

Melody repeated ‘I am Queen Lashawndra’s obedient loyal subject, her personal servant’ also played on an endless loop in Melody’s mind.

Lashawndra continued in the third person:

‘Queen Lashawndra is gonna kick it here now, in your crib, which now: be MY crib. See, YOUR skinny ass is gonna wait on Queen Lashawndra, hand and foot. Especially foot. You gonna take good care of ME, cater to ME, kneel to me and obediently serve ME, totally under My control. You can add that too! She said. Lashawndra congratulated herself.

Lashawndra continued: ‘Shit, I realized I don’t need to ‘rob’, your ass, I’ll just move the fuck in; this house is Mine now, and everything in it too. I just got a serious upgrade and my very own maidservant.”

She stated as a matter of fact, calmly, smiling. Melody was biting her lip. She was so close to orgasm.

Lashawndra then leaned in very close to Melody, breathing in her face on purpose again, and she looked Melody deep in the eyes.

Lashawndra said intensely: “You so skinny with no damned titties, and that little chicken body you got, you be like a tiny helpless Chihuahua, and I be like a big strong pit bull. Now: Who would be the dog in charge? Who gonna win that fight?” Lashawndra asked Melody, as she nodded her head cockily. Lashawndra kept manipulating Melody’s crotch, Melody was going to explode in orgasm any moment.

“Um… the pit bull ma’am”. Melody said sheepishly, she was so dazed, and, slightly slurring. She loved the smell coming off Lashawndra’s hand that held her face. It was amazing, overpowering. Lashawndra stimulating her was now overwhelming.

Lashawndra then loudly commanded: “YOU ain’t got NO self esteem now, NONE! I am the pit bull, your self-esteem be gone, all gone And CUM now, dumb bitch!

Melody came right at that moment. Her body trembled in release. That last sentence linked to it. The wave of orgasm rolled over Melody as she heard Lashawndra:

Lashawndra ranted: “You can’t wait to serve me, to get to these pheromones you love. You be so low, you know you BELONG at my ebony FEET. You crave them, you be obsessed. Because I am your QUEEN, and you are nothing but my lowly subject.” Lashawndra announced.

Wave after wave coincided with those words.

The much younger woman was laying it out for Melody, planting the seeds of how it was to be.

As Melody’s self esteem had quickly dissolved to absolutely nothing, the feeling was almost palpable for her. Lashawndra’s words burrowed deep into Melody’s brain, as Melody kept sniffing hard for that amazing scent on the young woman’s hand. Reveling in the after glow of her orgasm.

As Melody’s esteem and will had been fully vanquished, so did any and all objections to performing any of these degrading acts on the arrogant stranger, or doing anything the young woman commanded. Her compliance was growing exponentially.

Then Lashawndra instructed Melody on an additional pose.

“When I command you to: “submit” and I show you this signal (palm up 4 fingers up) you will roll right onto your back, and put your legs and feet up in the air, a little bit limp at the knee, and at the elbows, and the wrists, just like, just like a submissive female dog!

Cause now, you’re just a bitch in heat, eager to please her mistress. In your little head you just keep repeating: ‘I eagerly submit to Lashawndra, like a dog at her feet.’

Lashawndra continued, concerned if Melody ever tried to leave she demanded:

‘and when you move, you will move at half speed, nice and slow, and when I say freeze, no matter what, you freeze still until I say otherwise with an expression of awe and wonder.’

Lashawndra then placed the now trembling Melody onto the floor and she cavalierly pushed her over using her sandaled foot and then Lashawndra walked and stood several feet away, on the other side of the living room. She put her hands onto her hips, dominantly.

Lashawndra demanded: “Now: crawl over to me..my obedient bitch… really slow, whimper, and then grovel: sniff and kiss my sandals, cause you love the smell of the leather, and of me, all the while you be callin’ me your Ebony Queen!’

Then… keep telling me my feet are beautiful! Tell me you be fallin’ in love with my ebony feet, cause they so awesome, and you never seen such big and beautiful feet, you just can’t resist em, or anything about em. You so filled with ‘your guilt and remorse, that you need to worship ebony female feet, out of shame, a shame that turns you on so much.” Said Lashawndra.

Then she bellowed: “I command you do it: NOW” Lashawndra then aimed her phone at the increasingly hapless Melody and she began recording the intense degradation, making sure Melody looked straight into the camera.

Melody: Nude, dazed, and fresh off a powerful orgasm, was very complaint: She inched forward slowly; softly whimpering, crawling across the floor, over to Lashawndra and then she slowly kissed, and then gently licked the tops of the worn gold sandals, and their sides, uttering repeatedly:

Melody said: “You are my Ebony Queen Lashawndra. You are my Ebony Queen. Your feet are so beautiful, I am falling in love with your ebony feet, I never saw such big and beautiful feet before, and I can’t resist them, or anything about them. I’m so filled with guilt that I need to worship ebony female feet, out of shame, a shame that turns me on. ” Melody sighed and moaned, as a last wave went through her again.

Lashawndra let this continue for a good 15 minutes. All Melody became more fluent in the practice.

Lashawndra just kept repeating to Melody: “ You, see, that’s not so bad, you are being trained like you deserve, like you deserve, it’s not so bad.”

Now say it!

Melody softly repeated: It’s not so bad, I am being trained like I deserve. It’s not so bad.”

Lashawndra continued “that’s good, see… you’re fallin in love, you falling deep in love with my Ebony feet, and every command you obey, you get more turned on by obeying, cause now you be linking obeying me to being turned on.”

Then, when she was ready Lashawndra crossed her arms and she loudly demanded: “ Now’….. stand up again, my submissive white bitch.”

Melody gracefully returned to standing at attention, and then Melody waited for more instructions.

One could not help but immediately notice, that the naked suburban woman was truly several shades darker than her young, Ebony ‘ ghetto queen’, having cultivated and maintained her deep tan for some time. It had long been a point of pride for Melody.

This deep tan however; was not to Lashawndra’s liking at all.

Some might call it a ‘cultural appropriation’ (not a phrase Lashawndra would actually use, but she simply knew… she was pissed her off that this uppity white girl was far darker than she ever was)

Lashawndra would have Melody ‘correct this’: by bleaching her skin to a bright alabaster, the quickest way possible, using multiple daily applications of pharmacy grade hydroquinone cream, Benoquin ointment, and kojic acid. At least Lashawndra had read online that’s how Michael Jackson got so damned ‘white’.

FROM an OBEDIENT SERVANT TO DEDICATED FOOT SLAVE

Lashawndra’s moist hands were now holding onto Melody’s face, Melody quietly waited for commands on what to do next for her dominant young ebony queen.

Then, Lashawndra fought back a powerful sneeze, for as long as she could, until finally she couldn’t hold back any longer, and Lashawndra sneezed right into the palm of her own hand.

Now, the training from a simple obedient servant to becoming a dedicated, kinky foot slave was about to begin, with this test of Lashawndra’s control over Melody.

Lashawndra said: ‘Now, bitch, lick my hands and my fingers clean. Start with this one. Lashawndra was in the significant minority that reports a sweet or floral smell when they sneeze, it was weird but she would use it to her advantage.

Lashawndra knew.. that if Melody did this, and she complied, that she had an amazing level of control over the suburban homeowner, that there was little limit to what she would do for her.

Melody stared at the moist hand Lashawndra had just sneezed into, motionless at first, and then.. she slowly grabbed onto Lashawndra’s strong wrist, and shockingly, Melody slowly raised that hand right toward her face, and then Melody simply lowered her head so she could fully sniff the hand first, her eyes rolled upward. The sneeze not only had pheromones but it had that ‘honey like smell.’

Melody then humbly, slowly, licked the pale, moist palms of Lashawndra’s large hands. Melody lapped with a wide tongue. In Melody’s addled mind, Lashawndra’s words then echoed even more, as she obediently complied, licking the salty palms of the 19yr old.

Lashawndra kept repositioning her hands so Melody could fully lap it all up,

as Melody kept kissing and then licking the large powerful young hands as she then sucked Lashawndra’s long fingers clean.

Then Lashawndra spoke again, even more intensely if that’s even possible.

Lashawndra: “Bitch, I see you fully accept that Lashawndra is in total control, now. You…you just my helpless puppet, I control you. You… just an accessory that came with this house, do you understand? You will always obey me! Now repeat that til I say stop.”

Melody began reciting the added mantra at first in monotone then more fluently:

Melody said: I fully accept that Lashawndra is in total control, now. I’m just your helpless puppet- You control me. I’m just an accessory that came with this house, I will always obey you.”

With her middle finger Lashawndra thumped the center of Melody’s forehead, exclaiming: “Yeah let that sink in!” Then Lashawndra quickly grabbed Melody’s hair, and she deftly lifted Melody to almost standing, yet not fully standing.

Melody was now awkwardly, partially bent over, with her face in perfect alignment with Lashawndra’s perspired armpit, (which had just the slightest amount of hair, dewy with perspiration, and ripe with her intoxicating young scent).

Melody kept repeating: “I accept that Lashawndra is in total control, now. I am just her helpless puppet, I will always obey her.”

With Melody offering zero resistance, and her arms now hanging rather limp at her sides, Lashawndra positioned Melody’s continuously licking mouth from her palm to under her arm. Lashawndra aggressively pressed Melody’s compliant face right into her oddly palatable young armpit. Lashawndra strongly held the back of Melody’s head, moving it all around the aromatic pit, rubbing it up and down to make sure Melody got everything, fully covering her face and her head.

Melody now found her tongue dutifully scraping against the pheromone-laden pit, sucking Lashawndra’s young skin hard, and gently chewing on her dewy underarm hair, trying to fill herself up on any flavors she could obtain from Lashawndra.

Melody eagerly sucked and licked as the younger woman demanded. (Sweat contains salt, protein, urea, and ammonia, and can be affected by diet)

Lashawndra’s hyperhidrosis gave Melody an ample supply. She could feel the flavors trickle down her throat, increasing her intoxication, and her arousal. It was inexplicable, but Melody couldn’t stop, she couldn’t resist. Not unlike that first high for an opium user this was a dragon Melody would chase from now on. The pleasure she was getting was over whelming.

Melody could not believe how her body was reacting to it. Her crotch was vibrating beyond her control. She had never been into women before: Ever. Not even in college.

But suddenly, Melody craved this angry, demanding young stranger’s flavors, and she could not resist her earthy scent nor deny her direct commands. She was mesmerized.

Melody now found herself wanting to, and needing to be: extremely submissive to this intruder, to obey this arrogant young thief, despite their age differences. To do what she was told when Lashawndra commanded was becoming natural, instinctive. Obeying her was becoming a reflex, linked now with powerful pleasure she didn’t understand.

Lashawndra then led Melody over the recliner and the now naked Melody walked obediently, but awkwardly, like a puppet, on her tiptoes not allowing her face to separate from the armpit of her young puppeteer.

It was quite a unique site: the tall, much younger black girl: fully dressed, cavalierly leading the successful white divorcee, around by her hair, thru her own home, only to make her kneel naked before her and then eagerly lick the young woman’s sweaty armpits, craving the pheromones of the domineering young stranger, the thief, she had just met.