The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The Accidental Master

Synopsis: A man finds himself the “unwilling” Master of a beautiful stranger.

Codes: MC MF MD

Day One

I was in a hurry to get home. I was out of food and needed to stock up on beer and snacks before the game started. I was never sure who would show up to watch the game. Sometimes the house might be overflowing and sometimes I would sit and watch the game alone. I had, however, a reputation of having an open door policy for friends during game time and that meant I needed to stock up.

Just as I was grabbing a case of beer from the cooler I heard a woman scream “Oh my God!” I jerked around to see what was happening, only to see this beautiful woman kneeling on the ground in front of me and grabbing for my leg.

I tried to step back from her, thinking she must have dropped something, or be in pain, but once she had a hold on my leg, she wasn’t about to let go.

“Master!” she cried out.

“Who are you talking to?” I asked, warily looking around.

She shook her head as if she were trying to clear it. Then she looked up. When she did, I was treated to the brightest blue eyes that I had ever seen.

“What have you done to me?” she asked, her face showing a great deal of pain. She seemed to struggle to get the words out.

By now, I was more than a little freaked out. I mean, I was born and raised in the South and nobody says Master anymore! I started looking around for some hidden camera, thinking that I might be on one of those reality TV shows where they embarrass people then show it on TV.

There wasn’t anyone else in the store. The place was deserted, so I ruled out the reality TV show prank.

“Please tell me what you did to me Master!” she cried out again.

“Please be quiet.” I said, not wanting to draw attention to the situation. “I didn’t do anything to you. I’ve never seen you before in my life.”

And that’s when it got really strange. She looked up at me like she was going to say something else, but when she opened her mouth, no sound came out.

Then the panicked look in her eyes got a lot worse.

She jerked around and grabbed at her purse and I started to back away from her. But for some reason I paused. Something was nagging me about the whole situation. Here was a very attractive young woman, kneeling on the floor at my feet, her skirt had ridden up her thighs and exposed two very nice legs and the hint of stockings underneath. And she had called me “Master”.

About then I noticed that she had pulled out a pen and a deposit slip and was furiously writing on it. Her mouth

I stepped closed and she handed me the slip of paper. It read, “I am not crazy but something has happened to me so that I can’t speak.”

Then she grabbed it back and wrote something else on it, like inspiration had just hit her. When she handed it back it read, “You told me to be quiet. Now I can’t speak. Please, humor me and tell me I can talk again.”

I looked at her and noticed she was on the verge of tears. Then she bent down and placed her forehead on the toe of my shoe. Not knowing what else to do, I leaned over and said, “You may talk, but only if you promise to keep your voice down.”

She looked up and with trepidation in her eyes, opened her mouth and very quietly said “Thank you Master.”

“Why are you calling me Master?” I asked her. “I don’t know you. Do I?”

“No, Master, we have never met.” I noticed that now she was crying as she spoke quietly to me. “I don’t know what is happening. I have never had anything like this happen before, but I was just walking down the aisle here, thinking about what to get myself for dinner. Then I glanced up and saw you and felt this need, like a terrible pain in my head and I had to come over and kneel down.”

I wasn’t convinced and it must have shown on my face. Maybe the fact that I was still looking around for the hidden camera and the TV crew gave away my disbelief. Whatever it was, she continued.

“Master, I am sorry for the discomfort this is causing you. I have tried not to call you Master, but I can’t seem to say anything else. And I don’t know your name.” She sobbed and placed her forehead on the ground. “I must seem insane.”

Not knowing what else to do, I knelt down beside her. “Listen, why don’t you stand up, we’ll finish our shopping and then we’ll go outside and talk about this. Alright?”

She nodded, the relief apparent on her face. “Yes, Master. That would be wonderful.”

I stood back up and held out my hand to her to help her stand up. And when she touched my hand, it was like an electric shock that ran through me. I jerked my hand which caused her to slip and fall into me, which knocked me backwards and over the case of beer I had placed on the floor.

The next thing I knew, I was lying on the floor with my head in a woman’s lap, her long brown hair falling down around her face and mine and she was crying and caressing my face.

“What happened, Angela?” I asked.

Then I remember what had happened and started to get up, but when I tried to move, she grabbed me.

“How did you know my name?” she asked with a fierce look in her eyes, causing her bright blue eyes to burn with a fire.

Her question was a good one. How did I know her name? I thought back again, looking at her face and trying to remember if we had ever met before.

“What did you do to me?” she asked again, still quietly, but with anger in it. “How did you know my name and what did you do to me Master.”

“If you are mad at me, then quit calling me Master.” I said to her rather vehemently as I pulled away from her and started to stand. “I don’t know how I know your name, I didn’t do anything to you and, to the best of my knowledge, we have never met. Now leave me alone!”

I grabbed my case of beer and started to walk away, not even looking back at her. I was convinced that this was some kind of con game. With the shock that had knocked me out and then her reaction when I woke up, I figured someone was setting me up.

I got to the front of the store and quickly paid for the beer and snack food I already had in my basket and then headed out for my car. Realizing that I was late, I started to rush home in order to get there in time for tip-off.

As I was walking out to my car, I heard someone running up behind me and as I turned, I saw Angela running to catch up to me. She was holding her head with one hand and clutching her purse and keys with the other. She was saying something but I couldn’t tell what it was over the traffic noise from the highway.

“Please wait, oh god, please wait Master.” She was repeating over and over I noticed as she got closer. “Please, just let me talk to you for a minute.”

I turned and started to unlock my car, hoping to get in it and lock the door before she got to me, but she sprinted the last few yards and threw herself at my feet before I could get the keys in the door.

“Please wait. Something happened to me when you left. I got this terrible pain in my head and the further away you got, the worse the pain was. I was screaming in my head, until I got up to follow you, but all that came out was this quiet voice.”

“Let go of me.” I replied somewhat angrily. “What do you want from me?”

“Master, I am so sorry this is causing you distress.” She sobbed. “I don’t know what is happening to me. I must be going insane.” And with that, she broke down and cried, great sobs pouring from her.

Now I knew at that instant that I could walk away and know that she was going to go to an insane asylum or jail, or I could try to help her. For a moment, just a moment, I thought about leaving her there, letting the police deal with her. But then again, she might follow me and stalk me, so best to just deal with whatever was going on. Besides, what would it be like to have a slave, someone who was compelled to carry out your every command.

I looked at this poor woman who was crying on my pants and shoes and how much distress she was in, so of course I decided to try and help her.

“Please stop crying.” I said. “Stop crying and stand up. I promise to stay here until we can figure out what is happening, Angela.”

To my amazement, that is exactly what she did. It was like someone turned off a switch in her brain and she was no longer crying. And she stood up and brushed herself off, trying to fix her stocking which were obviously ruined from her dive at my feet.

And then it dawned on me. She had once again done exactly what I had said. And how did I know her name, I wondered?

“Is your name Angela?” I asked.

“Yes, Master. How do you know that?” she replied.

“I have no idea.” I answered. “I want to try something. I am going to give you a command and I want you to try and resist following it. Alright?”

She nodded. “I will try Master, but it hurts terribly when I try to resist you.”

“Give me your purse.” I commanded.

I could tell that she was trying not to do as I said. She was clenching her jaw, squinting her eyes and holding her head. But her arm was still taking the straps off her shoulder and slowly handing her purse to me, a stranger.

Finally, I could take it no more and I reached out to take her purse from her. When I did, her skin again touched mine and again I felt a small shock. Suddenly I knew that she lived just a few blocks from me and that she worked as a law clerk for one of the federal appellate courts while she went to law school.

I didn’t look through her purse, though I could have. She let go of it and just looked at me as I held it. It was an awkward moment.

“Here take it back.” I said to her, handing her purse back. “I don’t know what is going on, but you could just be acting still. How can I know that you aren’t just trying to con me?”

She looked at me for a second and I could tell that she was thinking.

“Tell me to do something that I won’t want to do. Something that even a con-man wouldn’t do.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“If I told you what to tell me then it wouldn’t be a very good exercise in testing me, now would it.” She replied.

“Give me all the money in your purse.” I said snidely, figuring that a con would be the least likely to give up money.

She nodded, though she didn’t look happy, and reached into her purse, withdrew her wallet and handed me several hundred dollars in cash.

“I stopped by the ATM when I went into the store. I was getting cash for the week.” She said by way of explanation as to why she had so much cash on her.

Still not convinced, I decided to surprise her with another command.

“Take off your skirt.” I told her suddenly.

“Oh my God, what do you…” she started to say, until she realized that she was undoing the button on the side of her skirt, pulling down the zipper and letting her skirt fall down around her boots.

It wasn’t very nice of me, but I made her stand like that for a few minutes, and I admired her body. She had on thigh high stockings and black lacy underwear that hid nothing. Her sex was shaved and bare, and her thighs and ass were even shapelier than her skirt had hinted at.

Her blouse fell down and covered most of her so that she could have passed for having a really short skirt under an un-tucked shirt, so I told her to hand me her skirt.

“Yes, Master.” She nodded as she handed me her skirt. “I figured that would be your command when I first thought of it. The money surprised me, but I can understand why you chose that as well.”

“Well, I had to make sure you weren’t just trying to con me.” I replied.

“Are you a law clerk and a student at the law school?” I asked her next.

She got this really strange look in her eye and slowly nodded her head. “How did you know that?” she asked.

“When ever I touch you, I get a shock and when that passes, I know things about you. I know it sounds crazy, but that is what happened in the store when I fell over backwards. That’s how I knew your name. And just a minute ago, when I touched you, I somehow knew that you were a law clerk for a federal judge and that you were a law student at Wake Forest.”

She looked at me strangely, skeptically.

“Look, it is no stranger than you dropping to your knees in the middle of the grocery store and suddenly calling me Master. Is it?” I said.

“Unless you did something to me to make me call you Master.” She replied, her anger just under the surface of her voice.

“Look, neither one of us seems very happy about the situation here. Let’s just go about our business and just try to forget that any of this ever happened.” I said trying to get out of this mess and get home to the game I still wanted to watch. Besides, I was starting to get a little uncomfortable in my pants having to look at this very good looking woman standing in front of me half dressed.

“I would love nothing more,” she said, “but when you walked away from me in the store I thought my head was going to explode from the pain. Can I have my skirt back?”

“No, not until we figure out what we are going to do. Consider it my insurance.” I said

“Then, can we get in your car? I am getting a little cold out here. Or we can get in mine,” she continued, seeing my skeptical reaction. “I don’t care which one.”

“Fine. Get in.” I said, popping the lock and opening the door before walking around to the other side and getting in myself.

“Take your bra off.” I said suddenly, wanting to see if she would still obey me.

“I hope you are enjoying this.” She said angrily. “Just like a man to want a cheap thrill.”

And then suddenly she grabbed her head and moaned with pain, almost a scream even, as she held her head. Then she grabbed the door handle and opened it, throwing up all over the ground but luckily not getting any in the car.

“Stop, stop, I will take it off if you will take the pain away!” she cried, still holding her head. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“What’s going on?” I asked. “Are you alright?”

“My head feels like it did in the store when you walked away.” She replied, her finger fumbling with her blouse as she unbuttoned it to get her bra off. A moment later she shrugged off her blouse and bra and handed them both to me.

I must have blushed or looked embarrassed because she smirked at me and held her chest out.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” she asked. “Would you like for me to take off all my clothes?”

When I said that she was beautiful earlier, I was wrong. Beautiful didn’t even begin to describe the woman that was sitting in my car, topless and wearing nothing but boots, stockings and lacy panties. She looked like a model right out of a Victoria’s Secret catalogue.

Her breasts were perfect, at least to me. Not too big, but more than ample for her frame, probably a C or D cup and her light brown nipple were hard and erect and dimpled. And her skin was lightly tanned with no tan lines, and no blemishes.

I realized I was staring when she waved her hand back and forth in front of my face, a sly grin on her face.

“Are you alright, Master?” she asked, her amusement apparent in her tone.

I shook my head and shifted in my seat, trying to relief my discomfort.

“Yes, I am fine. Here,” I said as I handed her blouse back to her, “put this back on until we figure out what we are going to do. I won’t be able to think clearly with you sitting there like that.”

“Yes Master.” She said, smiling and slipping her blouse back on.

“Master?” she began, “When I try to refuse you, or when you move away from me, I seem to get a terrible pain in my head. And I don’t enjoying being sick. So, why don’t we go to my house, or yours, and eat some dinner. We can talk and experiment and figure out what we are going to do.”

“That’s fine, but there is a basketball game on right now that I want to see, so unless you have a large screen TV, let’s go to my house.”

She smiled. “I love basketball Master, and I go to most of the Wake Forest games. Why don’t you drive us to your house? We can watch the game and then get some dinner and talk.”

“What about your car?” I asked.

“It will be fine here. If it gets stolen, more power to whoever gets it. I only drive crappy cars since I have to drive downtown everyday. That way, when it gets door dings and stolen, I haven’t really lost anything.”

A few minutes later I pulled the car into the garage. I was relieved to see that no one had decided to come over to watch the game. It was tough enough to accept Angela’s presence myself, much less try to explain it to someone else.

“Come on in and make yourself at home.” I said to her as I closed the garage door and headed into the house with the groceries.

I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV while I put the beer in the fridge, pulling out a cold one for myself and Angela. Seeing the menu for Takeout Taxi, I grabbed it and the phone and headed back into the den to watch the game. I figured after the game we could have some dinner and figure out what to do next.

However, the sight of Angela on my couch, with her legs curled up under her and her nipples tenting her shirt soon had my mind wandering. And wondering whether I should command her to put her clothes back on.

Nevertheless, we did manage to watch the game and quite a good game as Wake held on to beat Duke, coming back from a 12 point deficit at one point. That isn’t to say that I didn’t occasionally get distracted and threaten to give Angela some commands while we watched the game, but overall, I managed to control myself.

“So what would you like for dinner? I thought we could order some takeout and open a bottle of wine if that sounds good to you.” I asked.

“I love Italian food and there is this great little Italian place that Takeout serves, Master” she replied.

“Italian it is then!” I replied, dialing the number since I already knew what I was going to order. “What do you want to eat?”

“Master, I would like to have the lasagna.” She said

A few minutes later I had ordered lasagna and saltimbocca with chocolate chip cannoli for dessert.

“Now, while we wait, let’s see if we can figure out what is going on with us.” I said.

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot while we watched the game, Master. I have even tried to say your name, but when I try to say anything other than Master, the pain in my head starts.”

I looked her in the eye and said, “Call me Josh.”

“Yes Josh, Master.” She replied and then hung her head and balled up her fists.

“That didn’t really help, but I appreciate you trying.” She said when she looked back up.

“Do not call me Master.” I said to her again.

I watched as she started to smile, then she grabbed her head and fell to the floor and started screaming in pain.

“Call me Master!” I quickly yelled at her and within second her screaming stopped.

“Please,” she said quietly as she tried to catch her breath, “don’t ever do that again. Please Master, promise me.”

I knelt down beside her and started to pick her up, but when I touched the bare skin of her arm, that electrical sensation once again flowed through her to me and suddenly I knew things about her friends and family. Personal things like her parents name and address and where she grew up and went to school. And then my head hurt.

When I opened my eyes, I was the one laying on the floor and Angela was kneeling over me. She was crying and softly saying “Master” as she caressed my face. The way she was leaning over me, her hair once again fell down around us and I could see her breasts as her shirt gaped open.

“If I am going to get shocked every time I touch you, we are going to have a problem.” I said quietly, watching her face light up as she heard my voice.

“Oh Master, I am so relieved. What is happening to you when you touch me?” she asked.

“It seems that sometimes when I touch you, I get shocked, and as part of that shock, I garner knowledge about you. For instance, I now know that you went to Forsyth Country Day School and your mom’s name is Allison.”

Her eyes widened and she looked a little scared, but she nodded.

“I wouldn’t be surprised at anything you told me at this point.” She said. Then she stood and helped me get to my feet and we settled onto the couch, with Angela making sure that she kept touching me and never letting our skin contact break.

“I think that along with those shocks that you get, I become more tightly bound to you.” She said thoughtfully. “Just like in the store, when you tripped and fell over backwards, I felt like I had to help you, then in the parking lot, I was drawn to you even more and now, I feel the need to touch you all the time.”

Just then the doorbell rang and Angela jumped up to get it.

“I’ll get it Master, it is the least I can do for you.” She said as she grabbed her purse.

For a second, I felt sorry for the delivery guy who was going to get an eyeful with her outfit of long white blouse, stockings and black boots. Just for a second though as once again I found myself staring at her as she walked down the hall and toward the front door.

When she was around the corner, I came back to my senses and after adjusting my pants again, I headed into the kitchen to get some plates and to open a bottle of wine. When Angela returned, I had set the small table in my kitchen, lit a couple of candles and poured us each a glass of red wine.

Angela smiled when she saw the table. She set the food on the counter and came over to give me a kiss on the cheek. I froze for a second, expecting another shock, but I felt nothing except the softness of her lips and the warmth of her breath.

“That was very sweet of you.” She said softly into my ear. Then she looked at me and said, “I was going to ask if I could put back on some clothes, but I think that would ruin the mood. Don’t you?”

I just chuckled and starting opening boxes and serving plates with food. Angela sat down at the table, making a show of crossing her legs as she slid into her seat. When I had the food portioned out and some nice olive oil and balsamic on the table for the bread, I joined her at the table.

“Here’s to making the most of interesting situations!’ I toasted, holding up my wine glass to her.

She smiled and met my toast and then said, “Master, may I ask you something?”

“Sure, I will try to answer anything.” I replied between bites of the delicious food and wine.

“Well, and I have never met you before, but I am surprised by you. I am certain that most men would have had me in bed and made me perform all kinds of sexual acts by now, but the worst you have made me do is take off a bit of clothing.”

“Don’t think it hasn’t crossed my mind.” I replied. “I have envisioned all kinds of scenarios since we got here, but first and foremost, I would feel terrible the next day. And secondly, until I understand what is happening to us, I am still a bit freaked out by the whole thing.”

Angela nodded and there was a moment of silence between us.

“I can understand that. I am still frightened by what has happened to me. I am used to being independent and alone, having to rely on no one but myself.” She said softly.

Not knowing what to say, I said nothing.

After a few minutes and several bites of food eaten in silence, she looked up and continued.

“Even now, just sitting across the table from you, I feel this intense need to touch you, to feel you. It scares me. More than that, my head is starting to hurt as well, and I think it is because I’m not touching you or obeying some command.” She said.

I nodded and thought for a minute. “Eat your dinner slowly, enjoy the food and the wine and the company.” I said to her in a firm voice.

“You see,” she said with a smile crossing her face, “that is exactly what I was talking about earlier. Rather than have me feed you and rub myself all over you, you order me to eat my dinner and enjoy it!”

Then something unusual happened. As I watched her take her next bite of food, all of a sudden her eyes got really wide and she moaned as she chewed and swallowed her food. I noticed a blush rising on her cheeks and she quickly used her napkin to wipe her mouth, covering her face for just a moment.

She glanced up at me warily and slowly took another bite of food with the same results, only this time being even more pronounced. She gripped the table hard and moaned as she swallowed her food, her face flush and her nipples pointing through her shirt again. After a few seconds she leaned back in her chair and looked at me.

“You need to be very careful what you say to me, Master.” She said softly. Then the blush returned to her cheeks. “I just had two orgasms from eating.” She mumbled.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I asked, even though I heard her and had witnessed it and had come to a similar conclusion, watching her blush and have to admit it was kind of fun.

“When you said enjoy the food and wine, my mind took that quite literally, and when I ate a bite of food, I had a small orgasm.” She said firmly and quickly but not making eye contact.

I smiled, I had to. This was too good to pass up.

“So if I order you to have an orgasm, you will?” I asked, the grin on my face apparent and the mirth evident in my voice.

“I suppose so, Master.” She said softly, looking at me hesitantly.

“I want you to have a huge orgasm right now.” I ordered her after I checked to make sure that she wasn’t holding her wine glass.

“Oh God!” she muttered just before her eyes rolled back and her back arched and her hands flew to her crotch.

I watched one of the most erotic scenes of my life right then. It was like the scene from “When Harry Met Sally” only multiplied about a hundred times. Her body jerked and twitched and her hands pressed against her panties like she was trying to hold something in. Then she started moaning and gasping for air as she lost control of her body and slid out of her chair and onto the floor.

I quickly slid out of my chair and made my way to her side of the table and grabbed her, trying to keep her from hitting her head, but when I touched her arm, I received another of the shocks and felt pleasure radiating through me from the touch.

Meanwhile, my touch obviously had some effect on her because she let out a scream and then slumped to the floor, moaning softly and laying there limply.

Then I did something I had been wanting to since I made her take off her skirt in the parking lot. I leaned down and kissed her. In the back of my mind, I was sure she was going to push me away and slap me, but it was kind of hard to resist this partially clothed beautiful woman whom I had just watched have an incredible orgasm that I was at least partially responsible for.

So I was surprised when she reached up and wrapped her arm around my neck, pulling me closer and kissing me with ferocity. Soon the kiss deepened and I pressed my tongue into her mouth, her mouth opening and sucking in my tongue, her tongue flicking and teasing the tip of mine.

Then her other hand starting rubbing my chest and arms, and she pulled me down so that I was laying on top of her as she starting to grind her crotch against mine, my hard cock pressing into her and her wet panties.

“Oh Master!” she cried out, breaking our kiss and gasping for air. “Please take me. Oh God please take me.”

And so I did, without any pretense nor foreplay, I reached down and starting pulling her panties off, accidentally ripping them as I did. Feeling the flimsy material give way, I gave one last tug and felt them rip free of her body.

Then I reached down and started to undo my pants, pushing Angela hands away from where they had been fumbling with my zipper. I quickly dropped my pants and Angela grabbed my cock and moaning loudly, placed the tip of my cock against her sex. Then she wrapped her legs around my back and impaled herself onto my cock.

In a matter of seconds she was back to moaning and nearly screaming as she rode me. I could feel her muscles spasm around me and the sensation was incredible. She was so hot and wet and tight that with just a few strokes in and out of her combined with the sexual tension of the evening, I was soon pumping her full of my cum.

And when my orgasm hit, it triggered hers and she threw her head back and screamed “Oh Yes Master, Yes, Yes, Yes!”

A few minutes later when I had recovered my breathing, I rolled over and off of her, admiring her disheveled form. She was beautiful even after being ravaged on the cold kitchen floor.

“Oh God that felt good!’ she said softly, opening her eyes to look over at me and smile.

“I would agree with that sentiment.” I replied.

I started to sit up and felt her reach up and grab me.

“No, wait.” She said and pulled me back down beside her. “Thank you for that. I needed it somehow. I just want you to know that I am not mad or upset with you.”

And with that she slipped down my body and sucked me into her mouth, gently cleaning me of our combined secretions. This of course had the consequence that one might expect and I was amazed when I felt my cock slide into her throat. Then she started to periodically swallow and hum, driving my excitement even higher.

After a few minutes of this treatment, she slid back but and while nibbling on my ear asked, “ Master, may I pleasure you again?”

My answer wasn’t verbal, but I think she got the message when I grabbed her hips and positioned her over my now erect cock. With a long slow moan, she slid down onto me, burying me within her depth in one smooth motion.

As I reached up and started to unbutton her blouse, she reached up and ripped it off, sending buttons flying across the floor, their tinkling sounds mingling with the moans that Angela was making as she slowly slid back and forth along my length.

I massaged her breast and then pulled her down so that I could suckle on a nipple, feeling her reaction, I redoubled my efforts and then made sure I gave equal treatment to the other nipple. Before long she was moaning and rocking back and forth, her excitement obviously reaching a critical point.

I pulled her down and just before I bit down on her ear lobe, I whispered, “Cum! Now!”

And she did. It was as intense as the ones from before, maybe even more so since she was already so excited from the previous ones. And then it didn’t stop. She just kept coming and coming as she rode me, her hair swinging wildly and her body thrashing on top of mine.

All of the sensations she was feeling were also somehow being transmitted through to me and soon I was again filling her with my come. Not wanting to risk that she would continue until she passed out, I pulled her down and whispered for her to calm down and relax after a few minutes and then I relaxed and must have dozed off.