The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The New York Actors’ Drama Place is a private drama school in New York, New York. I had been very fortunate to pass all the auditions and make it into the Class of 2026. I considered myself a decent actor (I wasn’t much good at anything else), and I had a lot of fun putting on plays each season with everyone else in my little troupe.

There were 20 of us in total, all young adults looking for a break. The gender ratio was basically even, and some of the women in the troupe were real lookers. Besides being a huge asset in the entertainment world, I would find myself daydreaming about each of them, being my wife, my girlfriend, or girlfriend(s) — forming a sort of harem.

Naturally, these were just fantasies, and I never got the chance to act them out. I was great on stage, but off it, I was too shy even to ask one out. That was until I was visiting the home of one of my male classmates, Wyatt. He was in my year and he had an older brother who served overseas, but was back briefly. We had a good night, gaming and so forth, until the older brother, Dylan, said he wanted to show us something.

“As you know, one of the bases I was on has an emerging technologies lab,” he mentioned, unclicking the fastens on a briefcase. “They would kick me out immediately if they knew, and definitely send me to prison, but I had clearance. And one of the engineers showed me this!” He held up what looked like a choker, with a speaker dangling from the front.

“What is it?” Wyatt asked.

“You’re not gonna believe it.” Dylan smirked and eyed me from across the way. He tapped the speaker once, and spoke into it. “Wyatt, get on all fours and bray like a donkey.”

Before I could fully register the absurdity of the statement, my friend did as his brother commanded; he was on the floor and acting like a jackass in no time flat! My jaw dropped as the enormity of what just happened sunk in. Dylan had gotten his hands on a mind control device! And he was doubled over in laughter, howling at what an idiot Wyatt looked like at present.

I didn’t even think about it, but my body leaped into action. While Dylan was vulnerable, I snatched the device out of his hands. This caused him to stop laughing, and he looked ready to pounce on me, which with his military body would also take no time at all. But I was one step ahead.

“Freeze,” I ordered him through the choker. Immediately, he did.

“Dylan,” I said, adrenaline coursing through my body. “You’re going to forget about this device that you showed us. And—SHUT UP!” I ordered Wyatt, who had still been braying. He complied. “That goes for you, too. If you see it, you won’t even recognize what it is.” My heart was beating a million times a second, but with every order, it calmed a little. “I’m going to go home now. When I close the door, you can unfreeze, but you’ll think we had another uneventful night in. Got it?”

They remained frozen, of course.

“Nod if you understand.” The brothers showed me they did.

I had to stop myself from practically running out the house as I grinned, device in hand, thinking about my future.

The next Monday was supposed to be an ordinary rehearsal day. It was February, and we were putting on Arthur Miller’s The Crucible for the entire conservatory next month, so every practice was vital. I had something a little different in mind.

I arrived late to ensure that everyone would be there before me. Coming into the doorway, I saw that it was true, and our director, Mr. Spivey, called out to me.

“There he is! So Kyle, I was wondering if you could—”

“Nobody move.” The choker was tight around my neck, and the speaker had been on since I entered the building. The results were instantaneous, since all the girls chatting and the guys looking over their notes had stopped. Even the director had his mouth open mid-sentence.

“I want all the men to go into the room adjacent to this one.” It was an empty facility for storage, so I knew there’d be no risk of someone walking in. “That goes for you too, Rylee, Chloe, Jada.” I gestured to the girls in the class who were too ugly or obese for my liking. “I don’t want you ruining my fun.”

One by one, they filed into the backroom, led by our world-renowned acting coach. It was just as I envisioned it going last night, including Wyatt, the man I really had to thank for today, mindlessly marching into the storage closet doors. When the last girl exited, I turned my attention to the frozen lovelies who were still with me. Six in total, and all my type.

“Face forward,” I droned, and their necks snapped to look in my direction. I was in the front, like Spivey would be or perhaps a drill sergeant, and I let my hands clasp behind my back. “Good. Now, I want each of you to strip and then sit back down at your desks, but with your feet resting on top.”

It was so hypnotic to watch these women who I had lusted after for the better part of two years take their clothes off like they were on fire. Hoodies, jeans, bras and panties went flying as the mad dash to get naked came to an end. They sat, perfect asses in chairs, and feet of varying sizes hanging out in front of me. My mouth watered. Their eyes were glassy.

“You love me. You love me more than anything in the world. I am your king, your lord, your God. And you find me the handsomest man you’ve ever seen.” Each of them shook as the absolute truth of what I said took form in their minds. I loved this device. “I’m going to take turns worshipping each of your feet, and then we’re going to do a scene. Is that okay?”

“Yes, Master,” they all breathed at the same time.

“Good,” I said, and then knelt to enjoy the woman closest to me, Kaleigh Sullivan. She was in the year below me, and in fact the only woman in her year. Being the youngest, it made sense that she was so cute: 18, with round glasses and dark bangs that hid her smooth, creamy white skin. She also had amazing, plump tits for a young lady, and they heaved. My eyes ran from her upturned nose to her nipples and back up to her soles, which were free of blemishes. I took a few loving licks, and she cooed and rubbed them into my nose and mouth.

Even though I was in heaven, I pulled myself away long enough to enjoy the girl she was seated next to, Olivia. Olivia was a skinny young thing, certainly the thinnest in the troupe, but this by no means made her unattractive. She also had glasses and hair dyed red that swooped over her forehead in a classy way. I marveled at her nude chest, which was nearly as big as Kaleigh’s. I ran my hands over her mounds, and poked and prodded her areolas until she moaned. When I attacked her feet with my tongue, she giggled and wiggled her toes over my face. I moved to kiss them, and I could tell that was appreciated.

My next victim I was especially looking forward to. Laura Bland was in my year, a buxom beauty whom I desired from the first I saw her. She was a total nerd who was into obscure fantasy books and indie artists, and we got along fine. People made fun of her for being quiet, but I found it endearing. We sat next to each other most class days, and even though I considered her a great friend, last week it became clear she saw me as nothing more. I made a pass at her, and she rejected me in no uncertain terms. Internally, I was devastated, and my dreams of taking her to dinner or fucking her silly on my bed had disappeared.

Until today. Now, Laura was like the others, her thick, meaty feet on display. I covered them with my slobber first, and then did something unusual. As revenge for last week, I drank a couple bottles of water this morning, so that when the time came to enjoy Laura, I would be ready. I undid my belt, pulled down my pants and underwear, and let a torrent of piss splash all over my crush. This broke her out of her daze, but just enough so that she could catch the pee that came near her face with her tongue.

40 seconds later, I let the last few dribbles slip onto her soles. I shook off the rest of what clothes I had on, and patted Laura on the head for taking the punishment like a good girl. She just smiled.

Christine Hubbard was a bitch. There could be no two ways about it. She had been the star of our last production of Streetcar, and even though she wasn’t a very good actress, the role had gotten to her head. Mr. Spivey, in the form of an ego check, had assigned her to work the lights this time around. Christine resented it, but held her tongue.

I didn’t have any more juice in the tank for her, but I did fuck her feet for a minute before dealing out a few well-earned slaps across her pretty face. The only reason she’d gotten into the department was because her mom had connections, and everyone knew it. If I ever stooped to having sex with her in the future, it would be filled with nothing but hate and torture.

Trinity, I loved. She was sweet and very reserved, and unlike Laura seemed open to my advances. Her anime jacket lay discarded next to her desk as I approached, and her yummy tan feet were ready to be worshipped. Before “digging in”, I stopped to admire her full figure: her bleach blonde hair, innocent brown eyes, and pillowy lips. When I leaned in to kiss them, she returned the gesture, and our tongues embraced each other for a while. I snapped out of it long enough to caress her thick thighs and calves, finishing by dining on her beautiful soles. She hummed as I did so, basking in the attention I gave her. Trinity would make a fine slave.

And lastly.

The moment I had been waiting for.

I would spend hours reading mind control sex stories on the Internet, and in all of them, I would picture her for the main character. Courtney Page was a vision. We had gone to the same high school together, the same theatre program, and both made it here. I would tell myself that fate did it, two kids from Oklahoma moving east in search of success. And she had been nothing but kind to me throughout, keeping in touch when basically no one else had.

Of course, she happened to be seeing another man. Some dumbass she met here in the city, that didn’t deserve her. All he had going for him was his height, an imposing 6’4” build that I guessed made up for his bland personality. It used to make me angry, knowing Courtney would probably spend her life with him instead of me.

That was before Dylan gave me the ticket to paradise, however.

My own feet padded along the tiles as I walked, hypnotized, to Courtney’s desk. The collar around my neck buzzed as I questioned her.

“Courtney, what do you think of me? Be honest.”

“I love you. I love you more than anything in the world! You are my king, my lord, my God. I think you’re the handsomest man I’ve ever seen.”

“And what did you think of me yesterday?”

Her face scrunched a little in confusion. I could see her own mind going to war with her, the battle between who she really was (or had been), and the indisputable fact that I was her Master.

“I… I thought you were nice. A decent guy. I did notice the way you leered at some of us from time to time, but…”

“That’s enough,” I said, not wanting to spoil the event. “Just get up and come onto the stage with me. We’re going to perform a scene for the class.” I eyed the others. “CHRISTINE! Get on the lights. Just run what we’ve been doing the past few rehearsals. If at any point you mess up, and believe me I’ll know, Trinity here will beat your ass so hard, you won’t sit for a week!” Christine jumped, tits swaying into the booth to follow my commands.

“Olivia, you’ll work the sound. I know you don’t know it, so just hit play whenever you feel. Kaleigh, take care of her feet while she’s working. If Olivia enjoys it, I’ll fuck you later.”

It was as if my words literally brought them to life. In seconds, the girls had leaped from where they were sitting to the other side of the room, with Olivia seated in front of a panel and cute Kaleigh on her back, lapping at her heels. Since Trinity had followed Kaleigh into the booth to check for screw-ups, the only one left to actually watch the show was Laura. Naturally she reeked, but there was a shower at my apartment. Of course, I would need a bigger abode if I wanted to house all these women…

But that was a problem for later. I grabbed Courtney’s hand and turned her to me.

“You’re alone at the park, and reading a book. No one is around you.”

She dropped to the floor and laid on her stomach, and I got to admire her long, tall legs as they went up and down idly, adjusting her asscheeks with every lift. Her back, her butt was so enticing as she lay there, and because she was propped up on her elbows, her boobs pushed together in a way that drove me wild. I could take it no more — I dove straight for her ass like a madman, eating it for all I was worth while she remained totally oblivious. The light booth was soundproof, but Olivia was a few feet away, and I heard her groan from the combined feeling of Slave Kaleigh and this erotic scene unfurling. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Laura slip a hand between her thighs.

“NO!” I barked, and she stopped abruptly. “You can only get off when I’m inside you.”

Laura gulped, but understood the instruction. “Yes, God-Daddy.”

Satisfied, I went back to Courtney, who was giving me nothing, which was what I wanted. I took a break from devouring her to slap her fat behind, until it got really red. She continued to flip through her imaginary book, invested in the characters on pages that weren’t there. Such is the challenge of being an actor.

When I thought she had been lubed enough, I yanked her legs back so she was balanced on her knees, and promptly began slamming into her with my cock. It was the greatest thing I had ever felt in my 19 years of life, so much so that I didn’t last long. Like the excited young man I was, I flooded her ass to the brim, crawling over to wipe the last spurts onto her luscious hair. After a final, ceremonial honk on her breasts, I stood up and clapped.

“And scene!”

The room burst into applause, with Courtney rising to take a bow alongside me. We held hands, and in the afterglow I felt the pangs of love that we had shared so long ago.

“Who wants the honor of sucking my dick clean?”

“ME!” they all shouted at once. I smiled. This was so much better than college.