The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Hiya! My name is Ragnar.

Well, technically, it’s ‘Ragnar The Battlecat’, but I find that whole thing kind of embarrassing. What can I say? My Momma is a bit of a joker. She even held me and made me watch something called ‘He-man’ and explained it to me. But I still don’t get it. I mean, yeah, I’m kind of adventurous. And fearless. But, well, what two-year-old kitten ISN’T fearless and adventurous?

Anywho, you know how this works by now, right? Shayli and Sasha have both gotten to tell their stories already. So now it’s my turn! And, um... I’m still kinda young. and all, so be patient, okay?

Things have been kind of crazy the past few weeks. First, there was all that white stuff coming down outside—

“That’s snow,” Shayli interjected from her spot on the couch. “It’s basically frozen water. Really cold and really annoying.”

Um, yeah. Okay, so first there was all that snow stuff coming down, and it made everyone really cranky. Especially Master, but I’m not sure exactly why—

“It’s because Master’s truck doesn’t have any heat in it,” Shayli piped in again. “And, as I said, that snow is REALLY cold. Geez, do you EVER pay attention when Master and Baby talk?”

I couldn’t help but frown at her. She might have been my surrogate mother and the Alpha of the group, but she was also a bit of a know-it-all. But, anyway... oh, right. Master was usually upset about the cold weather and having no heat in his truck thingy. And Baby was tired, and worn out from her job as a teacher, which she always said that she loved, but that always left her so drained that by the time she came home to us, she could barely manage more than filling our bowls, giving a small scratch behind the ears, and collapsing in front of the TV on the couch and going to sleep.

I can’t really fault her for that, though. We cats sleep a lot, too.

I guess the main thing between both of them, though, was that they hardly got to see much of each other. Master was always up and around during the day when Baby was working, then gone to work himself in the evening when Baby was back home. And even when he was ‘off’ from work, and home all day, Baby still had to work, and came home too tired to spend much quality time together.

It was a shame, really. A real... um... ‘connely of arrows’ situation—

“Oh, my fucking hell!” Shayli exclaimed. “It’s ‘comedy of errors’!! Sheesh! If you’re going to narrate, the least you can do is act like you know what you’re talking about!”

“Hey! Give me a break, okay?” I hissed, ears down against my skull. “This is my first time doing this, all right? I’m doing the best I can!”

“Hmph,” Shayli replied, standing up to leap off the couch. “Well, good luck with that. I’m sure everyone reading this story will be suitably entertained... by your attempt at storytelling, if not the actual story itself.” With that, she padded into the kitchen.

You know, Sasha Kitty says that Shayli is a real bitch. I’m beginning to think that it wasn’t a compliment.

My point is, things between them had been a bit strained lately, because they rarely got the chance to spend time together. On the good side, it made the times when things happened to align, and they WERE able to be together, all the more special.

I opened my eyes, perking up as Baby entered the house. Today was Master’s day off, and he was in the kitchen, washing dishes, as she entered. “Baby! Welcome home!” he called out, switching off the water, coming out to greet her with a kiss. “I’m glad you’re finally home. Did you have a good day today?”

“Yes, I did,” she said, glancing past him into the kitchen. “What’s all this? You did the dishes from last night?” she asked, wide-eyed in surprise. Master merely grunted, glancing away, a slight blush coloring his cheeks.

“Er, well... not exactly,” he muttered, “I mean, mostly. There are still the pots and pans soaking left to do... but yeah. The rest is all cleaned up.”

She walked past him into the kitchen, shaking her head in disbelief. “You... you swept, and mopped, and emptied the trash, and... and... everything,” she whispered softly. She glanced up as she felt his arms circle around her from behind.

“Yes, well, it was my day off,” he said with a shrug. “And you usually take care of everything while I’m working. And, really, I was just, you know, bored. I’m kind of stuck with my latest story, nothing’s happening in MK’s discord channel at the moment, and I just thought I’d mak-mmmpph!” His words were cut off as she pulled him into a tight and soulful kiss.

“Master, thank you so much!” she said sincerely. “You have no idea how happy this makes me! Really! I was driving back home, and just dreading having to clean up everything before making dinner, and then doing homework, all before getting ready for bed!” She laughed softly, eyes wet with tears. “And you... you wonderful man, you did all this on your own?”

I watched all this from my new perch in the living room, grinning. Truth be told, Master wasn’t the most thoughtful person in the universe. Not that you’d call him selfish or anything. Anytime Baby asked him to do something, he’d rush to do it easily enough. But volunteering, taking the initiative all on his own? Not so much. Heck, he very rarely pets me spontaneously. I always had to initiate contact by leaping into his lap, or onto his back, and purring up a storm to get his attention.

“Well, Baby,” he said sheepishly, “I have to confess... I did have an ulterior motive in doing all this.” Her smile fades slightly. “Now, now, don’t give me that look. Its nothing sinister or tricking or anything!” He kissed her again. “I just miss spending time with you, that’s all. Every time I get a day off, half of it is gone by the time you get home from your job teaching. And you’re always half exhausted to boot. By the time you straighten up and make something for dinner, you’re fully exhausted. So, er... I just wanted to lighten the load a bit, give you a chance to relax, and maybe get to do something together besides eat and watch TV before you fall asleep.”

Baby chuckled softly. “Well, that would be nice. But even if you did take care of all my chores today, I still need to make dinner—”

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!!

“STRANGERS!!” Shayli barked, racing across the floor with Finnegan and Lucy following behind her. Reaching the door, she and the other dogs began yelling and barking, threatening whoever it was at the door to get lost or they’d rip them a new one. I couldn’t help but laugh aloud from my spot atop the lizard cage. I mean, it was really funny! Shayli and Finnegan were both chihuahuas, tiny little things barely bigger than me. And Lucy, the miniature terrier, was maybe an inch or two bigger. Even if they all attacked at once, they were hardly a threat to a human big enough to be a bother to Master or Baby.

Speaking of which...

“SHAYLI! FINN! LUCY!” Master shouted, moving to the front door. “Knock it off! C’mon! In the bedroom with all of you,” he commanded, herding them back into the back, closing the door behind him. I huffed again in amusement. Silly dogs. They always think they’re much smarter than we cats, but Ellie and I had no trouble sliding out paws under the edge of the door to nudge it open a bit, enough to slip in and out anytime we wanted!

Well, at least until Master and Baby got annoyed and pushed one of those heavy chairs against the doorframe. Cheaters!

Master returned a moment later, rushing to the door, returning a few minutes with several bags of something that smelled REALLY good! Grinning, he held up bags of what appeared to say Chinese Food stamped on the sides. “Sorry, Baby, what were you saying before?” he asked with a smirk, “something about having to cook tonight?”

“Oh my gosh!” she cheered, kissing him again “I can’t believe you ordered Panda Express!”

Er, okay... so the words on the sides of the box said Panda Express. Cut me some slack! I’m a cat. It’s not as if I can actually read the words myself!

At any rate, soon enough they were settled into their usual spots on the couch, watching Netflix and eating. And, being the phenomenal pet owners they are, they allowed the dogs back out of the bedroom, and even separated out some leftover scraps and divided them among them. Or, rather, among us. As it turns out, I am a HUGE fan of something called ‘orange’ chicken, even if it was just the normal gray-brown color. With full tummies, Master and Baby snuggled together for a moment, kissing and hugging, before Baby pulled away.

“You know, Master,” she said playfully, “it’s been a little while since we’ve both been home at the same time... and that we weren’t both so tired we couldn’t keep our eyes open.”

He chuckled. “Well, part of that is because once you get nice and relaxed, you beg me to rub your feet for you, and ten seconds later, you’re always out cold.”

She pouted slightly. “That’s your fault, Master. You’re the one that conditioned that response into me, you know. Anyway... I was thinking maybe we could go to bed and you could rub me somewhere else this time?”

Smirking as well, Master attempted to play coy. “Oh? Do you mean like your back? Or your shoulders?” Baby rolled her eyes.

“No... I was thinking somewhere... a bit lower.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, serious once more. “I mean, it’s been a while. And, well, if you’re not feeling up to it—”

“No, no,” she said quickly. “I want to. I really do! I’ve been wanting this for a long time...” She glanced down, biting her lip. “But, um... I might need your help. You know... getting ‘ready’?”

Master nodded, sighing softly. “Not a problem, Baby girl!” Moving over, turning to face her directly, he slowly held up a hand, index finger pointed, and tapped her lightly in the center of her forehead. “Sleep,” he said simply, as her eyes crossed, then fluttered, then slammed shut.

I suppose I should explain a bit about this part. See, I don’t really get it myself, but Ellie and Sasha Kitty were kind enough to explain the basic idea to me. A long time ago, Baby went to the vet and got spayed. I had guessed it was because she already had Daughter Judy and didn’t want any more children, but Sasha said it was actually because her girl parts made her sick somehow. At any rate, after being spayed, she and Master had a hard time playing sex games. They both still wanted to, but even though Master could still make his scent, she could no longer go into heat.

As I said, I don’t really get it. I’m still too young to emit a male scent myself. But that’s what the others told me, so, yeah...

“That’s a good girl, Baby,” Master said softly, stroking and caressing her lightly through her clothes. “Let yourself drift. And let my words guide you back into that warm safe place again... down... down... into your special place... into your room.”

Apparently, Master had a special trick that he could do to make Baby go into heat whenever he wanted. He would touch her and talk to her while she was sleeping, and when she woke up, she would be very much in heat. I’m not really sure how that works... and either the others aren’t sure exactly how themselves or they just don’t wanna share that with me. Not that it matters. I don’t even care about girls that way yet. Finnegan, the only other male Pet, tells me that I will care, soon enough, but he’s way old and probably senile, so I kind of discard half the stuff he tells me.

“...and with each touch, you feel yourself growing hotter, wetter, more and more aroused,” he was saying now, caressing her still, causing Baby to moan softly, her legs clenching and flexing slightly. “And that feeling will continue to build, slowly, bit by bit, moment by moment, until you cum for me,” he added, taking a hand, running it lightly through her hair, scratching along her scalp in a way that drew another moan from her. “Now tell me, Baby... how do you feel?”

“Mmmmm.... horny,” she said, panting slightly, eyes still closed. “Wanna cum... need to cum... cum for Master... like a good girl...”

“Yes, like a good girl,” he agreed, still stroking and caressing her. “Now then, my good girl, when I tap your forehead again, you will wake up, and feel the full force of your arousal. Now... one... two... three!” he said, lightly tapping her on the forehead.

Baby’s eyes fluttered open, and she gasped, panting. She stared at Master for a moment, her expression dazed, but wanton, needful. Then, saying nothing, she took him by the hand and nearly dragged him into the bedroom. A second or two later, Sasha Kitty and Ellie let out an annoyed howl as both were forcibly ejected from the room.

”Hmph!” Sasha muttered, flicking her tail at the door as she turned away, leaping up onto a perch on the nearby couch. “Must be ‘sex night’. Haven’t been kicked out like that in a while...”

“SHEESH!” Ellie Banelli grumbled, ears flat against her skull. “They could have at least given us a bit of warning before kicking us out!”

I merely laughed in amusement. Frankly, I was happy that Master and Baby were able to enjoy themselves this way. And really, despite their murmuring and protesting, the other cats were just as delighted. After all, we were their Pets. And what Pet doesn’t find happiness in their owners’ happiness?