The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Agatha sat in her favorite chair; the chair beside the table where Callie was being prepped for the next stage of her turning. Callie had already been given a mild dose of Versed, and was quite happily offering her arms and legs to the women who were strapping her in, attaching various probes, sensors, transmitters and IV tubes to her. For the moment, the women left her right arm free.

Agatha stood and walked slowly to the foot of the high-backed leather chair in which Callie was restrained. The hypnotic affect of the drug would not create any permanent changes in the relaxed woman; that was the work of more insidious devices. However, it could help Agatha set the mood, and help make Callie more receptive to the conditioning that was soon to come.

As her assistants left the room, she turned to the small control console beside her and pressed several buttons. A slight humming could be heard, and the chair unfolded, leaning back and sliding forward while spreading Callie’s legs, giving Agatha a rather arousing view of her sex, despite the vaginal probes and pulsing units.

“Now, certainly we can agree, at the outset, on a few principles,” said Agatha. Callie’s half-closed eyes locked with the slightly older woman’s own. For the moment, there was nothing else in her world.

“For instance, where you see me? Point to where you see me.”

Callie, her head humming with ultrasonic anthems that were chipping away at her resolve to fight, didn’t even try to speak. She pointed at Agatha.

“No. Where do you see me? Point.”

Callie pointed again to her captor.

“No. You’re a smart woman. Think. Where do you see me? Come on... point, point, point.”

A light bulb went off in Callie’s head. She pointed to her own temple.

“Very good, pet. You see me inside your own head. Your eyes react to the light reflecting off of me that hits your retinas, sending signals to your brain where they are interpreted. It is the same with all your senses. Now, what are the implications?”

Callie tried to think through the words, but her thoughts weren’t making any sense at all. All she could think was, LOVE— AGATHA—RIGHT—AGATHA—BRILLIANT—AGATHA—BEAUTIFUL— SERVICE—PLEASURE—BELIEVE—AGATHA—OBEY—AGATHA—LOVE— AGATHA—

In between were broken thoughts as she tried to answer, to argue, even to agree. It was pointless. It was easier to let the thoughts consume her and bathe in them. They were too strong to worry about, even if she had been able.

“Never mind, my drooling lover. The implication is that everything you see, hear, touch, smell, and taste, good and bad, is all you. So the bad things are you, and the good things are you, and every conversation is with yourself.

“When you judge me as good, you are seeing what you consider good in yourself, and when you judge me as bad, you are only judging your own inclination towards the same things.

“And you know that’s useless. Your ideas about good and bad are totally arbitrary and based only on your own interpretations of what someone else had to say. You decided ‘good’ and ‘bad’ in the first place; values culled from your own random opinions.

“Further, the reason you have those supposedly bad thoughts is because inside, you like them, really. You love them. And because you see them in me and feel them so strongly, you love me. You might as well admit it to yourself. You see the things in me that you love, good and bad, and the bad things aren’t bad at all, but just something you judged when you were too young to even know how to think.

“The past is your enemy. Your future is unknown. Your present is all created by you. And in your present, I want you to love me. To love and serve me. To love honor and obey me. And because you see that I want these things, it means that deep inside, you want them. You want them. Where do you want them? Who really wants them? Point.”

Callie, whether by instinct or by choice, pointed at her temple again. It no longer mattered so much. She was too tired to not do what Agatha wanted. She wanted to please Agatha. It made the time go faster. It always PLEASURE goes BELIEVE faster when AGATHA you’re OBEY with someAGATHAone you LOVE love AGATHA, she thought.

Agatha walked over and restrained the arm that had been allowed freedom, it’s purpose served. Than, sitting down beside Callie, she reached down to a set of knobs beneath the reclining chair and began the flow of several new drugs into Callie’s arms, legs and neck. She stood and, before leaving the room, reached to the console again and turned up the intensity of the subliminals.

As she left, an arc-shaped screen descended, completely obscuring Callie’s vision from the rest of the room.

BRILLIANT—AGATHA—BEAUTIFUL—SERVICE—PLEASURE— BELIEVE—AGATHA—OBEY—AGATHA—LOVE— screamed in Callie’s mind as the screen came to life. Her eyes widened and dilated as a new humming began in her mind. Slowly but surely, her endless monotone of thoughts faded into an endless background hymn of praise to Agatha.

There was a picture on the screen, distorted slightly as a complex spiral waved gently through the image. It looked so peaceful. The spiral looked familiar, somehow, but she couldn’t remember where she’d seen it before. It didn’t matter. The past was her enemy. She let her eyes relax as she listened and watched. Her mouth began to twitch. It looked so real. So real. Real...

Agatha and Callie sat in the breakfast room, enjoying a cup of coffee as they chatted. Callie munched gingerly on a bagel.

“Anyway,” said Agatha, continuing her pleasant rant, “that’s when I decided psychology was for the birds. Therapy is for idiots, assholes, and suckers with money to burn. It takes advantage of people who are down, and makes them pay to try to get back up. And ‘try’ is all they can do, because psychotherapy is so flawed that it usually just takes them down farther by reviving long-dead monsters.”

“So true,” agreed Callie, nodding her head enthusiastically. She was amazed at how clearly Agatha saw things. She smiled and was only mildly surprised at the thought of Agatha nude. She looked at the beautiful woman in undisguised admiration. “Can I get you another cup of coffee?”

“How kind. Thank you, darling.”

Callie stood and walked to the coffee maker and brought it back to the table. As she poured carefully into Agatha’s empty cup, she felt familiar tingle of pleasure zoom up her back like a fountain, from her tailbone to the base of her skull. It spread across her scalp, giving her an instant rush of euphoria. “Any chance to serve is always a... pleasure, Agatha,” she sighed, her eyes closing briefly in bliss.

Callie opened her eyes to find herself in the living room. She looked to her right. Agatha was sitting beside her on the sofa.

She was crying.

“Agatha, what’s the matter?” asked Callie, feeling slightly confused.

Agatha’s whimpers became full sobs as she tried to speak. Callie felt her instincts take over, and she reached to pull the sorrowful woman close to her.

“Shhhhhh...” she said. “Shhhhhhhhh... it’s okay... you can tell me...”

“I-hi-hi kn-know you...” began Agatha, bursting into fresh sobs as she tried to get the words out.

“It’s okay, Agatha... it really is. Just tell me...”

“I kn-know you think I’m cr-cr-crazy,” whimpered Agatha, slowly getting control of her voice.

“I don’t think you’re crazy...” started Callie.

“Yes, you do,” replied Agatha, nearly whispering. “You told me so. You called me a lu-lu-lu-lunatic buh-bitch.” Her lower lip and chin were trembling, threatening more spasms of grief. “All I wuh-wanted was to luh-love you,” she managed, before she broke into pitiful long wails.

Finally, Agatha calmed enough to speak plainly. “You don’t care about me. You probably don’t even think I’m attractive...”

It was as if a dark window shattered inside Callie’s mind, letting light into long-shadowed passageways. Everything was beyond clear... it was so sharp and detailed that it almost burned her as realization after realization hit home.

Agatha wasn’t some maniacal Dominatrix out to subvert anyone. She was full of love and grace and intelligence and warmth... and she was alone. All the women Callie had seen... they were as coincidental as walking by someone at a street cafe... this was Agatha’s true face, her true voice...

Callie felt something nestle inside her, right in the core of her being. Her eyes widened as it grew outwards into her psyche, surrounding every thought, every nuance of emotion...

“... and I know that you’ll never love me.” finished Agatha, pulling slowly away from Callie.

The two women sat in silence that felt eternal. Callie looked at the flaming red hair of the woman beside her, saw the softness of the skin on her shoulder. The hazel eyes, the perfect nose... she looked at the hands that nervously rubbed together, suddenly wanting more than anything to hold them, to let what she was feeling flow into them and into Agatha...

“No,” whispered Callie. “The truth is, that I do find you beautiful. Graceful. Elegant. Enlightening. Wonderful. The truth is...

“... I love you.”

Through new tears—tears of inexpressible joy—Agatha reached and hugged Callie, pulled her close and, without haste or apology, kissed her deeply on her moist, unresisting lips.

The quaking started deep in Callie’s belly, spreading to her arms and legs, moving her like a puppet on a string, a crazy jumping-jack of sexual abandon and release. She screamed into Agatha’s mouth, and still the kiss continued, pulling on her tongue and suckling... Callie could almost feel it in her clit... and then it was in her clit, in her nipples, in her face, driving her upward again and again... flying to the edge of the earth until she could no longer breathe...

Callie, somewhere deep inside her quivering, clenching mass of muscle, bone and spirit, realized that she had loved Agatha almost from the moment they had met.

Agatha sat watching her thrall on the monitor, licking the dew from her finger... the dew of arousal and sweet climax. Callie’s wide eyes, staring at the spiral and the images, were hot enough, but the real heat was from the fact that the resistant woman had succumbed... had become totally lost in the illusion, and was actually living in the drug and image inspired hallucination.

God, this one has been more of a challenge than I ever imagined, she thought, but she is certainly worth the effort. She quivered slightly as she thought of the pleasure she would take from her new lover.

Sooner, rather than later.

She smiled as she thought of the appetites that would soon be born in her new, beautiful slave... and began to tease her clit.

She reached over, and started the program again.

Agatha walked into the small, humbly furnished bedroom, and looked at the sleeping form of Callie, freshly washed and naked under the crisp sheets of the queen-size bed. Eyes half-lidded with lust, she listened to Callie breathe. She could not help betraying the influence of arousal that had been building for days.

She lowered the duffel bag she had carried in with her to the floor, and smiled at the muffled tinkling that came from inside. It was a risk to take Callie to the next level in person, but the combination of aphrodisiacs, pheromones and hypnotics that laced the nearly odorless perfume she wore would be enough to ensure success. Callie would succumb to them more quickly, now that she had felt the pleasure they could bring.

She walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Callie...” she said softly.

The young woman stirred and opened her sleep-reddened eyes. She turned over slowly, her eyes coming gradually into focus. “Agatha,” she sighed, smiling.

“I love you, Callie,” said Agatha, smiling stiffly in return. “But...”

“What? What is it, Agatha?” said Callie, coming fully awake.

Callie could see the pressure building up in Agatha’s face as she tried to come up with the words. They finally broke free, gushing out of her in a rush of emotion. “I’m afraid you don’t really trust me. I mean like really trust me.”

“Oh, but I do, Agatha!” protested Callie. “I love you! I love you, well, enough to...”

“Enough to what?” asked Agatha.

Callie felt the words fall out of her mouth before she even had a chance to think what she was saying. “To prove it to you. I’ll do anything... anything... so that you know I love and trust you. I would fucking die for you, Agatha.”

“Even if my desires are dark?”

“There is no darkness with you, Agatha... only adventures to share...”

Agatha smiled sweetly. Inside, she was vibrating like a rubber band stretched to its limit. The programming had worked its magic on the poor and, in the end, defenseless therapist. ”Amor vincit omnia, my precious.”

Callie awakened and slid out of bed. She pulled the covers straight, and then cocked her head slightly to the side, as if listening to a distant voice.

She pulled back the covers and started again, making the bed properly, fluffing the pillows and making sure it was neat. Perfect. It needed to be, because... because Agatha likes it this way, she finished, smiling happily. She felt wetness between her legs as she walked to the adjoining bathroom.

After a hot shower, she dried off and walked to the small dressing table and sat down. She picked up the blow dryer and comb, and spent over an hour fixing her hair, so that she would be presentable.

Another hour on makeup, moving slowly but with supreme confidence, finished the look. After applying nail polish, she stood and walked to the full-length mirror. She couldn’t believe how hot she looked. Today was not a bad hair day at all.

Once her nails were dry and gleaming, she couldn’t resist pulling slightly on her nipple rings, the pain sparking a deep and pleasant itch in her clit. She pulled again, and reached down to get a taste of herself before carefully mixing her scent with the lipstick she had so painstakingly applied. She wanted Agatha as hot for her as she was for Agatha.

She went back into the bedroom pulled open the top drawer of the dresser, and removed a slim, silver, vibrating butt plug, the token of her trust and love for the woman with whom she had fallen so deeply in love. She covered it with clear lubrication and shivered as it entered her quaking anus.

She picked up a thin silver headband and placed it around her head. She giggled slightly—it somehow made her feel like royalty. She shivered as thoughts of obedience and love began pouring into her. She knew that someday she would no longer need the Modifier, but she knew just as completely that for now, she had to wear it nearly every waking moment. It was what Agatha wanted. Therefore, it was what she wanted.

She had never felt so free.

She pulled on a pair of black, crotchless latex panties, pulling them taut and making sure they were as unwrinkled and smooth as they could possibly be. Black slave sandals and a thin black leather collar completed the ensemble.

Completed her wedding dress.

Today, she would join with her True Love for all eternity.

She opened the door. Four women, naked but for the flowers in their hair, entered the bedroom, having waited patiently outside the door as she prepared. As two women took up the rear, the other two took her by the hands and led her out and through the hallway to the central chamber.

She gasped as she was led into the candlelit chamber and to a circle drawn in the center of the room.

Agatha was waiting for her there. She was dressed identically to Callie, except for the silver headband. She didn’t need it. She was radiant. The room seemed pale and dim in the glow of Callie’s True Love, the woman she trusted and obeyed with every breath.

Callie looked up and saw the Bonds of Forever descending down towards her. She raised her arms, and the two women who had trailed stepped forward and fastened cuffs to her wrists. It was a scene right out of Callie’s most cherished fairy-tales.

She widened her stance until her arms were pulled tight, and smiled as she looked into Agatha’s eyes. She did not look down as she felt her feet fastened in place. She had no reason to look anywhere but into the beauty of her Queen.

Callie shivered. The moment had come.

“Callie, my love, my true and perfect companion, it is with the gift of yourself, the gift of your soul, that we are bound for all eternity. Beyond what eyes can see and ears hear, our souls dance and love and play. For this reason, we shall make manifest the love that we share in the ether... bound together for all time, Lover and loved, Giver and gift, Queen and bride, Mistress and slave. Is this your willing desire?”

A chilly wind blew sparkling dust through Callie’s soul and called to her, crying. It was a wisp of some forgotten past, some once-important thing that begged her to listen. But Callie could only hear one voice now, and the wind blew out and away from her, carrying the plaintive voice into an abyss from which there was no return.

A single tear slowly wandered down her cheek.

“It is the desire of my deepest self, a self that will soon no longer exist but as you command,” she answered. “It is my promise, my vow, my life, and from this moment forward, a life that is not mine but yours.”

“Then feel, as all becomes pleasure... and when you step away from yourself and into the bliss of perfect and complete surrender, know that it is done. Know that the font of your completion is your eternal bond to me, and to my will.”

Seemingly from nowhere, clamps were attached Callie’s nipples, and she felt her hips begin to writhe as the pleasure began. Her eyes closed briefly, and when they opened, Agatha was holding a thin, stiff crop.

She slid the tip down Callie’s side, as the bound woman moaned openly in anticipation.

Her butt plug suddenly roared to life, and her knees buckled, nearly causing her to cum on the spot. Not... yet... she thought, gasping inside and out.

The pleasure was becoming nearly unbearable when the crop smacked the back of her thighs. But instead of pain, it only made all the pleasure spike across her body... her brain, unable to experience both bliss and agony at once, was choosing bliss. Her eyes closed again as the sensations flooded into her.

She felt tiny clamps being attached to her body, and she began to quake uncontrollably as Agatha’s (Mistress’s) hand caressed her cheek, flowing down to her shoulder. Her whole bottom was vibrating down her legs and up into her abodomen now, and the pain kept changing from stinging sharpness to teasing stings of raw pleasure... the chant in her head was becoming more pronounced... SLAVE—PLEASURE— ETERNAL—OBEY—AGATHA—MISTRESS—LIFE—LOVE—FOREVER— SLAVE—OBEY—

Finally her voice jumped to life, animal passion soaking her endless words, erupting into a chant of joy. ”Oh fuck yes Mistress sooo good so fucking good yours slave obey yes god fucking asshole pussy clit titties fuck yes love oh goddess i i i yes oh yes oh fuck yessssss“

Callie felt the chains release and felt her body drop to the floor. Pressure covered her body, and she opened her eyes. As she felt the warmth of her Mistress’ tongue enter her, she stretched her own upwards, licking from asshole to pussy and back again, before delving in completely, mindless to anything but the pleasure passing between them until there was only one pleasure, one body...

She felt her orgasm coming, and the realization pushed her into the gaping hole of flaming passion, completely alone but for the Soul dancing with her, making her steps match perfectly with the Queen of her existence... and as she climaxed, she knew that she had finally, fully, found her purpose, and found her home...

Callie felt a slight emptiness wash over her as her climax subsided. It was a hollow that could only be filled by one person... her Mistress. Her Agatha.

She reached with her tongue to taste again, and came...

Amor vincit omnia.

The park was particularly beautiful. Children and mothers played, lovers walked, holding hands and smiling. A woman ran by on the path. Young, and panting, she was a picture of grace and beauty. Two sets of eyes followed her as she slipped out of sight around the bend.

“I don’t believe it, Agatha. You’ve said so many times that love wasn’t worth it. Too complicated. Now you tell me that you gave this woman your real name, you fell in love with her... even more unbelievable, you’re telling me you’re done? I’d say I was happy for you, and for me, since you have to pay up. I’ll have fifty slaves first, after all, it seems. But is quitting really worth it? Is she really worth giving me fifty thousand dollars?”

Agatha smiled as she looked into her friend’s eyes. “You’ll never understand, I think. Rochelle, you deal with perceptions... that much we share. But you deal with changes of the mind. I deal with changes of the heart, and it was only a matter of time before I got around to my own. It was only a question of when, after all...”