The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“In a surprising turn of events, the mayor of Odessa, Artem Yaroslav, has formally requested that his city be annexed by the Free Peoples of Ukraine. In response, President Petro Poroshenko has fired Mr. Yaroslav from his post, effective immediately, and is requesting military assistance from Ukraine’s NATO allies.

This marks the latest development in the Ukrainian Separation Movement, which started early 2014, and has resulted in nearly half of Ukraine’s land seceding away only a couple short years later. Although Russia has reduced its military presence along the Russia-Ukraine border, the well-supplied and organized group of rebels has succeeded in defeating the pro-Ukraine government forces in recent months, prompting experts to speculate that Russia is still somehow involved.”

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“You have done exceedingly well, Commander Theodora” a man’s deep voice intoned.

“I have my special agents to thank for that” Theodora replied. She half-glanced behind her, motioning towards the three women seated behind her.

“Without them”, Theodora continued, “We wouldn’t have the intel necessary to wage this war...or the suggestions necessary to keep the U.S. out of the conflict.” She emphasized “suggestions” with a sideways nod and smirk

Pushkin knew all too well how Theodora’s suggestions worked, and even though he hadn’t voted for Theodora to train and command the three KGB agents behind her, he could not argue with the results.

“Yes, very impressive. You have infiltrated CIA and FBI in very short time—”

“More than that” Theodora interrupted him, “We’ve been able to turn many of their agents to serve Russia instead.”

Pushkin bristled at the interruption—after all, he was the commanding officer here.

“But I worry that your operation is exposed, Theodora” he said, omitting her title. “You tell us you have over 20 men at your disposal, but how can you guarantee their loyalty? You cannot honestly believe that these American patriots will abandon their cause so quickly.”

“I can” Theodora said, firmly.

“Well, we disagree.” Pushkin and Theodora stared at each other. I knew the Directorate Chief would take his side, Theodora thought. I’ve been away for too long.

“You need to develop a withdrawal strategy for your operation, Commander Theodora.”

What?! “You’re giving us the axe?!”

“What an odd American expression. I do think you have spent too much time with those hypocritical sissies.”

Theodora was fuming—How dare he! I’m the reason for our success! Jealous prick!

Calm yourself, Theodora told herself. She realized that her eyes had gotten wider, betraying her surprise at the news. “If you do this, you will undo all of the success we’ve had this past year” she replied, as coolly as she could muster.

“The war is over, Theodora” Pushkin replied. “It is only a matter of time before the Free People declare for peace, and then Mother Russia will finally have all of Ukraine’s access to the Black Sea. The shift in power is… inevitable.”

Short-sighted fool. “But without the puppet master, who will pull the strings on the Americans, hmm?” she said, standing up. “Or did you not think that far ahead?”

“Enough, Theodora” Pushkin bellowed. But Theodora was not backing down quite yet-

“You don’t understand, because you aren’t out there, Pushkin” she emphasized, “The Americans are smarter than you think, and if you pull us out now, someone else will take the place of our double agents, and we will be back where we started!” she yelled, hands on the desk.

A sneer appeared on Field Marshall Pushkin’s face—“You don’t make these decisions, Commander.” The pulling of rank was not lost on Theodora.

I can’t change his mind, Theodora realized. It was a battle she could not win.

Taking advantage of Theodora’s silence, Pushkin continued, “So, now that we have an understanding of the situation, will you comply with your orders?”

Theodora continued to stare at Pushkin from across the desk, letting her emotions overwhelm her for a few more tense seconds before she composed herself.

“Yes, of course I will obey the Directorate Chief’s orders. I will work on our operation’s exit strategy right away” she said, leaning back and taking her fists off the desk.

“Excellent choice, Theo—”

“We’re done here” Theodora cut him off, her words heavy with a mixture of finality and disgust. She turned away without looking at her commanding officer, and walked out of the room.

But I’m not finished yet.

Theodora was back in her office, in the D.C area, contemplating her next move-

The time table needs to be sped up, she realized, but how?

Since receiving the orders to terminate her project, Theodora had been weighing the benefits of implementing her latest scheme versus the consequences of disobeying her superiors.

How long could I stall them, I wonder? A couple months, at most?

Theodora knew that she provoked the Russian Defense Ministry with her insubordination, it would mean career suicide.

Needing to distract herself from her dilemma, Theodora pressed a key on her computer, lighting up one of the screens-

“How bad do you want to cum right now?” asked the husky female voice.

“So bad” came the plaintive male response.

“Would you do anything for me?” she teased.

“Yes, of course, anything!” he yelled.

Theodora recognized both the sound and image of Mileena, who was engaged in the task of breaking the will of a man Theodora had already forgotten the name of.

Was he a State Department official? There had been so many men coming to Release recently, that it was hard to keep track of.

Theodora watched the figure of Mileena, her blonde protege, with a sense of pride and appreciation—that girl has the physique of a gymnast, combined with the eye-catching looks of a porn star. What a physical beauty.

Theodora sighed, looking at her own body. Although Theodora was a knockout—sporting a 32F cup size, slim waist, and 42″ waist—she didn’t have the same muscle tone that Mileena sported.

“Say it!” Mileena commanded.

“I will serve only you and your master, Theodora!” the man shrieked. Theodora looked at the screen and saw that the man was lying down with his back on the couch, Mileena poised above him.

Looking closer, Theodora saw that Mileena and the man were both naked, and that Mileena was moving her hips in a slow circle above his crotch.

“I live only to serve you! Please!” came the man’s cry. Theodora could see the pain on his face.

Mileena responded with something low and inaudible, so Theodora moved closer to the screen.

She’s got the tip of his cock in her pussy, Theodora realized. Wow, what body control.

“I will give up my family, my country, everything! Please let me cum!” he wailed.

But Mileena continued to twirl the man’s cock in fast circles, keeping control of it with a blend of vaginal strength and perfect hip movement. She must’ve planted the suggestion that the longer and faster she held onto his cock, the deeper his lust and servitude would grow, because Theodora could tell this man was mentally broken.

“Will you obey me and my master, no matter what we command, even if it means betraying your country?” Mileena continued, seemingly unconvinced of this man’s shows of fealty.

“YES, YES!” the man screamed. Theodora backed away from the screen, surprised by the man’s volume.

“Tell me you want to betray your country, that it would feel so good”

After a slight pause, the man responded—“Yes, it will feel sooo good, master”. At this point, Theodora knew that the pause was not hesitation, but realization. She knows it too.

“Cum for your master, and be born into complete obedience to us” Mileena hissed.

“OOHH—”

Theodora cut the sound right as the screams of orgasm started.

We’re too good at this to let it end here, Theodora realized. We’re ready for the next step, consequences be damned.

Theodora gave a slight nod, a signal for her counterpart.

“You look lovely, master” Theodora heard in her ear. She turned to the side to see Jack Harrison leaning away from her. “Do not refer to me as ‘master’ tonight. Understood?” she said curtly.

“Of course” he replied.

“And thank you, Jack” she said sweetly. Having enslaved Jack’s mind over a year ago, Theodora knew that their bond was unbreakable, as strong and pure as in any love story.

A modern day Romeo and Juliet? Theodora mused. Jack caught her smirk, and his eyes lit up with curiosity.

“Although I own many men, Jack, you will always be my first.” It was a sentiment Theodora very rarely shared, and she wasn’t sure why she did so at this moment.

Jack half-closed his eyes in an expression of bliss.

Theodora and the newly-appointed Field Operations Manager Jack Harrison walked around the museum, pretending to admire the paintings. Having bent the CIA’s own deputy director, Morgan Utley, to her will, it was easy to advance the careers of her ensorceled subjects. It was only through his recent promotion that Jack was even invited to the private showing of the new National Gallery of Art exhibit, Civic Pride: Group Portraits from Amsterdam. Theodora, playing Jack’s plus one, could not help but be enraptured at the amazing art surrounding them.

“This is art, I suppose” she sighed to a stranger examining the same painting as her.

“Hmm” was his noncommittal reply. He obviously didn’t know what to say to Theodora’s artistic opinion.

“I mean, all these paintings are nicely done—I just wish the subject matter was a bit more, interesting?” she said, turning to the man beside her.

The man only looked briefly at her, then resumed his scrutiny of the painting, albeit with a definite degree of uncomfortableness.

“Everywhere, all I see are stodgy old men in black outfits, staring at the audience, as if to say, ‘we’re bored too’” Theodora said, facing the painting again.

“Pardon me” the man said, before quickly leaving her company.

Theodora felt isolated again, save for the many eyes that were now watching her from the wall…

“I bet she’s having a lot more fun than I am” Theodora muttered to herself.

“Mr. Vice President, a pleasure as always” Mr. Utley said, nodding with respect.

“Oh please, Morgan, call me Bill” the Vice President responded, shaking Morgan’s hand.

William Burr smiled enthusiastically—but then again he always seemed enthusiastic. He was the type of person that seemed to have limitless energy, never becoming too tired or emotionally drained enough that he couldn’t talk to just one more person before leaving the room. It was that quality, combined with his God-given people skills, that made him an obvious vice presidential running mate over 7 years ago.

Vice President Burr stood at 5′11″, only a few inches shorter than the taller Morgan Utley. As expected of the Vice President, he was physically fit, having endured the daily morning jog with the President for many years now. Despite his 55 years of age, Vice President Burr still had a youthful face and a full head of pale blonde hair. In fact, the best indicators of his age were the deep creases that lined the outside of his mouth—and they were in fact laugh lines, and totally in sync with his easy-going personality.

“Are you enjoying the exhibit, sir?” Morgan said in his usual monotone voice.

“Absolutely. Carol and I rarely get to see the wonderful museums in D.C., what with the White House and all” Burr chuckled. His creases deepened as he laughed, and Morgan could not understand what made this man so happy all the time.

“Are you a fan of the art?” Morgan asked, sipping his champagne.

“Oh, well, of course. It’s a wonderful display of civic art; it tells the world that of all the things in nature, of all the possibilities of our imagination, that our own politics take priority. It is a statement to the world that we are proud of our elected leaders, and our leaders work humbly for the good of the people.” Burr then smiled at one of the paintings, The Governors of the Kloveniersdoelen, by Govert Flinck.

“I’m sure the artist was commissioned for his work and paid handsomely” Morgan replied, dryly.

William gave a short laugh, “Yes, agreed. But you can’t blame an elected official for painting such a lovely picture of idealized politics, can you?”

Morgan resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the pun, and managed a smile. “Very good, Bill.”

When the moment of levity had worn off, Morgan continued his questioning, “Have you ever heard of Manet?”

The Vice President pretended to be hurt, “Have I heard of Manet?” he said, incredulously. “I may not frequent the museums like I used to, but I do have a minor in art from Georgetown, you know.”

Morgan continued, unfazed by William’s faux outburst, “Well, in that case, I have a surprise for you.” Morgan seemed to have a genuine smirk, which was highly unusual for him.

“I’m intrigued” William said. He waited for Morgan to continue.

“There is a very special painting by Manet, and it is located in this building” Morgan teased.

“What painting? Where?” William said with earnest interest.

“It’s a surprise, remember?”

“Morgan, this is so unlike you” William said with excitement.

“Yes, maybe, but I knew you would enjoy it. That’s why I set up a private viewing. Just us two, and a special guest. As soon as you are ready, we can go.”

Vice President Burr pursed his lip—“I still have to make my rounds, pressing the flesh and all… but I should be back in say, 45 minutes?”

“We are at your service, Mr. Vice President” Morgan replied, bowing.

“Don’t call me that” William replied, tartly.

After an hour, the Vice President showed up to the same spot where he had talked to Morgan, now with a secret service agent in tow. Morgan glanced up at the bodyguard, and looked at William in confusion-

“Customary precaution. I have to be in sight of somebody, at all times” William shrugged.

Morgan leaned in closer, “The special guest I mentioned doesn’t like new people—it was hard enough to let you into this private showing. If you want, I can bring one of my own agents—he’s armed and I can vouch for him.”

William thought about it for a few seconds-

“George, I’m going to be under Mr. Utley’s detail for the time being. I’ll come see you before I leave” William said to his shadow.

“Mr. Vice President” the man said, taking his leave.

“Thank you” he replied. Turning back to Morgan, William had a big smile on his face.

“Right this way”

Travelling to the back of the museum, William was led to one of the closed off wings. Although there was black and yellow tape covering the double doors, and a sign that read “closed—do not enter”, Morgan lifted up the tape once he saw that no one else was nearby, and entered through the doors.

William followed behind, and entered a dimly-lit room with a high ceiling, the same as all of the other rooms. There was another man in the room, who turned when he heard them come in.

“Mr. Burr, I’d like you to meet agent Jeremy Kenshaw. I like to have him as my escort at public events. He’s one of the best” Morgan said.

“A pleasure to meet you, son” the Vice President said, shaking his hand.

“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Vice President” Jeremy replied. William noticed that although Jeremy looked in shape, he seemed a little small for personal protection duty.

“Now I have to warn you, Bill, that this art procurer likes to do the talking, to be in charge, so to speak” Morgan explained.

“I see” William replied.

“And when she displays a piece of art, she really gets into it. It’s best not to interrupt her.”

“Ah, well, I knew quite a few eccentrics in my college days. It shouldn’t be an issue” William smiled.

“Very good, I know you’ll enjoy this, sir. It’s right in this side room here.” Leading the way, with Jeremy taking up the rear, Morgan walked over to a room marked “Private”, and entered.

The room was small, only 20′ × 20′, and was probably used as storage at one point by the museum. In the middle was an old brown leather chair, perhaps one that was old enough to be displayed in the museum. The chair faced an easel that was wrapped in a white sheet, obviously a cover for some large painting. William noticed a pair of bare legs behind the easel.

“Have a seat, Bill” Morgan instructed, holding his hand out towards the chair. William walked slowly around the chair, noticing a large piece of furniture in the back corner. When he turned and saw that Morgan and Jeremy had their own seats by the door, he sat down.

As soon as he sat down, the legs behind the easel moved, heels clicking on the marble floor. The high heels were a polished black, and William noticed that the woman wore stockings, too.

Wow, she’s tall, William thought. Turning around the side of the canvas, a tall redhead stepped in front of the sheet-drawn easel. She looked down at William from atop her black librarian glasses, studying him.

The moments passed before William could not help but end the tension—“Uh, hello, my name is—”

“William Burr, yes I know” came her interruption. Her voice either had an air of arrogance, or indifference, William couldn’t tell. Another few moments passed before she spoke.

“You may call me ‘Miss Venus’. You’ll see why in a minute.”

Walking over to the other side of the easel, Miss Venus turned to start pulling away the white sheet that hid the supposed Manet he had been waiting for. As she did, William had to admit to himself that Miss Venus was a rather striking individual—she had long, slender legs whose movement were accentuated by the 3″ high heels she wore.She had a black pencil skirt that wrapped tightly around her hips, showing their slight up-and-down movement with every step.

On top, she had a fresh-looking white blouse, fitted perfectly to her lithe body. The top couple buttons were undone, showing her clavicle and upper chest, but none of her bust, which was tightly pressed against her blouse. Her skin was pale and smooth, from what William could see of her upper chest, forearms, and face. She was wearing a light shade of pink lipstick with her mascara, but otherwise she didn’t have much makeup on. Her auburn hair was tied up in a bun, which seemed very large and complicated once she had her head turned away from him.

“Are you ready?” She said, turning her head over her shoulder. William noticed how vibrant her blue eyes were, and almost forgot to respond-

“Yes” he said, quickly.

Pulling the sheet off with one large movement, William instantly recognized the piece as Olympia, definitely an Edouard Manet.

“Oh my, is that real?!” William said, loudly.

“As far as anyone can tell, yes” Miss Venus said with a smile. “Let me explain—in 1974, a man by the name of Denis Cuvier discovered a hidden stash of treasure in an abandoned mine in Albstadt, Germany. Denis knew that the Germans had stolen many pieces of art during the war, and that the stash was likely worth a fortune, so he kept it a secret.”

“Mr. Cuvier did not have a steady-paying job at the time, so he sold many of the coins, and some of the art pieces. As you would expect, word spread about his wealth, and one day, the police found him dead in his mansion, his vault open and empty.”

“Years later, this painting resurfaced in the private collection of a certain hedge fund manager, by the name of Frank Bogardus. Mr. Bogardus tried to have the painting authenticated privately, and was told that his painting was a fake. Having believed the authenticator, who was in fact a con artist, he sold it to another private collector, who ended up being a partner to the con artist. This second private collector, along with the faux authenticator, tried to sell the painting to the Musée d’Orsay, the site of the supposed ‘original’ Olympia, in 1996. They were unsuccessful, and subsequently charged with forgery, so the two men had to sell the painting to pay for legal fees. This is how it came into my possession” she said, triumphantly.

“Wow, that’s quite the story” William said, taken back.

“Yes, and for obvious reasons, I don’t like to bring this work of art into the open, in case it is the ‘real thing’.” Miss Venus looked to the corner of the room, “but Morgan here has a special interest in this piece, because it speaks to him...”

William could not see behind him very well, or else he would have noticed his rapt attention to Miss Venus-

“As it will to you” Miss Venus said, returning her gaze to William.

“Now, to really appreciate this piece of art, you have to examine it closely” Miss Venus said, sliding the easel closer to William’s chair. “Just listen to my words...and feel what I’m telling you” she slowly instructed him.

“Observe this painting first for what it shows—a beautiful, flawlessly pale-skinned young woman, lounging so effortlessly on a bed. Follow the contours of her body—from her slender legs, up her waist, curving around her supple breasts.” William studied the painting intently.

“Focus now on her breasts, and see how natural and pert they are- exactly how a young woman should be. Her hand is covering her genitals—not because she is ashamed, but because she is saving the surprise for her lover. Her lover, who could be you…” William continued to stare at the figure in the painting, losing track of Miss Venus.

“Yes, you can see it in her eyes, that she is beckoning for you to come to her, to join her in bed. Her hand is lightly grasping the shawl, waiting for the two of you to be covered with it, so you may bask in her body, to be overwhelmed by her sexuality, to lose your senses to her.”

“Can you feel her sexual power?” Miss Venus whispered behind William.

“Yes” William replied.

“She is so stunningly beautiful, so vibrant and full of energy, that she makes even the strongest man in her sight weak. Look closely into her eyes, remembering everything I’ve said, and tell me who has the power here.”

William stared at the painting for a while before answering quietly, “she does”.

“Yes, she does. There is evidence of her control—see how the maid brings flowers to her master, setting them at her master’s feet. See how one of her feet are bare, waiting to be kissed by her lover. Now she is bidding you to come to her feet, to worship them and to show your unworthiness to her. You can feel the desire to touch her feet, can’t you?” Miss Venus asked.

William hesitated, so Miss Venus continued, “Look into her eyes again, and feel her raw sexual power. She has the power to overcome your will, to reduce you to your baser desires. Desires that grow, as your manhood does, in response to her beauty.” Indeed, Miss Venus saw that her words had an effect on William, who was sporting an erection under his dress pants.

“She is the perfect woman, representing everything you desire, filling your mind with lustful thoughts” Miss Venus whispered again.

“Now close your eyes, and listen closely to my voice. Eliminate all other distractions, and just focus on the sound of my voice…”

William closed his eyes, and Miss Venus saw the blood pounding in his neck.

“Listen to the sound of my voice, and feel yourself calming down. Calming down...and focusing on the sound of my voice. As you continue to listen to my voice, your body will relax...totally relax…”

“Focus on my voice, as it brings you into a deeper sense of calm and relaxation.” She saw his pulse slow down, and smiled wickedly.

“Yesss, follow the sound of my voice...let it lead you into a calm...you have never felt before.”

“And now you feel yourself growing heavier, sinking deeper into the chair. As you focus on my voice, it makes your body more dense, making it sink slowly into the chair.”

“I will now count to 3, and with each number, you will fall further and further into the chair. At the count of 3, you will be fully engulfed by the chair, and only your mind will continue to exist.”

“One—your body is falling slowly to the sound of my voice, and some of your legs have already disappeared into the chair. You know that your body cannot move on it’s own...but is being pulled down by my voice...like gravity.”

William looked fully relaxed, as if he was asleep.

“Two—your legs have now disappeared, and most of your torso is gone. You can feel the slow pull of your body into nothingness...and you are powerless to slow it down. You know that as soon as your head enters the chair… you will no longer exist.” Miss Venus watched William closely, observing for signs that the induction was working.

“Slowly down you sink...feeling the pull of my voice...as it brings you closer to oblivion…”

He’s ready.

“Three—your head is enveloped by the chair...removing all sight...all senses...as you fall into blackness.”

Miss Venus waited for William’s mind to catch up to her narrative.

“Can you hear me?” She asked in her normal speaking voice.

“Yes” William replied. His voice was monotone, devoid of the emotion it usually contained.

“Good. I want you to keep following my voice, and focus on what it says. Nod if you agree.”

William nodded slowly.

“Good. Do you remember the woman from the painting you were shown?”

“Yes”

“Do you remember that feeling of lust, the forbidden thoughts of your mind when you looked upon her?”

“Yes”

“Do you remember the immense power she had, the raw sexual energy that emanated from her? So much so, that you felt weak in her presence?”

“Yes” William admitted.

“Open your eyes and gaze upon her now!”

William, still under a trance, opened his eyes, and looked upon Miss Venus, still fully clothed, leaning back on a set of pillows, on a bed where the easel was before. Her glasses were gone.

“Do you still feel my sexual presence?” Miss Venus asked.

William slowly looked Miss Venus’ reclined form up and down, eventually settling on her eyes.

“Yes” William said, demurely.

“Do you lust for me?”

“Yes, I do” William admitted.

“Very good. Now you must look into my eyes, and feel my power. Listen to my words, as they ring true in your mind.” William continued to stare into her eyes. “Feel my power over your mind growing, as your desire for me grows.”

Miss Venus slowly reached up with her hand, unbuttoning the top of her blouse. As soon as she did, her cleavage seemed to pop out of nowhere. William could not help but to bring her eyes to her milk-white bosom, nestled inside a black bikini top.

He gave an audible sigh. “Yes, my pet” Miss Venus continued, “The longer you gaze upon me, the stronger your lustful feelings become, and the more powerful I become. You cannot resist my allure, can you?”

William hesitated a second, before admitting, “No”.

“Listen and focus on my voice, let it become your will as your mind becomes numb in my presence. Let go of any thought but the one I make for you…”

“As the one who controls your mind, what I tell you is truth—I will allow you to become aroused, but you will not cum until I command it. Do you understand?”

“Yes” William replied.

“Good. Now bring your cock out for me.”

Slowly, William undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped his pants. He pulled his cock out, as commanded, and left it out in the open.

“Very good. It pleases me when you follow my commands. You do want to please me, right?”

“Yes” William intoned.

“Now tell me honestly, my pet—would you ever work against your own country?”

“No” came the quick response.

“Even if I commanded it?”

William responded with the same celerity, “No”

Miss Venus waited a moment, thinking of her next play. “Do you still desire me?”

“Yes” came the hesitant response. We’ll work on that, Miss Venus thought.

Slowly, Miss Venus slipped off her high heels, revealing her bare feet, toenails painted blood-red. Remembering William’s lack of response to her earlier suggestions of his diminished role at the Olympia’s feet, she continued her strip tease by pulling one stocking off, and then another.

“Do you like my legs?” she crooned, sliding her legs up and down.

William, mesmerized by the movement, responded with a “yes”.

“As you keep watching me and listening to my voice, you feel your sexual desire grow, so much so that it takes control, making you obedient and willing to do whatever it takes for me to command your...release” Miss Venus emphasized.

Turning to face William, Miss Venus sat on the edge of the bed. As she leaned over, William followed the movement of her breasts, affording him a view of her deep cleavage.

“Do you want me to take this off?” she teased, curling her finger around the lapel of her blouse.

“Uh-huh” he responded.

Standing up, Miss Venus reached for the sides of her tight skirt, yanking down one side, and then the other. After more than a few yanks, she pushed the skirt down all the way, revealing a matching black bikini bottom.

“Uhhhh” William moaned.

“Yes, my pet” Miss Venus said, smiling, “You can’t control your desire as I reveal more of my sensuality. Feel it fill your mind, eroding your will to resist me.”

William gave a short sigh, a sign of the struggle within his mind.

“You may only reach orgasm if you pledge your undying loyalty to me, my pet. It is futile to resist me” she said, sitting back on the bed. Reaching back to her blouse, Miss Venus undid a button, then the next, in an excruciating tease.

Looking back at William with each undoing of a button, Miss Venus knew the time was drawing near.

“Am I the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen?” she asked, holding onto the last button.

“Yes” William breathed.

“And you desire me more than any other woman, don’t you?”

“Yes” William said again.

“More than your wife?” she asked. Seeing his brain work through that possibility, Miss Venus quickly undid the last button, pulling on the lapels with her hands. William watched the movement closely, dumbstruck.

“More than your wife?” she asked again, bringing her arms underneath her bikini. The pressure from under her boobs made them spill over the top of her bikini, and she made sure to lean over ever so slightly again.

“Yes, yes” William repeated. His cock was so engorged, it was starting to turn a darker shade of pink.

Miss Venus waved her chest from side to side, and watched his face follow suit. He’s all mine now.

“I desire a servant. Will you kneel before me?”

Taking care not to trip over his pants, William obeyed Miss Venus’ command.

“Thank you, my pet, it pleases me when you obey. And every time you obey, you feel pleasure too.”

“Mmmm” William responded in kind.

Miss Venus took her arms away, letting her breasts drop. “Do you know why I’m called ‘Miss Venus’?”

Slack-jawed, kneeling in front of Miss Venus with his cock out, William couldn’t rightly fire enough neurons to respond.

“It’s because I’m a goddess” she emphasized. “You are right to desire me above all women, and to kneel before me. It feels good to obey, doesn’t it?” she said with a smile.

William somehow knew that Miss Venus was pleased, and it made him automatically smile too.

“Yes, it does” William admitted.

“It feel good to do what I say, to let go of your own thoughts, doesn’t it, my slave?” she said, cupping the side of his face.

With her beaming face right in front of his, William was overwhelmed by her presence-

“Yes” he said, eyes open wide.

“It’s time to test your loyalty. Right now you have a lot of responsibilities, a lot of allegiances to maintain. But you need to consolidate that loyalty, and make me your one priority.” Letting go of William’s face, Miss Venus leaned back and reached around with her hands.

“You’re going to have to make a choice—me, or this country. And once you do, there is no going back, you understand?”

Miss Venus saw a look of concern on his face, as he worked through the implications of the next few minutes.

“I’ve noticed that you’ve been staring at my rack for a while now...do you want to see them?” she teased.

That was an easy choice, “Yes” he said, emphatically.

“I see your lust has made you weak.. This pleases me” she said, smiling.

“Uhhh” William responded, with a shudder.

“Do you love me more than your wife?” she asked. Pausing a second, she undid the string knot on her bikini, letting it fall to the floor.

“Tell me!” she commanded.

The combination of watching her bare breasts fall, with the stern voice, brought an immediate answer-

“Yes! I love you more” he said.

“Then call me ‘master’” she said, giving her tits a shake. William’s head shook a little too, as he stared in awe at the puffy white nipples that dotted those beautiful, pale-skinned breasts.

“Yes...master” he breathed. The stimulation was becoming too much for him. “Please” he begged.

“You can have your heart’s desire, and more, if you pledge to serve me. Abandon your wife, and you will find eternal happiness serving your goddess.” Kneeling down to his level on the floor, Miss Venus brought her piercing blue eyes to bear.

In the back of William’s mind, a quick reel played of his time with his beloved Anita—the first time they met, the day he said he loved her, their wedding—it was the last chance he had of holding onto her, of holding onto their marriage. He knew that once he went down this dark path, there was no going back.

Anita…

“Give her up forever, and serve your master instead” Miss Venus ordered. Through the images of his past, William could slowly see the bright blue eyes becoming brighter and brighter.

Anita…

But I need to cum so badly!

Serve me! Came the voice in his mind. He felt himself reeling, unable to make a decision.

You want these, don’t you? Came the voice again. William felt something in his hands, and when he looked at what they held, his mind gave out

“I will leave my wife and serve only you, my goddess” came his unequivocal answer. The touch of his goddess’ breasts in his hands felt like the perfect ending to his previous life, and the perfect start of another.

“Your obedience pleases me, slave”

Yes master, Oh fuck me, I need to cum!

“Your submission pleases me, as it should please you as well” Miss Venus continued.

No! Make it stop!

“Yes, it does, master” William admitted.

I’ve gotten farther than I’d hoped, Miss Venus thought. I should be happy with the progress he’s made...he is the Vice President, after all!

Miss Venus took William’s off her bust, granting only a minor reprieve from the sexual torment he was currently enduring

But I may not get this chance again, and Theodora said we were under the gun to get results.

“Listen to me carefully, my enslaved pet—I know there is still a part of you that is fighting me, and your decision to abandon your wife of 30 years does not appease me. I am a jealous goddess, and I will have all of you” she said. William whimpered in response.

“On your back, slave. This ends now.” William complied, his purple cock pointing straight up in the air.

“You know what it is I’m asking you to give up, I don’t need to say it. Just know that when the time comes, you will surrender to me, like you have already.”

“Please, master” William whined.

“As your master, I command that you will no longer be able to speak, or move. Do you understand?”

William nodded, a look in fear in his eyes.

“Very good, I’m pleased.” Miss Venus noticed his neck straining, as the hunger for sexual release increased.

“Time for one last tease” Miss Venus said, standing up. Pulling down on her bikini bottom, she revealed the last part of her sexuality to William, which he could not avoid. The straining in his body continued, although he could not move away. His eyes were transfixed on her pussy, and he realized that it was the dooming of his existence as he knew it.

“I can tell you want this so badly, baby” Miss Venus cooed, “as soon as you decide to forswear this country of yours, you may cum.”

Nooo!, William screamed in his mind. He couldn’t think of a way out—couldn’t think at all, really. His mind was a vortex of lust and longing, a need that he could not control. It was all coming to an end.

Kneeling on either side of his head, Miss Venus gave William a better look at her pussy. “Witness the reason for your destruction, you pitiful American. You call yourself a leader, but now you’re powerless to stop yourself from betraying your nation. You can see how easy it will be to destroy your country now, can’t you?”

Williams didn’t give a response. “Your submission is inevitable, so save yourself the torture and give in to your desires. I promise life will be so much better once you do.” Miss Venus saw his eyes were watering.

“That’s right, why fight anymore? You’ve already lost. But don’t worry, you won’t have any guilt when you decide to worship me. Only...bliss”

Yes! Bliss!

No! Must...resist…

“You need me to make this easy for you, my slave...and so I will.” Standing up, Miss Venus backed toward William’s crotch, then crouched down, practically laying on top of him.

William’s eye half closed when he felt her naked body on his, his cock bent down by her weight.

“Look me in the eye, I want to see you when you submit to me” she told him. He opened his eyes a little more, and stared into hers. “Only when you submit, will you be able to talk.”

“You are about to experience the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life, William” she said, using his name for the first time, “just let it...cum” she said, smiling.

Grabbing his penis with her silky smooth hand, Miss Venus directed it into her vagina—making William’s eyes roll back in frustration.

“You...will...SUBMIT” she yelled in between thrusts.

Unable to move or make any noise, William almost blacked out from the pressure in his mind.

SUBMIT...SUBMIT… came the thoughts in his mind.

William felt hands on the side of his head, directing him to face his master, and the friction in his cock was too much for him to resist the sexual temptation-

“I SUBMIT, MASTER!” he yelled. William’s mind exploded with pure ecstasy, as the body-wracking orgasm finally came. Where there was pressure and extreme discomfort before, now there was a seemingly unending bliss. The force of the sexual release on his mind left an indelible mark on his psyche, forever changing his personality, his motivation, and his will. Instead of who he was before, William Burr was now permanently changed, his brain hardwired to find pleasure in servitude to the woman who brought about his transformation.

Miss Venus watched her new conquest as he convulsed with unimaginable pleasure, his cock pumping out sperm into her waiting pussy. She reveled in the feeling of his submission, and accepted his jizz as a symbol of his surrender. Seeing that he was finally slowing his movements, Miss Venus ended her basking, and starting thinking about her subliminal messages.

It was a minute before she knew he was calmed down enough to hear her-

“Can you hear me, slave?”

“Yes” came the weak reply.

“Do you know who I am?” she inquired.

William responded with a sense of awe, “master”. Miss Venus grinned.

“Yes, I am. And now that I have your full attention, I have some instructions for you.”

William waited, an empty vessel waiting to be filled.

“First, you will always be aroused at the sight, sound, or any thought of me—unless I suppress it.” Miss Venus knew that this command was important, because it renewed the sexual connection between herself and her servants. She had seen Theodora’s thralls exhibit this characteristic almost immediately whenever she was nearby. Miss Venus also knew that it provide her with many opportunities to be fucked whenever she wanted, by men with an animalistic drive for sex.

Miss Venus looked down, and saw Wiliam’s erection starting again. Already? I’m flattered

“Second, you will act normally in the rest of your life—you will move, talk, and interact with others as if you had never met me. You must never let anyone know that you are secretly my slave. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master” came the emotionless response.

“You will know I am commanding you when you see or hear the words, ‘Vy dolzhny podchinyat’sya miss Veneru’ (You must obey Miss Venus)”

“Yes, master”

Miss Venus walked over to a bag on the floor, and noticed that Jeremy and Morgan were still seated, very much at attention. And erect too, Miss Venus realized.

“You may pull your cocks out, gentlemen” she said, addressing them. Immediately, both men unzipped themselves and pulled out their full erections.

Miss Venus examined their cocks briefly, as if they were pieces of art—Jeremy’s is bigger than Morgan’s, which surprises me based on their heights. It curves down a little, too. I wonder how that would feel inside me…

Grabbing her phone, the naked form of Miss Venus walked back to William.

“Study these faces, slave.” She showed him the pictures of her accomplices—Mileena, Anna, and Theodora. “These will also be your masters, and you will obey them as you do me.”

“Yes, master” William intoned.

Miss Venus checked her phone—Still have 10 minutes until the curator speaks…

“Come here and fuck my pussy, Jeremy, I want to see how your cock feels.”

Jeremy instantly stood up, and walked over to Miss Venus, his cock bobbing from side to side. She could see the lust in his eyes, the single-mindedness of his stride. He wants me so badly, she knew.

She laid on the bed, and Jeremy quickly proceeded to penetrating her—Ooh, that does feel...oh...good

“Don’t stop...until...I cum” she told him in between strokes. His length and girth were already having an impact on her.

“Morgan, be...a dear...and suck on my tits.” Morgan complied with the same awkward, yet purposeful movement as Jeremy a minute before.

“Just...for some more...incentive” Miss Venus said, “You will cum...when I do.” She felt Jeremy’s pace increase right as Morgan’s warm mouth engulfed her right nipple.

Oh yes...fuck me...my slaves..., Miss Venus thought, as the pleasure grew quickly, fuck your goddess!

Theodora watched as the curator continued talking about the histories of the various Dutch artists in front of the gathered crowd.

What a bore, she thought. Turning her attention to the crowd, she noticed that the Vice President was just now making his way to the front of the crowd. She couldn’t tell if her plan had worked or not, but then she noticed that Elena and Morgan were coming in from another room-

She has that flower over her ear. That means she did it

Theodora’s heart swelled with pride—I knew she could it.

Theodora felt a buzz in her purse, and slowly went into it to check it.

She looked at her notifications, and saw that Elena had sent her an email without any subject line or body text, just an attachment of a video file.

Theodora smiled…

Nobody’s stopping us now.