The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

Home is where the heart is. While this may not hold true for everyone, it sure held true for Lane Corker of Backwater, Tennessee. Born and raised on a local cattle ranch, she was now a famous actress. However, she remained a country girl at heart and vowed to acknowledge all her old friends and colleagues by the time her trip ended.

Indeed, these were the two reasons that she had returned to Backwater in the first place. It reminded her of all the pleasures of country life. It was also the perfect location to shoot several scenes for her newest upcoming movie Stella Saloon: Southern Fried Genius. It was based on a popular series of mystery novels set in the Southern United States and had elements that would fit perfectly in a Louis L’Amour novel. Lane, of course, played the titular genius. Saloon was a beautiful 30 something Texan woman who was an expert in martial arts, forensic investigation, and—you guessed it—using her strength and intelligence to bring down the bad guys.

It wasn’t that big of a surprise that Lane got the part. She was in her late twenties and had a natural southern drawl. She was also incredibly beautiful. Her blonde hair was done in a short bob haircut. It framed her slightly tanned baby face, bright blue eyes, and a smile that could light up a room. Her body was impressive too. She had an attractive figure, sizable cleavage, (that matched her sizable breasts) and nicely toned long legs.

Of course, Lane was much more than a pretty face. She was a black belt in martial arts, a marathon runner, had an IQ that would fit right in with MENSA, and had deductive reasoning skills that would impress Sherlock Holmes. She was a real-life southern fried genius.

Today they were filming at Backwater’s most prestigious location, Farmville Manor. Well, that’s what it was colloquially known as. It was actually a now defunct farm attached to sprawling estate. It was perfect place to shoot the scenes. These were the scenes where Saloon finally discovers the culprit’s identity, leading to an exciting showdown.

Lane was actually impressed by the manor. It certainly looked like it belonged in the movie. It was rustic, yet it still had a computer, internet access, running water, indoor plumbing, a refrigerator and microwave and two bathrooms with showers and sinks attached.

Of course, all the stereotypical hallmarks of a farmhouse estate were there. It had a barn, grazing area, stable, backyard, animal corral, a small lake that doubled as a swimming pool and picturesque grain silos (among other things). Yes, she definitely felt back at home.

2.

Lane arrived at the manor early. She was ready to go and dressed for the part. She wore a blue and white checkered sweater over a white t-shirt, a pair of jean shorts that doubled as cut-offs and light brown cowboy boots that fit perfectly. A white cowboy hat and a pair of sleek black sunglasses, (it was part of her character’s fashion style) completed the ensemble. One of the advantages of shooting in Tennessee was that the climate was warm all year round and she could dress like that—even in late November.

Lane must have been really early. The sun had not completely risen. When she got to the set, no one else was there and no equipment was set up. Could she have gotten the wrong location? About two minutes later she saw a small but noticeable figure come towards her. A few seconds later she realized who it was. “Sanjay? Is that you Sanjay Rand?”

“Yes,” Sanjay confirmed “Who wants to know?”

“Sanjay...it’s me. Lane!” she said cheerfully.

“Lane Corker? Wow! I haven’t seen you in ages. I knew you were in town, but I never thought I’d run into you so soon. What a treat.”

“Same here,” Lane agreed.

Believe it or not, Lane has been friends since childhood. Actually more than that, they used to date (and Lane loved every minute of it). It was easy to see why. Sanjay was the grandson of East Indian immigrants and his appearance and accent certainly reflected that. He was tall dark-skinned (but thankfully, not a stranger) and was very muscular. While not amazing, his physique was one that a bodybuilder would at least respect. He had black hair and black eyes and was wearing khaki pants a dark blue stripped golf shirt, and sunglasses. He work black dress shoes instead of cowboy boots and his face was nearly identical to the stereotypical Indian computer programmer found in popular culture. He was also a great kisser and a joy to talk to.

Unfortunately, Sanjay’s parents did think as glowingly of Lane as she did of Sanjay. White people did not have a monopoly on disdain for interracial relationships. Sanjay’s parents proved that. They wanted him to marry a nice Indian girl and have his wedding by the Ganges river. They were also devout Hindus. Cows were sacred to them. They inevitably found the daughter someone who killed, ate, and offered them as food an unacceptable mate for their son. They were also suspicious of “decadent Western boys.” Who would have thought? The two tried to date in secret but were eventually found leading to Sanjay getting the strap from his very angry father. From then on, they communicated discreetly via email. By contrast, Lane’s own family did not mind if a white girl dated an Indian boy. The only issue they had was the difficulty understanding someone with such a heavy accent. However, after years of living in Backwater Sanjay’s Indian accent had diminished (but not disappeared).

That said, after their breakup, she had landed her breakthrough role, on a popular teen drama Passions of Peach County (before that she had co-hosted a popular children’s edutainment show). She had little time for a romantic relationship. After five exciting seasons, the drama concluded, and Lane had to move to the big city to get the glamorous roles she desired. Granted, she often missed the company of a romantic partner, but there were always trade-offs. “So Sanjay,” she asked. “What are you doing on the set?”

“I’m part of the film crew actually,” Sanjay answered. “I am responsible for the technical side of things like the special effects, plus any and all computer programming. It’s complicated and often results in piecework, but I make a decent living off of it and enjoy doing it.”

“Kind of like my job,” Lane chuckled in reply.

“Well my work does take a bit more technical savvy,” Sanjay said. “Would you like a demonstration?”

“What you mean demonstration?” Lane asked, puzzled.

“I mean of some of the special effects that are going to be used in the movie,” Sanjay answered.

“Sanjay,” Lane said more sternly. “I don’t think we have the time. The crew should be arriving any minute.”

“It’ll just take a second,” Sanjay reassured.

“Oh, all right,” Lane said relenting. She knew that Sanjay was very skilled with special effects and getting a sneak peek of his latest accomplishment might be interesting. “Make it quick, though.”

“Most definitely,” Sanjay replied. “However, you must take your sunglasses off to see it completely.” Lane removed them without complaint. It wasn’t like she needed them right this second. Interestingly Sanjay kept his own sunglasses on.

“Okay, Lane,” Sanjay said. “Look at that corral over there.” She turned her direction to the corral. No animals had been added yet. It looked rather unremarkable. “Now, watch this,”

He took out what looked like a Smartphone and pressed a few of its buttons. Suddenly the corral’s fencing began to glow and smoke began to rise. She then saw beams of orange and green lights appear in the sky. “Look at this light and smoke show,” Sanjay implored. “Look at how beautiful it is, how it draws you in. You must focus on the lights and smoke. The beautiful lights and smoke is all you can look at. Keep watching the lights and smoke.”

ane had to admit Sanjay was right. The lights were pretty and the smoke realistic. She felt a little lightheaded but that was alright. She should just enjoy the show before work began. She became so preoccupied with it that she barely registered what Sanjay was saying.

“In fact the lights are so beautiful, they are corralling you. The lights are corralling you Lane. It’s only fitting because the light show is taking place in an actual corral. You are just like a farm animal Lane because the lights and smoke are corralling your attention. Not only they are corralling your attention, they are corralling you mind. That’s right Lane, they are corralling your mind just like your father corralled the cattle on his ranch. The lights and smoke are corralling your mind. Say it Lane.”

“Lights...smoke corralling my mind,” Lane slurred.

Sanjay smiled. His little hypnotic spectacle was on its way to ensnaring the love of his life. Not to say that he hadn’t used it on other women, but those were for flings or to obtain a specific object or permit. It would work on anyone irrespective of gender, but sunglasses would protect the wearer from its effects. That’s why he had her take of her sunglasses before looking at it. If only he had invented it during his teenage years. Then he could make sure his parents weren’t so hostile to him dating Lane.

However, that was then. He was now using it on his soulmate. He then delivered the coup de grace. “Yes. Lane your mind has been corralled by the lights and smoke. Since I own the lights and smoke, I have corralled your mind.”

“You...corralled my mind,” Lane answered dreamily.

“Since I have corralled your mind, I own your mind. It’s just like your father and his animals. Since he corrals them, he owns them. I have corralled you, you are my animal and I own you.”

“You own me,” Lane parroted.

“Since I own you I am your master and you must do as I say,” Sanjay said authoritatively. “Repeat that please Lane.”

“My master...I...do as you say.”

Just then, Sanjay heard the loud sound of what looked like a truck coming to the set. The rest of the cast and crew were about to arrive. The large breakfast buffet he bought for them all could only delay them so long. He had to work quickly. “Lane,” Sanjay whispered. “You will forget all about me hypnotizing you, but I am going to give you some instructions that you will remember for a later time. Listen carefully...

3.

What a day, Lane thought. Shooting the scenes at Farmville Manor was productive and rewarding, but also intense and exhausting. Shooting had taken the whole day. It was now past sundown. After work she had a brief dinner. Finding her costume dirty and constraining, she had changed into an orange dress with a white stripe around the middle. She now wore black sandals instead of cowboy boots. However, she still wore her cowboy hat because she liked the look.

Shortly after she’d changed her clothes, the phone rang. She answered it and ultimately hung up because it was a prank call. She did not know why, but she then had a sudden urge to go to Farmville Manor. It must have been because Lane was a country girl and she liked the atmosphere.

She saw the corral Sanjay had shown her earlier. He put on a neat show, par for the course for anything involving him. She parked her car and—though she didn’t know why—jumped over the corral so that she was inside the enclosure. A few seconds later, Sanjay appeared.

“Sanjay, what are you doing here?” Lane asked surprised.

“Come home cowgirl Lane,” Sanjay uttered.

With those words, Lane’s mind fogged up, her eyes shut, and her head slumped forward. Sanjay smiled, happy to see her back under his control. “Lane,” Sanjay said. “I own you and you must do as I say. You are the animal and I am the rancher. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Chief,” Lane said monotonously. Sanjay’s smile grew bigger. He was going to program her to call him Master in this state but as an Indian (though not that type of one) he felt chief had a better ring to it.

“Open your eyes but remain completely hypnotized,” Sanjay commanded. With a “yes Chief” Lane complied staring blankly head. “Since you are my animal, you will act like any animal of my choosing. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Chief,” Lane said.

“Good. Now Lane act when I clap my hands you will think you are a chicken. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Chief,” Lane replied.

Sanjay clapped his hands and Lane went to work. “Bawk, Bawk, Bawk,” she said as she flapped her arms thinking they were wings. Sanjay found this hilarious and arousing. After all, who wouldn’t be turned on after hearing a beautiful woman call you Chief and obey your commands in her southern drawl? After the chicken business was finished he had her act like a dog, a sheep, and a turkey, among other creatures.

Sanjay ordered Lane to conclude her animal act and come with him into Farmville Manor’s barn. Lane did so, helpless to disobey. He undid the latch and the two entered the structure.

“Lane,” Sanjay commanded. “You have always been physically attracted to me, but the attraction is now more intense. You want me sexually and you will want to make love with me more and more. Once you have been completely aroused you will remove your clothing and make love to me to the best of your ability. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Chief,” came the programmed reply.

One minute passed. Lane began to breathe heavily. Then another two flew by. Lane finally reached down and pulled her dress over her head. She was wearing a cream-coloured bra and underwear. She then unsnapped the bra revealing her ample cleavage. She then kicked off her sandals are removed underwear exposing her nice blond tuft. She was about to remove her hat but Sanjay ordered her not to. She looked so sexy when wearing a cowboy hat and nothing else.

Sanjay was now naked himself. He had a pretty decent body. His legs and arms were nice and strong. Lane lunged toward him and pulled him in for a long passionate kiss. Sanjay kissed her back hard, while Lane went hmmm in pleasure. They then moved onto a patch of hay on the barn’s floor and began French kissing. Each party loved the feel of the other’s tongue in their mouth. After a moment or two, Sanjay disengaged from Lane’s mouth and buried her head into her breasts kissing and kneading them. Lane sighed with pleasure in response. Sanjay then moved to her belly licking it with his tongue. Lane giggled throughout the tummy-licking session, the loudest giggles occurring when Sanjay licked her bellybutton. After stroking her legs for a few seconds, he moved to the feature attraction.

“Lane you were born a cowgirl. You will always be a cowgirl. Isn’t that right?” Sanjay asked rhetorically.

“Yes, Chief...I will always be a cowgirl at heart,” Lane agreed.

“Indeed,” Sanjay continued. “As a cowgirl, you like to ride horses. However there are no horses around are there?”

“No, Chief...no horses,” Lane agreed once more.

“If there are no horses, what do you do?” Sanjay asked, “What do you ride?”

Lane thought for a moment before the answer came to her “Save a horse. Then...ride a cowboy...or cowgirl,” Lane answered.

“Exactly,” Sanjay said smilingly. “Since you are a cowgirl you must ride me. Giddy up Lane.”

With those words, her blank eyes lit up and she immediately mounted Sanjay. Her body bucked up and down while she rode Sanjay, her huge breasts bouncing all the while. Sanjay could swear he heard her neigh a couple of times. After a minute and a half of more riding, neither one could hold it in anymore. They had an intense and satisfying simultaneous orgasm.

After another riding session, Lane and Sanjay had a nice and satisfying dip in the farm’s lake. The two then redressed. It was only 8:30 PM, but he wanted to give Lane enough time to get some much needed rest. However, he had to do two things first: make her forget this encounter and give her a special post-hypnotic suggestion. He got to work on both... 4. A lot had happened in the last two months. Lane had finished filming in Backwater. The film had been released and had been performing well at the box office. Lane was now moving onto another project and place. She was boarding the plane to Australia, the film’s location right now. It would be business as usual with one big difference. “Have you found your seat?” Sanjay asked.

That’s right. Sanjay Rand was coming with her. She’d been so impressed by his work on Stella Saloon that she had recommended him as a set designer for her next project. The director was so impressed with Sanjay’s credentials (and Lane’s recommendation) he hired him on the spot.

“I’ve found it Chief,” Lane responded. Not only that, both Lane and Sanjay decided to become boyfriend and girlfriend again. They were both adults and it was their decision. Chief was a great pet name for him.

“That’s great Cowgirl,” Sanjay said, using his pet name for Lane. Sanjay allowed her to take her preferred seat and then sat beside her.

“You know, I think it’s great that we are back together again. I can’t believe we let something as silly as race keep us apart.”

“Me, neither,” Sanjay agreed. “But the most important thing is that we are back together now. I love you, Lane.”

“I love you too, Sanjay,” Lane replied. As the plane took off, Lane and Sanjay kissed.

Sanjay was very proud of himself. His technical acumen and hypnotism skills had finally gotten him back together with the woman of his dreams (not to mention a steady and lucrative job). Granted, his parents wouldn’t like it. If they learned about the beef sausage served at the breakfast buffet he used to divert the film crew, they would be furious. He’d also accrue some very bad karma. Oh well, he could worry about that in his next life (or the one after that). All that matters is that in this dalliance between a cowgirl and Indian—well East Indian—both parties won. Though this was one case where the Indian unambiguously came out even better.