The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jackie approached Sharon’s door nervously. She was still blushing from the looks and comments she’d received each step of the way between her car and this point. Her tiny top could barely contain her breasts and the excitement and cool air on them kept her nipples stiff and very visible. The short pleated skirt barely covered her ass and it only got worse with the way it swayed with each step.

Standing outside the door, the heavy dufflebag in her hand, she took a deep breath and knocked. Her jaw dropped as Sharon opened the door. Jackie recognized her friend’s face, but her body was changed dramatically. Sharon towered over her now, and every inch of her was fit and firm. Swelling out proudly were a pair of breasts even larger than Jackie’s. Jackie’s inspection of her was made even easier by the fact that Sharon was naked from head to toe.

“Come in, Jackie,” Sharon commanded with a smile.

Jackie bustled herself in and closed the door behind her. She had been confused the whole way over, not knowing what to think of the tone of Sharon’s email or how she was going to explain what had happened to her own body. Now she was in shock, trying to put all the pieced together in her mind.

Sharon interrupted her thoughts. “We obviously have a lot to talk about, but a few things first. I don’t think a submissive little slut like yourself should be dressed while a powerful Mistress like myself is not, do you?”

“No ma’am,” Jackie responded meekly.

“Strip then, pet, and give me your clothes.”

It didn’t take Jackie long to wiggle out of the two small items, and the heat of her blushing face was matched by a burning lust building between her thighs, feeling the joy of obedience and the display of her body. Sharon took them items as she watched, then proceeded to stretch them over her own form. The top was stretched even more over Sharon’s breasts, showing her firm titflesh not only at the deeply cut neckline but swelling below the cropped bottom as well. The skirt hung from her curvy hips more like decoration than clothing.

“Good little girl,” Sharon purred, “now put the contents of that bag on the floor.”

The warmth of those words hit Jackie as she moved quickly to obey. Carefully she took each item out and laid them out for inspection. Once the bag was empty she set it aside.

“Very good, Jackie, now you may kneel before me.”

Again, the only response Jackie could manage was instant obedience. Giving in to her new submissive desires felt even more embarrassing in front of someone she knew but there was something new about Sharon, aside from her statuesque height and remarkable body. Something at her core that came out with every word—it was pure power, pure control. The lusty sense of pleasure in the air seemed to flow back and forth between them with even the smallest interaction.

The first items Sharon chose from Jackie’s pile of toys were a couple pairs of fur-lined handcuffs. She deftly fixed them onto Jackie’s body, trapping her right wrist to her right ankle, then her left wrist to her left ankle. Jackie was trapped in an open kneeing position, her arms drawn back forcing her breasts outwards. Sharon moved behind Jackie and pushed her at her back, until she nearly fell forwards, her cheek to the carpet and her ass and pussy exposed.

She gasped as she felt Sharon’s fingers coat the cleft between her cheeks with ice cold lube. She massaged it in and used two fingers to guide it into her tight opening. Even though she half expected it Jackie still cried out when she felt the anal plug pushed into her. Sharon was efficient with it and in moments Jackie’s bottom was full and aching, her own body gripping the form of the plug.

Jackie really only became aware of how wet she was when she felt just how easily her cunt took the toy that Sharon filled her with. She moaned out loud. Her body was quivering with lust and need. She felt Sharon’s firm hand on her once more as she pulled her back into her previous kneeling position. Once again she was able to look up at Sharon’s unbelievable body. Looking up at her from the floor, the skirt covered even less.

Sharon addressed the trapped, filled, kneeling and writhing Jackie, “So, my friend, it seems that our wonderful choice of dating services certainly has an interesting feature that wasn’t mentioned in the advertising. I must say, aside from the difficultly of dealing with the people at work on Monday, I couldn’t be happier. Tell me, how do you feel about the new you?”

“Well...” Jackie was finding it hard to think or form sentences with her level of lust so high; her hips were grinding. “I love this new body, I love my breasts and shape and every inch of me feels so good to the touch. But I can’t seem to help doing the most humiliating and shameful things.” Even now she could feel her juices dripping out of her and she didn’t dare think too much of her activities of the previous 24 hours.

“Yes, I can imaging what trouble you might have gotten yourself into, looking at your profile. It’s fun to see every dirty detail of all your new needs out there for everyone to see.” Sharon was smiling widely. “For example, given that you clearly love toys, you must be really enjoying having two in you at once.”

“Yesss, I ammm.”

“Other than the obvious,” Sharon continued while cupping her breasts, “I’ve made some other changes as well. Just like you, I’m assuming, I made them quite by accident but the outcome has been incredibly pleasing. One of those changes is responsible for giving me the kind of pleasure better than my best sex just by seeing your incredibly body like that before me, submissive and helpless, squirming with lust. God, I can smell your juices from here.”

Sharon leaned forwards over Jackie’s body and her pleasure was obvious as she let her hands roam over Jackie’s trapped, writhing form. She kneaded and squeezed Jackie’s breasts, pinched and tugged on her nipples then let her hands roam downwards. Her fingernails traced around the base of the vibe she’d filled Jackie’s pussy up with. Soon her fingers were slick with Jackie’s juices. With a smile used her wet fingertips to coat Jackie’s nipples and her parted lips with the fragrant nectar before licking them clean. Her hands did return to the vibe once more, turning it on to its lowest setting.

Both women were finding it very difficult to think clearly. In the base of each of their minds was the awareness of their friendship, their common experiences at work, the care and respect they had for each other. At this moment though these thoughts were being overtaken with a mutual lust. Though Sharon was very much in control of Jackie’s quivering body, they both were the victims of their own personality changes.

“God, you’re one hot little slut like that on your knees,” Sharon said, “we’ve got a lot to talk about, but that’s going to have to wait because your tongue is needed somewhere else.”

Sharon moved forward quickly, spreading her legs to step outside of Jackie’s spread thighs, and with a hand at the back of Jackie’s head guided her mouth roughly against her own dripping cunt.

Jackie had never been with a woman in this way before-she’d never even been attracted to women sexually. But ever since her changes her eyes and mind had been finding all kinds of new desires. Every time the tiny skirt had flitted up Jackie’s eyes had been drawn to the cleft between Sharon’s legs, catching sight of her smooth lips glistening and plump. Now, with her mouth press firmly and fully against that sweet sex, her body was responding with a newly discovered instinct. Her tongue lapped up and down, tasting and teasing the full length of her slit. She was kissing, moaning and tasting Sharon’s nectar, feeling it coat her lips and face.

Sharon reacted with eager moans and by grinding her pussy against the trapped girls face. The fingers of her free hand were pressed deep into the full flesh of her newly enlarged breasts. Even with their heightened sensitivity, it was still no match for the heavenly feeling of Jackie’s tongue dancing inside her. She could feel her juices flowing and coating the slut’s face.

On the floor, Jackie was panting and writhing. All she was aware of was the sweet soft pussy her mouth was servicing and the twin toys tormenting her. As her body gripped them she relished the agonizing fullness, feeling the vibe softly hum inside her and the plug provide such a new sensation of submission. Her tongue was stiffly probing Sharon’s slick silky walls, curling upwards to stroke her stiff clit. She was straining against her bonds as she worked but she was trapped too well to make any headway. Her helplessness was only driving her lust higher and higher.

With a scream, Sharon came hard and wet. Her cum splashed into Jackie’s mouth and over her lips and chin. It was too much for Jackie and her own orgasm shook her body. The two of them came together, Jackie screaming and moaning against Sharon’s sex and Sharon holding her tight against her. As Sharon’s legs weakened she slid down to kneel next to Jackie and she shared a deep loving kiss with her, tasting her own pleasure on her friend’s lips and tongue.

After their recovery from pleasure, Sharon freed Jackie of her bonds and toys. They showered quickly and Jackie stretched the skirt and tank top while Sharon tried to fit her bathrobe around her new curves.

Suddenly, Jackie’s shoulders began to shake and she was sobbing. Sharon gathered her up in her arms.

“What’s wrong, hun?”

“It’s just all this. Look at me. I’m dressed like a slut. I look like some kind of porn star. All I want to do if fuck, be fucked, be used with toys, or show off myself to strangers. I’ve done the most horrifying things this weekend and it’s driving me nuts because as much as I know how shameless I’m being I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I don’t know how this all happened to me, but I feel like I won’t be happy until I’m just some kind of sex slave or fucktoy. And somehow I’ve still got to try to get through a day of work tomorrow.” She couldn’t continue.

Sharon tried to comfort her, “Don’t cry, honey, it’s going to be okay. I know that neither of us planned for this to happen. I certainly didn’t think I’d be in the body of some teenager’s wet dream, but I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling more alive than I ever have. Seeing you on your knees at my mercy, and feeling your hot tongue inside me was probably the best feeling of my life. And I may be off base, but I imagine your latest sexual adventures, while shocking, are the best you’ve ever had.”

Jackie could only nod.

“Then we’ll take this as it comes, pet.” With a wicked smile, she added, “Besides, my sweet girl, you’ll have me nearby to make sure you’re being a good girl.”

Jackie purred with those words, and the reaction spurred Sharon to continue, “that’s right pet, Mistress Sharon is going to take care of you, make sure you’re a good girl, a proper obedient girl, doing whatever I tell you, and maybe even whoever I tell you.”

“Oh godd, Sharon, you wouldn’t”

Sharon laughed, “Oh, I think I might, just because I know that deep down my little slut would want me to. Now, about work, you’ve made me think. There’s no point in worrying about our new bodies, since we can’t do anything about them, but we are certainly going to have to shop. That should make you happy.”

Jackie’s tears turned into warm laugher as she embraced Sharon. “Yes, I’d like that a lot.”

“Good,” Sharon said, “you’ll have to be dressed as you are to start, and I’m going to see if I can dig up some sweats my last deadbeat boyfriend left around here. Then we’re off.”

Jackie looked down at herself, blushing, but already starting to bask in the anticipation of the looks she’d be getting.

By Monday morning, it all seemed a blur of lust. Her public humiliations, her private service and the display of her body while shopping would have seemed like a dream if the increased weight of her new breasts wasn’t still a constant reminder.

She laced herself into the outfit she laid out for work. It certainly wasn’t going to hide any of the changes—the corset inspired top offered up her cleavage like a museum display. The high-heeled boots, sheer stockings and clingy skirt would be getting their own looks as well. Part of her was nervous, knowing there would be so many shocked faces and questions to answer, or to avoid. Most of all, she felt her inner heat driving her. She wanted to feel those stares, to take in the lust that would radiate around her, and she couldn’t wait for the unknown paces that Mistress Sharon would put her through. She could feel a new life beginning in earnest as she stepped out her door.