The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Out of the night, the woman’s pale skin flickered in Julia’s headlights before she had time to stop. She hit the brakes, gravel crunching underneath her wheels. The hatchback’s beams lit the road ahead, pitch dark shadows folding between the tree trunks on either side. Wild, bushy grasses merged with the rough road surface.

“The hell!?” said Julia. She turned her head to peer through the rear window. Beyond the dull red glow of the car’s tail: nothing, but darkness. Clouds obscured the stars. A summer night breeze made the sound of trees carry through the slight opening in her driver’s window.

Julia licked her lips, her eyes narrowing. Her right hand ran through her fine, shoulder length blonde hair. She opened her eyes wide and blinked rapidly, then gave her head a shake.

“Fucking imagination.”

She turned back to her wheel. Deep breath in . . . and out. The car’s digital clock showed three in the morning in glowing green numerals on the dash.

“Should have had more coffee,” she lifted her foot up, letting the car move into drive, “not much long . . . AH!!”

Hit the brakes.

She could see the naked woman in her rear mirror, the dark outline of the woman’s smooth curves slowly drifting into sight, before disappearing back into shadow. Julia felt a primal desire to slam the gas, but ignored it.

Her car door clicked as Julia stepped out, her sturdy leather hiking boots crunching as she stood up to peer over the car roof. The tang of pine hung on the night breeze. A nude silhouette stood on the other side of the car just next to the rear lights.

“Are you alright?” Julia said. Her voice sounded higher-pitched than she’d have liked. The woman seemed to shiver in response, but the whispering leaves veiled the woman’s words.

Julia tried again, “Did you say ‘yes’? . . . um,” the silhouette stayed perfectly still, “was that a ‘yes’, yeah?”

“Yesss,” said a soft voice. It sounded small and confused, the final syllable sliding into a moan that made Julia’s pussy embarrassingly warm. She could feel her cheeks burn. Thank goodness for the darkness. The cloth of her tee stuck to Julia’s skin and her comfortable denims felt too tight.

She swallowed, “Ma’am, I hate to ask, but why are you naked?” Julia had a sudden vision of a drunken co-ed camping trip gone horribly wrong.

“Goddess . . . keeps me this way. Ohh!”

The last half-gasp-half-sob came as if the woman had been startled by the realization, but in a good way. A very, very good way. Julia recognized it as the exact sound she made herself when Mark started fucking her just right.

Useless, cheating bastard. No time for that right now.

Julia walked around the side of the car, keeping her left hand in contact with the roof. She could see the woman’s beautiful round breasts, red in the glow from the rear lights, hard nipples pointing like bullets.

“Goddess??” Julia made her voice as gentle as she could, “Ma’am, . . . can I ask please if you’ve been taking drugs tonight?”

The woman swayed close; those oh-so-very hard nipples nearly brushing up against Julia’s own high breasts through the cloth of her tee. Wide eyes stared right-through Julia, glazed in some sort of fugue state, pupils hugely dilated. Julia could see the woman’s short dark hair had been slicked down tight against her skull.

“Yesss . . . She . . . ,” The woman’s hand rose slowly to hover beside Julia’s cheek, fingers gently fluttering. Julia took a careful step back. The woman seemed to have lost the thread of her thought for a moment, then her head tilted back, “Musst obey Herrr . . . . Help. Please.”

Julia’s elegant eyebrows knit, “Help? Have you been . . . ?”

Julia bit her lip. Her thoughts seemed confused suddenly, a new scent disrupting them, insinuating itself underneath the pine. The scent reminded her of . . . Julia leaned into the woman, her nostrils flaring.

Can’t place it.

The girl’s finger touched Julia’s cheek, stroking a trace of cold, wet oil across it. Unexpected sparks flared deep between Julia’s thighs.

“Obey . . . Her,” whispered the girl, “Ohhh, help.”

Julia closed her eyes for a moment, the flame licking between her thighs as she inhaled. Then she remembered herself, twisting away, “Don’t!” Her gorgeous, naked, new friend stayed still.

Julia touched her own cheek, her fingers rubbing against the sweet-smelling oil smeared there. Her skin tingled down the line of her jaw, down the slopes of her chest, to the hard tips of her breasts, then all the way down, down, down to her trickling pussy.

“What?” Julia licked her lips, bringing a pair of oil-coated fingertips in front of them out of reflex curiosity, “What is this stuff?”

Her tongue slid out on a mission all of its own, its tip playing across the slick pads of Julia’s fingers. The heat blossomed up into her mind.

Julia tried to think. Tried to think of the cabin up ahead, of writing, of publishing deadlines, of driving, of . . . of . . . . Fucking.

Flesh slapping on flesh. Licking sweat from her lover’s skin. Opening to him. On her knees, straddling him, riding his cock like a slut. Opening to . . . her. Binding her, bending her into submission. Surrendering to control. Licking her. Sucking on her flesh. Sucking her diamond nipples. Her cunt tasting sooo good. Her clit so swollen and stiff, sucking it into her mouth, moving her tongue around it.

“Please . . . help.” The little, lost voice shredded the dream. Julia gasped, pulling her fingers from out of her mouth. She fought the urge to push them back in and keep sucking the delicious oil from them.

“Of course,” Julia’s breath came in harsh gulps, her chest rising and falling heavily beneath her tee, “let’s get you in the car.” A wave of tenderness for the nude girl rolled through Julia.

She reached out and ran her hand through the slick hair on her lover’s head. I’m not gay. . . . Oh, Julia, stop being a liar. Julia mumbled as she leaned in, “Something’s so wron . . . .”

The girl’s lips felt soft beneath Julia’s, her open mouth warm. Her tongue wrestled back against Julia’s own stabbing tongue.

Julia couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t permit her slut to act like that. She pulled the slut’s hair back hard, using both hands, sweet oil oozing from it to run between Julia’s fingers and trickle onto her wrists.

“You’re mine,” she laughed, getting drunk on the feeling, “Mine now.”

Julia bent the girl back, arching her against the car boot, Julia’s denim thigh rising to press hard against her slut-lover’s mound. Her little whore, mewling, rubbed back with her hips, mouth parted, panting as she ground downwards, “Yess . . . Obey.”

Her whore-lover came hard, pelvis jerking violently on Julia’s upraised leg, thighs clenching.

Julia needed more. She needed her own cum and she knew just how she wanted to get it. Julia stepped back and fumbled with her leather belt, unsnapping her jeans. Her pussy sang hosannas in anticipation.

“Yeah. Obey me,” said Julia. Julia’s whore lay against the boot of the car, sprawling invitingly back against the gently sloping rear window. Big, soft breasts rose and fell as the shameless little slut reached a hand to play with her dripping cunt; watching with hooded eyes as Julia’s jeans were stripped down, cotton panties lowered.

“Goddesss . . . coming.”

The night air felt good on Julia’s own hot little cunt. Her own perky tits. Her own lush, fuckable ass. She wanted to get them all out in the open for her slave to worship. Some part of Julia tried to tell her she’d gone crazy. However, the only part Julia wanted to listen to said that making her slave eat her out . . . might just be the sanest idea Julia’d ever had.

“Yeah, I’m your Goddess, and you’re gonna make me cum.”

Julia started giggling. She convulsed, hands on her bare knees, looking at her slave’s shapely calves.

A cold finger traced down Julia’s spine.

Julia hadn’t noticed that the slave wore trainers. And just above the trainer on the slave’s left foot, on the ankle, a black bracelet had been fixed. A red electronic flash winked on a tiny box on the side of the bracelet. The heat still stayed, but a knife cut through the steamy fog in Julia’s brain. “What’s that?” said Julia.

“Goddess is coming,” said the slave.

Julia stood up. Through the night, she imagined the sound of approaching vehicles, their wheels turning in the gravel of the forest road. “Oh, shit!”

Julia yanked her panties and jeans back up. She didn’t bother buckling the belt. She could definitely hear vehicles coming now for real. And Julia knew, with animal insight, that whoever put the tag on the slave’s—no, the woman’s—ankle, came in them.

The woman sighed, and slid to her knees in the gravel, “Obey Goddess.”

Julia hated that she wanted to drop her panties again and finish what she’d just started. She grabbed the woman under the shoulder, dragging her upright, “Get in the car!”

The woman didn’t resist. Julia grabbed a rear door and bundled her companion into the back seat. She slammed it shut and then jumped into the driver’s seat. The car whined in protest at the key.

“Omigod! Not now!”

The engine started the second time. Julia risked a glance back between the seats. The woman lay arching on her back, one hand flexing gently between her spread thighs, the other dipping wet fingers between her lips. Her eyes were closed and her moan made Julia want to clamber back and join in. Headlights appeared in the rear window. With a half-shriek, Julia floored it.

The car jerked forward, the gravel crackling underneath the wheels as Julia guided it into the center of the road. A glance in the rear mirror told her that she had one pursuer in a car immediately on her tail, while behind it loomed an ominous black van.

“Oh, shit-shit.”

Trees flashed past. Cold spikes running down Julia’s spine as she realized she couldn’t possibly risk a car chase up a gravel road in the middle of the night. She slowed slightly, moving hand over hand on the wheel as the road curved abruptly upwards. Her beams showed a fork ahead. Right or left? She blanked.

Left.

Seconds later, Julia knew she’d gone the wrong way, the road would continue to climb upwards to dead-end where she knew the cabin lay. The car behind her followed at a watchful distance, the van a little farther back. A shuddering moan emanated from the backseat as the naked girl started to cum, “Goddess . . . .”

Julia kept her left hand on the steering wheel, trying to veer away from the wild bushes on either side of the road while her right hand scrabbled in her bag on the passenger seat. She could feel papers, and her draft manuscript and the hard case of her laptop.

“Where is it!?”

Julia’s hand found her cellphone. She yanked it out and grabbed the wheel with her fingers, squealing as the car started to run into the bushes. Branches scratched the paint work and the whole frame shook on the rough ground. She wrenched the wheel. It got back on the road.

The chasers had closed. Julia brought the cellphone to her ear and desperately hit speed-dial with her thumb. It picked up.

“Hello?” said a deep male voice.

Fuck, of course, it had to be Mark’s number.

“Mark! I’m in trouble!”

“Yeah, babe? You, uh, . . . sound tense?”

“Mark! People are following me!”

“Uh-huh.” He sounded distracted. “You miss me, babe?”

“What!? I’m being chased by some peop-EEK!!” Julia gripped the wheel and swerved around a corner, gravel flying in the air as she turned. She got the cellphone back up to her ear again as the hill rose sharply straight ahead.

“God, that’s . . . great,” said Mark in the distance. He sounded like he’d taken the phone from his ear.

“Mark!! I’m serious, I —” Julia thought she heard a giggle in the background. A female giggle. “Oh, you fuck! You’re fucking the bitch right now, aren’t you!”

She thought she heard Mark speaking, but it didn’t matter as blind rage brought the cell down on the dash. And the car spun off the road.

Julia jammed her foot down on the brake, but the rear of the car twisted into the bushes. Branches cracked and leaves smacked off the body. It thumped to a cold stop, jerking Julia forward onto the wheel and knocking the wind out of her. She had a quiet moment of mental clarity noting that she should have put on her seat-belt.

Julia turned and wheezed, “Oh, god, are you okay?”

The woman had been thrown onto the floor behind the front seats. She raised her head and smiled dreamily at Julia, “Yesss.”

The girl pulled back up on the seat and spread her legs wide, bringing her hands up between her thighs. Julia hastily faced forward. The pursuing car had pulled a little in front, trying to block her access back to the road. The van came up behind it and parked, its headlights shining into Julia’s eyes. Julia tried the ignition, the wheels spun, the rear of the car sank. A woman got out of the car on the road.

The voice from the backseat husked, “Goddess comes.”

“We’ll see about that,” said Julia. She opened her door, jamming it through the bush branches, and struggled out onto the patch of scrub grass and mud beside the road. Two figures got out of the van, its lights still blinding Julia. Julia dropped into what she hoped looked like a fight stance, hoping her over-priced gym membership might finally pay off. She shouted, “Stay back or you’ll regret it!”

The woman from the car came closer; Julia’s breath sucked in.

Omigod, she’s beautiful.

Long, braided strands of raven hair fell down over the woman’s shoulders, framing delicate Asian features. She had a white silk shirt, unbuttoned enough for Julia to see the mid-strip of a black lacy bra. It took a physical effort for Julia to tear her eyes away from the lush, olive-skinned valley framed by the lace cups. Julia looked up into the beautiful Asian’s deep, dark eyes and drowned.

The woman stopped, careful to keep out of kicking range. Although Julia had pretty much abandoned that idea. She looked Julia up and down, eyes wide.

“Wow.”

Julia flushed. Wow? She tried to think of something to say. Something ferocious, but non-provocative.

“Is that a capoiera stance? It is, isn’t it?” said the woman. She had a musical voice, but with a whisper of smoke in it that made Julia’s skin tingle.

“Uh, yeah,” said Julia. She frowned as hard as she could, “Don’t come near or I’ll—”

“I’d love to play with you some time,” smiled the woman, dimples popping in her cheeks. “My name is Lin and the young lady . . . ,” she leaned to one side and peered towards Julia’s car in the bushes, “ . . . masturbating in your backseat is my client. I’d like to give her a check to see if she’s alright and then take her back to her guest rooms safely.”

Lin wore tight leather pants tied with red laces up the sides, but had the same sturdy kind of leather hiking boots on as Julia. It made Julia feel absurdly warm to discover that they had that in common. Lin seemed so nice and so . . . okay, incredibly sexy. Julia straightened, this conversation had not taken the direction she anticipated, “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m her mind controller,” said Lin, still smiling. “You’ve probably heard her talking about ‘Goddess’— that would be me.”

Julia’s sense of relief evaporated, “Stay back!”

She took a step backwards and tried to not look at Lin’s eyes. Unfortunately, that meant she had to look at Lin’s breasts instead, and they didn’t seem any less mesmeric. Julia settled on staring at the hollow of Lin’s elegant neck, suppressing a desire to run her tongue across it.

Lin laughed gently, “If I wanted to hypnotize you, I’d hardly announce myself like that. I’m just being honest. The young lady is called Helena, she paid for a custom mind control fantasy provided by myself and my associates.” Lin indicated two other women now flanking her.

“This is Mike.” Mike might have been the biggest, broadest woman Julia had ever seen. With a tight buzzcut, Mike wore biker leathers from head to toe, enormous black gloves on each fist. Mike nodded her head at Julia, “Please ta meet ya.”

“And her girl, Tina.” Tina had page-boy blonde hair, flannel shirt and jeans, and an impish smile to go with her slender frame. She held up a large camera for Julia to see, “Do you mind if I take a few pictures? Helena wanted some shots of herself as a thrall.”

Julia put her hand on her forehead. Mike looked like she could snap her in two, so Julia didn’t see that she had much choice.

“Okay,” said Julia. The fact she’d been so fixated on Lin gave her a chill.

Tina surged past to stand in front of the car bonnet, camera flashing furiously to memorialize Helena, glazed-eyed and drooling, legs spread wide on top of Julia’s seats.

“Let me take a look at the back of the car,” said Mike, and started crashing through the bushes.

That left Julia standing next to Lin.

“Thanks so much, for caring such a great deal about Helena,” said Lin. She gave Julia’s bare arm a quick squeeze just below the tee, the warmth of her fingers lingering there.

“We didn’t imagine anybody would be on this road at this time of night, . . . you see Helena wanted an escape-and-capture fantasy. You know: ‘helpless thrall tries to flee the clutches of her insidious lesbian mind controller, but doesn’t quite manage it.’ That sort of thing. . . . You made it a bit more realistic than we intended.”

A wave of exhaustion passed through Julia, she closed her eyes, head drooping. She rubbed her temples. “Yeah, okay, . . . I guess. . . . I was heading to the cabin up the road to work on my book. I’d found my boyf—.” She stopped herself. “Ex-boyfriend. Cheating on me with a bitch from his office. We had a bad row.”

“Well, he’s a complete idiot then,” said Lin. The feeling in her voice made Julia look up and smile.

“Thanks, I don’t know why I told you that,” said Julia.

“People always tell me everything,” said Lin. Butterflies fluttered in a little dance inside Julia’s stomach.

“Can I speak to Helena?” said Julia.

“Sure,” said Lin. “Mike! How’s it look!?”

Mike shouted from behind Julia’s car boot, “Just needs a push! Should be fine! Ask her to start the car!”

“Oh, what’s your name, please? You didn’t say?” said Lin, as they walked over to the driver’s side of the car.

“Julia. Julia Knight.”

Lin frowned slightly, then her mouth dropped open, “The novelist!?” She clutched Julia’s arm.

“Yeah,” said Julia. She grinned, feeling her cheeks blush with pride.

“Mike?” said Lin, “Remember that book I gave you with the dinner party scene? Julia wrote it!”

Mike’s head appeared from behind the car, “Awesome! That was some seriously kinky shizznit!”

Julia’s cheeks burned for a completely new set of reasons. “The reviewer for the Times called it ‘an unflinching and unashamed exploration of female sexuality,’” said Julia.

“Ya,” nodded Mike, amiably, “Seriously kinky shizznit!” She bent back down to push.

Julia opted to get the car started, rather than debate the point. She tried to ignore Helena’s moaning behind her head. The car moved surprisingly easily out of the bushes and Julia turned it to park on the rough kerb beside Lin’s car and the van. She got out and opened the rear door.

“Uh,” said Julia. Helena lay on her side, one knee raised, the fingers of her left hand playing with her clit, while the right hand pinched her nipples. The girl’s head tilted back against the seat, eyes closed in ecstasy. Tina’s camera flashed over Julia’s shoulder to record the moment for posterity.

“Helena, fembot code: red,” said Lin, leaning in the door. Helena blinked as if startled, and then shot up in the seat.

“Holy crap!” said Helena, she had a naturally breathy, girly voice, like a silver screen star of old. “That was definitely worth the price of admission.” She put her palms down on the shoulders of the front seat, closed her eyes and breathed in through her nostrils. “It’s like a crazy wet dream in my brain I got from somebodyelse.” She turned her head towards the door and her eyes narrowed, “You!”

Julia stepped back as Helena scrabbled up out of the car. The girl’s arms went around Julia’s neck, her tongue seeking the back of Julia’s throat before anybody could stop her. The scent of the oil flooded back through Julia’s body. Julia kissed back, kneading Helena’s ass, opening her thighs for Helena’s leg to press against her pussy. Helena broke the kiss. Julia gasped, wanting more.

“God, that was hot sex!” said Helena, her tongue ran around her lips. “I want more of her, Lin!”

“Helena, fembot code: green,” said Lin. Helena’s arms dropped from Julia’s neck to her side, eyes glazing. She knelt in the gravel before Lin, opening her palms in supplication, “Goddess.”

Julia panted, recovering. Lin bit her lip. Tina raised her camera, then lowered it.

Mike broke the moment by slapping Julia on the back, “Ya fucked Helena! Nice-sssss.”

“Your mind control oil,” mumbled Julia, she looked at Lin, “it made me act gay.”

Lin pursed her lips, “The oil is an aphrodisiac, it’s very intoxicating if you’re not used to it, but it heightens sexuality, it doesn’t change it.”

Julia tried to process that information.

“I’m going to get the thrall in the van,” said Tina, and carefully drew Helena up to her feet.

“Wait,” said Julia. “I can’t let you just take her . . . . I’m sorry, but this is—.”

“Drive back with us,” said Lin, she touched Julia’s elbow. “I love your books, Tina can drive the van, Mike can take my car and I’ll go with you. We can talk.”

Oh, no, that’s a bad idea.

Lin tucked a slender raven braid behind her left ear, and her dimples popped again.

“Okay,” said Julia. The scent of the aphrodisiac oil still clung in the air.

“Ya know, Lin and I re-created yar dinner party scene with a couple of co-eds she hypno’ed,” said Mike, cheerfully.

Lin’s eyes popped at the big woman, her teeth grinding, “Not. Helpful. Mike.” She smiled at Julia, “I’m sorry, just Mike’s sense of humor at work. . . . C’mon everybody, let’s get out of here!”

Julia struggled to think. “I think I’m not safe to drive,” she said.

Lin’s hand stroked the small of Julia’s back, fingers making little, intensely hot circles through the cloth of Julia’s tee.

“We’ll be fine, you drive, I’ll keep you awake,” said Lin. The smoke in Lin’s voice curled in the night air.

Julia nodded, “Alright.” They got in the car and waited while first the van, and then Lin’s car, reversed and headed out.

“Seat-belts on,” said Lin, pulling the strap across her lovely chest. The black strap looked almost sexual, the way it divided the curves of her breasts.

“Yeah,” said Julia. She stopped staring and buckled up. “Sorry, should have thought.”

“Don’t worry,” said Lin, her voice made delicate nails tease along Julia’s spine. “Just listen to me, I’ll keep you awake. Ready to start the engine and pull out?”

“Yes,” said Julia. It seemed easier to just let Lin tell her what to do in that delicious smokey voice. When had Lin begun to sound like that? Something in the back of her mind tried to prod at her about a bad idea, but then Lin spoke again.

“Start the ignition and put her into drive, Julia. I’ll keep you awake, just listen to my voice, and keep your eyes open wide, try to keep aware of the things around you. I’ll keep you awake, okay?”

“Yes,” said Julia. Bad idea. She really couldn’t think what it might be. Julia did what Lin said. The car trundled back down the road.

“Take it slow,” said Lin, her warm voice stroking the back of Julia’s neck. “Slow and steady, driving around here at this time of night you need to stay aware, you need to stay awake. I’m glad I’m here to help you.”

“Yes,” agreed Julia. She thought she could enjoy listening to Lin recite the phone book. God, she’s got a sexy voice. She started to turn her head, wanting to give Lin a quick glance.

“Keep looking front, Julia.” Julia flushed, embarrassed to have risked taking her eyes off the road.

“You have to stay awake and aware. Aware of the road, aware of the trees, aware of the speed. So aware of everything. So awake. It’s such a good thing I’m here isn’t? I think it would be difficult for you to do it without me.”

“Yes,” agreed Julia. She squirmed her hips a little in her seat, the delicious prickling heat in her pussy made her want to squeeze her thighs together. Julia hoped Lin didn’t notice her distraction—she needed to show Lin she could do this. Julia focused on the road ahead, the trees rolling past on either side, highlighted in her beams.

“It’s such a very good thing, I’m here. My voice can tell you all the things you need to be aware of. The sound of the gravel beneath the wheels, the light on the stones ahead, the grip of your hands against the wheel, the gentle vibration of your seat. You’re so aware of all of them now because I told you, isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” agreed Julia. She ran her tongue across her lips, her mouth parted. She felt so grateful to Lin for helping. Her senses felt super-charged, her eyes so wide on the road; her nostrils drinking in the sweet smell of the oil still clinging to her skin; her pert breasts so hot under the cloth of her tee. Her ears so open to Lin’s voice.

“I know you’re so aware now, Julia. I’m so proud. You’re so awake, you’re so aware because of my voice. Listening to it and doing what I tell you, so well. Because you know that you need to do it, you need to do whatever I tell you, because I’m the one who is keeping you so safe and awake, aren’t I?”

“Yes,” agreed Julia. A soft moan started at the back of her throat, she tried to stifle it, but it escaped. Julia shivered. So aware of her thick pink nipples pressing hard up through the cloth of her tee, of the musk of her pussy mingling with the scent of the oil. So ashamed that Lin might start to sense her arousal. So excited that Lin would.

“I’m the one who is keeping you so safe, you know you can trust me. You trust me to keep you safe. And you know that whatever my voice tells you will be so good for you, so safe, will make you so wonderfully aware. Obeying my voice makes you feel so good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” agreed Julia. She didn’t try to stifle the high-pitched, needy whine that rose out of her chest. Instead, she used it to let Lin know just how very much she wanted to obey Lin’s beautiful, sexy, smokey voice.

“Obeying my voice is making your pussy wet. Obeying my voice is making those gorgeous nipples stand up so hard beneath that tee. Obeying my voice makes every one of your senses sing. And you want that so badly, you want to tell me that so badly, because then I’ll know to tell you more things to do. And you’ll obey all of them, won’t you?”

“Yes, I’ll obey all of them,” agreed Julia. She could feel her thoughts bending, opening themselves to Lin; loving it.

“I know it felt so good for you just to say that. And you know I want to make you feel so good. Here’s a little thing that will make you feel even better. Call me: ‘Mistress’,” said Lin.

“Mistress,” said Julia, the new name rolled off her lips, her tongue licking out to savor the taste. She clenched her thighs together, her jeans dark and slick with the juices running from her pussy.

“Good,” said Mistress. The red rear lights of a parked car shone a little way ahead on the left of the road. Julia saw a big figure in biker leathers pulling bushes back to open an entrance to a mud off-road. Mistress commanded, “Turn off here.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Julia mewled to let Mistress know how much she liked saying that. She carefully turned the car into the off-road, recognizing Mike out of the corner of her eye before the dark, muddy road swallowed her focus.

The car splashed and jolted through several sets of shallow puddles, following the wheel tracks winding between the trees. The trees thinned and cleared to let the car emerge into a flat, wide clearing. Julia saw the back of the van appear in her headlights, parked beside the wooden door of what looked like it might be the back of a large farmhouse.

“Park beside the van,” said Mistress. Julia loved hearing the throaty promise of pleasure hiding inside that voice. She stopped the car and waited for Mistress to tell what to do next.

Mistress spoke, a hint of pride in her voice, “The house isn’t much to look at now, Mike and I bought it semi-derelict, but we’re working on that. You’ll see it better in the day. I’m going to fill it with lots of gorgeous, melting girlflesh just like you.”

Mistress leaned in, lips pressing against Julia’s ear, hot breath turning Julia’s mind into a puddle. “Are you ready to be my good, little slave now, Julia?”

Julia shut her eyes and arched up against the fingernails tracing circles on her nipples through the thin cloth of the tee, “Yes, Mistress. Oh, yesss, Mistress.”

“Get out of the car, slave. And drop your jeans, I’m dying to find out if my guess is right.”

Julia nearly fell out of her seat in eagerness. Her jeans hit the tops of her boots and she stood up straight beside the open door, lit from behind by the interior light of the car. The warm night air kissed the tops of her bare thighs. She juiced with anticipation of Mistress’s inspection. Behind her, Julia heard another car driving up and stopping.

Mistress appeared in Julia’s vision, her dark Asian eyes glowing, long, raven braids swaying as she leaned in. Mistress tucked her left hand under her right elbow, bringing her right palm under her chin, tapping her cheek with her index finger in theatrical consideration. Julia tensed for judgment.

“Yup,” said Mistress. “Sensible white cotton. Damn I’m good.”

Julia wanted to die. She’d buy latex panties and slutty thongs and crotchless knickers and . . . .

“I love sensible girls,” said Mistress. She mou’ed a little kiss at Julia.

Julia would buy sensible white cotton panties in bulk. Crates of them. They’d need to order lorries to carry them all.

“You know why?” Mistress lowered her right hand, slowly, oh-so-slowly, and let it slip between Julia’s thighs. Cupping her mound. Squeezing Julia’s molten cunt with exquisite care through the soaking cotton. Julia’s breath rasped like fire in her throat, eyes squeezed shut as she pressed her liquefied cuntflesh against Mistress’s divine touch. “It’s so delicious unwrapping the bad girl inside.”

“I knew ya’d trance her! Ya’re soooo predictable, Lin.”

The divine hand retracted as if scalded. Julia yelped at the loss, feeling the sudden absence of Her touch like a physical blow.

“Kinda busy here, Mike!” Her dark eyes flashed, a muscle twitching on Her cheek.

“Lin, why don’t ya try talking to her? Ya know this is why ya have a hard time having relationships with girls.”

Divinity blinked, Her mouth opening, full lips working in outrage. Mistress—no, Julia’s Goddess—raised a finger in front of Julia’s face, “You—stay right where you are.” Goddess disappeared behind Julia’s back.

“That’s great, Mike! That’s really great! My best friend demonizing my sexuality! And what the hell were you doing telling her about those co-eds!? I don’t need you judging me.”

“Don’t be such a drama queen, Lin. The girl is really into ya, if ya weren’t the mind controller with no gaydar ya might have noticed that. Did ya not notice she fucked Three? Well, she was looking at ya like a fat kid in a pie factory.”

“I!—Hold on,” said Goddess. She manifested once again before Julia.

Julia breathed out, heart leaping, “Goddess.”

Goddess’s fine eyebrows shot up, “Wow, that didn’t take long.”

“Told ya.”

Goddess glanced back over Julia’s shoulder, “Shut up, Mike.”

She looked in Julia’s eyes, “Forget everything you just heard us talking about and don’t listen in to what we’re about to say. Stay right here.”

Goddess disappeared again, leaving Julia wallowing in lonely misery, jeans around her ankles. Voices echoed in her ears, but she didn’t listen in.

After some time, Goddess re-appeared. She had her arms folded and a sour look on her face. Julia wanted to turn Her frown upside down more than anything she ever wanted before.

“So,” said Goddess, running her tongue underneath her top lip, “This is going to be a little different.”

She rolled Her eyes, glancing briefly behind Julia, sighed, pouted, shook Her beautiful head. And then started talking.

Julia felt so aware, so awake, as she rolled the car up beside the van, parking in front of what looked like it might be the back of a large farmhouse.

“And now, relax,” said Lin.

Julia felt the world shift, the colors dimming, a weariness returning to her limbs. She turned to Lin, who smiled at her, cheeks dimpling in a way that made Julia terribly conscious of just how turned on she’d become.

God, I’m so wet. My panties must be see-through.

“How did you like your trance?” said Lin.

“That!? Wha!? . . . You tranced me!? Why would you do that?” said Julia, she tried not to splutter. That felt incredible. She glanced at the dashboard clock. Wow, where did the time go?

“To keep you awake and help you get here safely,” said Lin, she pointed out the window of the car. “I hope you don’t mind . . . I just like to be helpful.” Lin opened her hands palm up to Julia.

Julia tried not to think what it would be like to have those hands running across her body. She shook her head, “It’s okay. I guess . . . I guess you’re not really what I expected from a mind controller.”

“Oh?” said Lin, she cocked her head to one side. The pink tip of her tongue flirted between her teeth for a second, “What did you expect?”

“Well,” said Julia, flushing, “Deception, lies, trying to sneak up on me and take over my mind, that’s what everybody says . . . .”

Lin’s eyes furrowed, her head nodding, “Yeah, that’s right. Mmhmm, those SoCal bitches give the rest of us a bad name. Pfft!” Lin’s wrist flicked in the air, “L.A. is so fucked up with the compe-uh . . . compe-pe-licated things that they do down there. Don’t get me started on San Diego.” She sighed, “That’s why Mike and I set up shop here.”

Julia wondered what it would be like to kiss Lin’s full lips. Lin spoke, with a hint of pride in her voice, “The house isn’t much to look at now, Mike and I bought it semi-derelict, but we’re working on that. You’ll see it better in the day. I’m going to fill it with . . . clients, lots of clients. There’s a gap in the market for custom mind control fantasies tailored to women of means and taste.”

“That’s great,” said Julia, smiling. Such a go-getter. A very, very sexy go-getter.

Lin beamed, “Really?” She licked her lips, and folded her hands together. Lin’s fingers twitched, “Tina will have taken Helena inside, but before we go in, I’d like to ask you something personal if I may?”

Julia’s brow furrowed, “Sure, go ahead.”

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

Julia choked, “What? Uh . . . Wow. Um. That’s, ah, direct.”

“Yes,” said Lin. “I am. Direct.” She waved her hands around, “Honest. Open. Trustworthy. All that stuff.” Lin looked out the window and bit her lip. Julia wanted to suck on it.

“Yes.”

“Huh?” Lin’s eyes bulged.

“Yes. I want to have sex with you. This has been the strangest night of my life, Lin. I caught my boyfriend cheating, ditched him, found a naked hypno-slave, had sex with her because of some stinky oil, got into a car chase, crashed, got tranced, and now a mind controller is asking polite permission to have sex with me. . . . Fuck it, let’s do it.”

“Hah!” Lin bounced in the seat, she put her hands up to her mouth. “Oh, god, I owe Mike fifty bucks.”

“You what?”

“Nothing,” said Lin, “In-joke between me and Mike. Alright, all cards on the table.”

Lin turned to face Julia, her eyes hooding, becoming deep whirlpools of shadow.

“Julia if we do this. I’m going to take away your free will, I’m going to make you do every hot and nasty thing I can think of—and omigod, I really want to do a lot of things to you right now —, whether they’re things you’d want to do or not, and I’ll make you love it.”

Julia’s stomach hollowed, her throat dry, “I’ll take the risk. I trust you, Lin.”

Lin blinked. Swallowing, Lin sat back in her seat.

“Maybe, you shouldn’t.”

Julia stared. What!? No way.

“Heh,” Julia placed her hand on Lin’s leather-clad thigh, loving the feel of the lean muscles underneath.

Lin went very still.

Julia walked her fingers up Lin’s leg, “You know, I’m a little disappointed. I’d have thought a big, bad mind controller like you would jump at the chance.” Julia undid her seat-belt buckle and leaned in, walking her fingers up Lin’s silk shirt.

Lin watched; so perfectly, utterly still. It made Julia ignite.

“I know what you are, you told me what you want to do, and I’ve told you I still want it,” said Julia.

Julia looked up into Lin’s impassive face. Only Lin’s deep black eyes moved; they flicked down to Julia’s hand, now pressing flat on Lin’s stomach, then up to Julia’s lips. Julia started to go for the kiss she wanted so badly.

“So, Ms. Mind Controller, when are you gonna start to hyp —.”

Her eyes rolled white and she fell back into her seat, knowledge of her trigger word already stripped from her mind.

Four shivered with need, the air filled with the heady scent of her arousal trickling down her thighs. The small octagonal room had full-length mirrors on the walls, letting Four see how glaze-eyed and helpless she looked standing naked, while Goddess placed Her symbols of ownership on her skin. Her bush had been trimmed by Goddess into a lewd ‘V’ pointing at Four’s melting cunt.

“Shhh, stand still a little longer, pet,” said Goddess. The needle gun buzzed again against Four’s left hip. Her long, raven braids spilling down her back, Goddess squatted on her haunches beside Four’s left thigh, clad in nothing but a pair of thigh-high shiny black boots.

Four stood tall, her elbows up in the air, hands folding behind her head, her blonde hair slicked down, with the wonderful oil seeping into her skull. She watched the delightful dimples of Venus flexing just above the twin curves of Goddess’s divine ass in the mirror. Four wanted to part those curves and worship there with her tongue.

A shadow of sense-memory played across her lips. Four had a sudden intimation that she had already worshiped Goddess’s ass, and had not been permitted the memory beyond the ghost-taste on her mouth.

“Ohhh, Goddess,” Four moaned at how completely Goddess owned her. Muscles in her stomach crunched as her body flexed in a phantom cum; another thing Goddess denied Four unless permitted. It sent Four’s arousal ever higher.

“Shhhh. . . . There all done,” said Goddess. She picked up a white cotton swab and wiped it across the tattoo. A brief whiff of swabbing alcohol reached Four’s nostrils, but the sight of Goddess rising, Her hard nipples brushing against Four’s side made all other thought flee.

“Look, pet,” said Goddess. Her fingers, reflected in the mirrors, traced around the black Chinese symbols on Four’s left hip, “This says that you are “Property of Beautiful Jade.’”

“Yes, Goddess,” sighed Four. Her property. Feels soooo good.

Beautiful Jade turned with an easy grace, padding as if She had all the time in the world, to a small black chest against the mirrored wall behind Four. Four moaned softly, watching the muscles flexing in Her divine ass, mouth dry at the sight of Beautiful Jade’s glorious, glistening pink pussy as She bent to retrieve items from the chest.

“Cum,” said Goddess, without turning her head.

Four screamed. Her hips jerked spasmodically, big breasts jiggling as pent-up tension released on command. Her hands never left their place behind her head, but her fingers curled and extended in reflex.

Goddess turned back. She dropped a green pillow onto the floor next to Four’s feet, then raised a coil of rope in both hands. It glistened with an oily sheen that made Four’s ragged breath catch.

“You’ve come so far already, Four,” said Beautiful Jade. “So far, so fast, but now I’m going to take you even deeper.”

“Yes, Goddess,” said Four. She juiced with her eagerness to submit. To lose herself in surrender to Beautiful Jade.

Rope coiled under and around Four’s breasts, squeezing their soft flesh. The bite of the rope sharpening the pleasure as Beautiful Jade teased and abused Four’s thick pink nipples.

“Close your eyes,” said Beautiful Jade. Four obeyed as if the thought had been her own. “See yourself, standing naked before your Goddess. Breasts bound, hands behind your head, offering them for me to abuse. Because you want that. You love the feel of my rope binding your breasts, of my nails digging into this weak flesh. You love your weakness, don’t you, Four?”

“Yes, Goddess.”

“I know. But the flesh is just the clothing for our mind. And that’s where the real submission occurs, that’s where these ropes really bind. You can see them in your head, can’t you, pet? Now feel them, feel them wrapping around your mind, binding every thought, feeling the knots rub and tease each idea away till I’m the only thought left in that empty head.”

Four’s mouth slackened, a line of drool forming at the corner her lips. She felt the ball-gag being pressed into her mouth, straps being fastened around the back of her head. She shifted her hands at command, dropping them to hang obediently by her sides.

“Open eyes now,” said Beautiful Jade.

An empty-headed thrall looked back out of the mirror at Four. Glistening black rope bound her breasts, pressing them up and out towards the glass of the mirror. A red ball-gag filled her mouth, her vacant eyes staring out over the black straps of the gag that ran across her cheeks and up between her eyes over her forehead. Her hands hung limply at her sides waiting for her Goddess to command them. Her cunt juiced helplessly.

Beautiful Jade held up a string of six balls, each one of which shone with an oily coating. “These are your next step, pet. These will fill a new space in your mind. Will you like that?”

Four stared into the mirror, waiting to be told whether or not she would like it by her Goddess.

Beautiful Jade’s lips cracked in a shining smile, “Oh, god, Julia, you’re so fucking hot.”

The name meant nothing to Four.

Goddess breathed in Four’s left ear, “On your knees, place your head on the pillow, pet. Ass up high.”

Four instantly complied.

“Relax, pet,” said Beautiful Jade. Four obeyed, feeling the first bead pressing between the curves of her ass. A moment of sharp, primal fear and then a wave of submissive heat as the bead pushed inside. She moaned, a puddle of drool escaping onto her pillow, as the second bead followed the first.

“Filling your mind. Squeezing away all those useless thoughts that stop you giving in to the pleasure”

The words filtered into Four’s mind now, slipping into the new space there that the beads filled. Pushing out the thoughts, the shattered remnants and flotsam of personality that still remained in the thrall’s head. The third bead, slightly bigger than the the first two, made the thrall whine, then the voice in her head told her to relax and it went in.

“So crazy, fucking hot, Julia. Going out of my fucking mind,” muttered Beautiful Jade.

The final tiny part of the thrall’s mind twinged with jealousy that this Julia made Goddess sound so . . . . The fourth bead pressed in and the thrall ceased.

The happy cuntflesh wriggled eagerly to accept the fifth and sixth invaders, nothing more in its world than the smell of sex and feeling of heat filling it. A hard, dripping rod teased the entrance to the cuntflesh’s core and then entered.

Filled in every orifice, it convulsed as words of command told it to let the sex-pleasure wound up inside loose. And just as the black spots started to appear before its eyes, the Divinity fucking it showed Her sweet, delirious cuntflesh that She had not yet exhausted Her power to bring it pleasure. As each rich cum rolled luxuriously through its body, the Divinity slowly began to pull each bead out . . . .

Julia woke. Fresh, silk sheets pressed against her naked body and the sound of a bird singing filtered into her ears. She opened her eyes.

She lay in a wide, wooden double-bed, in a converted attic, an open window to her right letting the bird song in. A large dresser and table stood on her left and a music stand with sheet music and a violin case beside it, stood in one corner. Julia pulled herself up onto her elbows and noted a bookcase underneath the attic window. She saw her own name on a couple of spines and flushed happily.

The other pillow in the bed had the depression of a head left in it.

She slept here with me.

Julia spread her hand out. Still warm.

Julia sat up, back against the big, wooden bed-head and pulled the sheet down to look at her left hip. Black Chinese sigils tattooed on it.

Julia’s tongue licked her lips, “I am the Property of Beautiful Jade.” She owns me. God, I’m so hot just thinking about it. She loved saying it out loud.

She settled back, spreading her legs, closing her eyes while one hand drifted between her thighs, the other tugging on one hard nipple. “I am the Property of Beautiful Jade.”

The door to the room creaked and Julia sat up quick.

Lin appeared, carrying a tray with tiny silver legs, a silver tray top covering the contents. Lin wore low-slung white sweat pants and a slightly too small white tee that caused her nipples to tent-pole the cloth in a way that made Julia feel hot and sweaty. Lin’s raven braids hung loose around her shoulders.

“Good morning, Mistress,” said Julia.

Lin beamed, “Good morning, Julia.” Julia suppressed a pout. Not the word that she’d wanted Lin to use. “I brought you breakfast,” said Lin. She set the tray over Julia’s thighs, sitting herself on the edge of the bed, one hand draped easily on Julia’s legs.

“Oh, thanks so mu. . . . Wait. Shouldn’t I be the one bringing you breakfast?”

Lin shrugged, “I can bring you breakfast in bed if I want. Slave.”

Oooo, yes, that’s the right word. Julia’s hips squirmed.

Lin didn’t miss it, her smile broadening, “You need to eat. I got a little caught up in the moment and it’s, uh, been a wild couple of days.”

“Days!? But my publisher . . . .”

“Yeah, don’t worry, you spoke to him. Although it’s a good thing he didn’t know what I was doing to you while you talked.”

Julia blushed. “I wish I knew.”

“You can if you want. I can open that memory for you.” Lin pulled the top off the tray and set it on the floor. Julia breathed in a delicious mix of bacon, waffles, syrup, sausages, toast and eggs. Lin continued, “Um. Mike fixed up a room for you to write in, uh, if you’d like to stay here instead of that cabin. I’d really love it if you did.”

“I have a choice? You really aren’t like other mind controllers, are you?”

Lin shook her head, “No, I am exactly like them. But you aren’t just like any other slave.”

Julia watched as Lin brushed back raven braids with one hand. Julia laughed, “I’d love to, you know I’d love to.”

“Yeah,” smiled Lin. “This is going to be great.”

Mistress leaned over the breakfast tray to give Julia the kiss that she’d been wanting.