The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It was weird, Jane thought. There really were two hers. There was the her that was married to her husband Rick and there was the her that was the property of the one who was her master.

God, that felt so hot to think like that. It felt so hot to tell herself she had a master and almost as soon as she told herself that, Jane almost immediately stopped thinking of herself as Jane. Whenever she reminded herself that she had a master, she remembered that the only name that had any real meaning to her was Slave.

Slave was a good name for her. It reminded her of who she was and reminded her of what she wasn’t. Slave was a generic name, a name without identity. Jane was a name that had identity. When she was Jane, she could be distinguished from others simply by her name but Slave was generic. It described what she was and it described what she wasn’t. She was a slut and she was a slave but she most certainly didn’t deserve a real name because Slave was good enough for someone like her.

Slave couldn’t help but moan when she had thoughts like that. It always made her pussy wet to remind herself of who she was but then that was because she wasn’t just a slave. That was because she was also a slut.

Her fingers couldn’t help but rub her pussy as she thought these things. Back and forth her fingers went as they slipped between her lips. Back and forth her fingers went as they pressed up against her clit. She couldn’t help but moan again as she stroked herself. It just felt so right to do what she was doing and what made it all the better was that her master was there watching her do it.

He liked what she was doing but then of course he liked what she was doing. After all, he was the one who’d told her to do it, but really, that wasn’t why he liked what she was doing. He liked it because she was doing such a good job.

And fuck, he had his cock out and he was stroking it even as Slave stroked her pussy. Fuck, he was big. Some guys, when they stroked their cocks, it was a bit of a disappointment because the cock just sort of disappeared in the man’s hand, but when Master stroked his cock with his big hands, there was still plenty of cock left around. There was no way Master’s cock wasn’t going to disappear.

Of course, that wasn’t why he was her Master but sometimes, Jane almost wished it was, that he could have used his big, fat cock to train her pussy into submission. She couldn’t help but rub herself even harder when she had thoughts like that. God she loved that.

“That’s it,” Master told her. “Keep going.”

She was almost there. She was almost about to cum.

“Keep going,” Master told her.

She couldn’t help it. She moaned as her fingers finally pushed her over the edge.

“There now. How was that?”

“It was good, Master. Thank you for letting me cum.”

“It was my pleasure,” her master said. “Now I think you know what you need to do with this.”

Indeed she did. Slave couldn’t wait to fall to her knees and then she was taking Master’s big, wonderful cock into her hungry, little mouth. This was what it was all about, Slave told herself. Nothing else mattered beyond the pleasure that she could give to her master.

Up and down her mouth went as she pleasured that cock. Service was everything. Service came from obedience and from obedience came ...

Her master groaned as his cock flooded her mouth.

Mmm yes. From obedience came pleasure, Slave thought.

“Oh yes,” her master groaned and again his cock surged inside her mouth.

From obedience came pleasure, Slave thought.

“You’ve done well,” her master said and Slave preened at the compliment. “You’ve done well,” her master said, “but now it’s time to move to the next level.”

The next level. Certainly. She could do that.

“It’s time for us to find you a friend.”

What?!

“We are going to find you a friend, someone who can service me just as you now do, and then you will teach her what she needs to know.”

Slave was confused. Hadn’t she done a good enough job. Hadn’t she done exactly what her master wanted her to do? What more could she have done, and if there wasn’t anything more she could have done, why was her master doing this to her?

But then really, did it really matter why he was doing this to her and Slave realized that it didn’t. All that mattered was that this was what her master wanted her to do.

“Are there any questions?” her master asked.

“Wh-where am we supposed to find this friend,” Slave stammered.

“How the hell should I know? Do you think I would think like a slave? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

Slave cringed. When he put it that way, she knew how right he was. Actually, she always knew he was right but when he put it that way, she knew he was even more right. It was wrong of her to think that way. It was wrong to even hint that her Master might for even one moment think like a slave. It was ludicrous really, and it was dangerous as well. She could have been punished for being as impudent as all that.

But fortunately for her, her master was merciful. “What are you doing standing around here,” her master growled. “I told you to go find a friend so get the hell out of here and don’t come back until you’ve got one.”

Slave went, not because she wanted to, but because she’d been ordered to and even as she left her master’s presence, one thought kept going through her mind. Where was she going to find her new friend and how was she going to bring this most fortunate of women back in front of her master.

Megan loved the way the red dress looked on her. Even back before she had tits, it would never have looked loose on her but now that she had tits, well now, now she filled the dress out so nicely and her tits were so on display that it was incredible.

She’d heard about the Voodoo Lounge but she’d never managed to get herself down here but her tits had gotten her a date and her date had gladly driven her wherever she and her tits wanted to go and if this one night was any indication, the Voodoo Lounge was everything she’d heard about it and more.

From the background, Megan was being watched although she was completely unaware of the fact but Slave had seen her almost from the moment she’d entered the club. Her master liked big tits and it was one of her biggest regrets that she lacked tits of a suitable size to please her master but the girl in the red dress ?. she was perfect and once Slave had decided that, she knew she just had to have her.

But wanting and getting weren’t exactly the same thing but Jane just knew. Her master would want this woman with her big tits. It really was all she had to know so Jane watched and waited and she bided her time and she knew with absolute certainty that she would not fail her master.

Megan ...

“What the—”

“There, there, now. Let the drug take effect.”

“You bitch,” Megan roared or at least she tried to roar. She thought maybe she’d roared but she wasn’t sure.

“I’m sorry,” Jane said.

“Not yet but you will be,” Megan said and yet even as she said it, she knew there was a decided lak of energy in her voice. Why was that?

“I’m sorry,” Jane said again, “but I had to do it. It’s for my master.”

It’s for your what?

“You need to come with me.”

I need to what? No, this was wrong, Megan told herself and yet when the other woman slid an arm around her waist, she felt herself lean against the woman.

No, she whimpered. No.

She was being led out of the restroom now. She should say something. She should do something.

“Shh now. Don’t say a word. You just let me do all the talking.”

She’d just let the other woman do all the talking, Megan decided. No wait ... that was ... that was ... what was that?

The other woman was leading her out of the club but Megan barely noticed it. The other women was leading her up to valet parking and then the other woman was giving her ticket to the valet guy. “Yes,” she was saying, “my friend’s had too much to drink.”

No, she hadn’t, Megan thought. She wasn’t drunk. She was drugged and yet it was just so much easier to let the other girl do all the talking.

“I’m just going to get her home and let her sleep it off.”

The last thing Megan remembered enforce she passed out was the valet helping her into the passenger’s seat and the man staring down at her tits even as he pulled the seat belt taut across her body.

When she did finally wake up, Megan found that she was naked and bound spread eagle to a giant wooden X. There was a man there sitting in an easy chair. He was a Black man and like her, he was naked, too, and kneeling at his feet was the woman, the one who’d picked her up at the club. “It’s about time you woke up,” the Black man said.

“Where am I?”

“You’re in my house. You are my guest.”

Megan looked down at herself and then she glared back at the Black man.

The Black man just laughed. “A necessary evil,” he said. “Some houseguests just don’t know how to behave so one has to take precautions but I have the feeling that you’ll figure things out quickly enough on your own and after that, restraints won’t be needed anymore.”

“Yeah right.”

“Are you telling me that you would to stay where you now are,” the man asked, “because if that’s what you are telling me, I’m urge that could be arranged.”

“No,” she said hastily.

The man chuckled and Megan realized that she’d been toying ith her. “What’s your name?” he asked.

“Fuck you,” Megan spat out and in the next instant, she was crying out in pain. “What the fuck!”

The Black man nodded. “That’s the collar. Some people come to me willingly,” and here he nodded at the adoring Jane. “Others such as yourself need a little more ... persuasion. Correct actions are rewarded. Incorrect actions are punished. You’ll learn soon enough that its better to be correct than incorrect.”

“Fuck you,” Megan spat out again and once again, the collar jolted its wearer.

“Should we try again? What’s your name?”

“Megan,” was the sullen answer and yet once more, the collar jolted her. “Hey!” Megan cried out.

“That was an incorrect answer. Tell me again. What’s your name?”

“Megan,” and once more, the collar jolted her. “Hey, stop that.”

“Only you can stop it. You stop it by giving the correct answer. What’s your name again?”

Ha. Like. She was stupid enough to answer that, Megan thought but when she didn’t answer, the collar jotted her again. “Hey!”

“There is the correct answer and there is everything else. Everything else is incorrect.”

The man nodded at the woman kneeling beside her. “Tell her,” he said.

“Our names are Slave.”

“Yeah right,” mega snorted. “Like I’m going to call myself that,” but no sooner had she said that than the collar jolted her again.

“What’s your name?” the man asked.

“Megan.” The collar jolted her.

“What’s your name?”

“Megan.” Again, the collar punished her.

“What’s your name?”

Megan gritted her teeth. She so didn’t want to give into this man but she didn’t want to be punished again either. Still, she didn’t want to say it, but still ...

“Slave.”

Megan couldn’t help but gasp at the pleasure that was now surging through her body.

“You see now the advantages of making the correct choice.”

Megan nodded until she realized what it was she’d been agreeing with and then she scowled at herself. What the hell was she thinking?

“I think we’ll let you think about that,” the Black man said and with that, he got up and he and his slave left the room, turning off the lights as they went and leaving Megan in the dark.

“You come back here,” Megan raged and her arms pulled against the restraints. “Come back here,” she roared again. “Don’t leave me here like this,” her voice now said with just a hint of pleading in it and then her voice was angry again. “I’ll get you,” she yelled out to no one in particular. “I’ll get you so help me God.”

It’s hard to tell how much time has passed when you’re alone in the dark or at least that was the way Megan saw it. She knew they’d left her here and she knew one time had passed but for the life of er, she ad no idea how much time had passed. All she really knew was that she was alone in the dark.

So perhaps it’s understandable that Megan had no idea how long it had been when she heard the noise in the dark. “Who’s that?” Megan called out. “Who’s there?”

“It’s me,” a timid female voice called out.

Fuck. It was her. It was the bitch who’d got her here in the first place. “You know, you’ve got a lot of nerve coming back around here like this.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, we’ll if you’re so sorry, why don’t you let me go?”

“I can’t,” said the voice in the dark.

“Then why are you here?”

The other woman didn’t answer right away. “Do you know why I chose you,” she said finally.

“What?”

“Do you know why I chose you to be my friend?”

Megan snorted at that. “I am so not your friend.”

“Yeah, but do you know why I chose you?”

“No. Why did you choose me?”

“It was because of your tits. They’re so big and beautiful. I just knew our master would love them.”

Megan might have tried to be mad but the truth was she opulent be. She just loved her new tits too much to ever be resentful of them and if her new tits had been the reason for her being here, that wasn’t the fault of her new tits. If anything, it showed that even if these guys were ass holes, they at least had good taste because they liked her tits.

“The only thing is I didn’t realize just how much I was going to like them, too.”

“Fuck you,” Megan said weekly but the other woman didn’t answer and then that was when Megan felt it, the feel of a hand on her tits and then it wasn’t just a hand. Someone was sucking on her nipples and in spite of herself, Megan loved it.

Slave yawned and stretched in the bed as the light of a new day dawned. When she was here with her master as she now was, Slave rarely ever thought of herself as Jane and why should she. After all, Slave was good enough.

Something was different, Slave thought. She wasn’t sure what it was at first. In fact, whatever it was was extremely butler nd yet Slave was sure that something was different.

When she finally figured out hat was different, she barely dared believe it. She had to be imagining things, he told herself. T couldn’t possibly be that and yet ...

And yet, it had to be. Her tits were bigger.

It wasn’t like they were a lot bigger. They certainly weren’t as big as the other girl’s tits were but they were bigger. How the hell had that happened?

Just about that time, a man groaned and suddenly Slave forgot all about her tits. Her Master was waking up and that meant he would be wanting her to service his cock and Slave knew she couldn’t wait to do that. In fact, already her hand was moving. Already, her hand was wrapping itself around her Master’s big, black cock. Already, she was squeezing that cock and then stroking it before her Master was fully awake. Her tits could wait. Right now, she had a cock to service.

That was the very same thing that Megan was trying not to think about some time later. The Black man was back again and with him was the slut who’d fondled her tits and all the man wanted from her was for her to kneel and pay homage to his cock.

Well the hell with that, Megan told herself. She wasn’t going to do it. The only thing was the more she resisted, the more intense the pain from her collar was.

“It must be excruciating,” the man was telling her.

“What?” Mega said through gritted teeth.

“The pain,” the man said. “It must be excruciating but then it’s or your own good.”

“For my own good. Ha,” Megan said through gritted teeth.

“But it is,” the man taunted her. “It’s for your own good.”

“How is this for my own good?”

“It’s teaching you.”

“Yeh? What’s it teaching me?”

“It’s teaching you that it’s better to give in and submit.”

“Never.”

“All right then. Have it your way but if you do what I say, you can have the pleasure instead of the pain. You do want the pleasure, don’t you?”

In spite of herself, Megan had to admit that the pleasure would be better than the pain.

“Never,” Megan whimpered.

“Suit yourself but the pain will go on and on if you don’t.”

No.

“All you have to do is to submit. All you have to do is to get down on your knees.”

No, she told herself and yet even as she was telling herself that, she could feel herself dropping to her knees and as soon as that happened, the pain was replaced by pleasure.

“I’ve got something for you.”

She could see what he had for her. It was there in front of her and it was so big and she had the feeling that if she didn’t take what was offered t her, the pain would start again and at that moment, she knew she just count take the pain anymore.

“Hold on,” the man said. “What are you doing?”

Megan looked confused. “I was going to suck your cock.”

“That’s rather impetuous of you, don’t you think?”

“I don’t understand.”

“I think what you meant to say was that you were going to ask me if you old suck my cock.”

What? No, and yet even as she thought it, ther was another tremor of pain. No. She couldn’t take that again. No.

“Well?”

Megan paused before she said it but she already knew what she was going to do. “Can I suck your cock?”

“Is that the best you can do?”

“What?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t let you have my cock after all,” the man said and that pronouncement was met with another wave of pain.

“No,” Megan said. “No, please.”

“If you want to suck my cock, you’re going to have to ask me nicer.”

It only took Megan a second or two to figure out what he was hinting at. “Can I suck your cock ... please?”

“That’s better but still not good enough.”

What? What more did she have to do before he’d let her suck his cock?

“Who am I?” he asked.

Megan shrugged.

“I’ll give you a hint. Who are you?”

“Megan?”

More pain.

“That was an incorrect answer. Should we try that again? Who are you?”

This time, she remembered. “Slave,” she answered.

Pleasure. Fuck, next to the pain that she’d been forced to feel just moments before, it felt even better.

“That’s right. So who am I?”

“Master?”

“There you go. When you know the answer, don’t be afraid to say it. Now put it all together. What do you want?”

She now knew what he wanted.

“Can I—”

“May I.”

“May I suck your cock please, Master?”

“Yes, you may.”

Megan didn’t have to be told twice as she grabbed that big, black cock and after a few warm-up strokes, she threw her mouth onto that cock.

Oh fuck, that was good. Pleasure and more pleasure as she sucked that cock. Fuck, that was good. Compared to the pain, the pleasure was exquisite.

“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “Oh each. That’s it. Suck my cock.”

She was, Megan wanted to say but if she had, that would have meant she would have had to stop what she was doing.

“Fuck,” the man groaned.

That was the only warning that Megan got and then he was cumming and he just kept on cumming in her cock sucking mouth.

“Fuck that was good,” the man told her, “but then I knew you would be,” and with that, he turned and left with his other slave leaving Megan once more alone in the dark.

It was some time later when the other girl returned. The lights were harsh when the other girl turned them on and Megan couldn’t help but blink as her eyes tried to adjust to them. “Our master said you’ve earned the right to sleep in a bed tonight.”

Finally, Megan thought as she was released from the bindings that had kept her chained to the wall for far too long now. She had a momentary thought of trying to flee or maybe to overpower the other girl, but she had little doubt that any such attempt would quickly result in punishment of the most severe kind, the same type of punishment that she’d felt when she tried to remove the collar earlier. No, the best course of action seemed to be to acquiesce.

She let the other girl lead her to a room and then to a bed. It was little more than that. It was just a room with a bed but that was good enough for Megan as she gratefully climbed into bed.

Until it happened, she didn’t realize that the other girl was going to join her.

“I love your tits,” the other girl said as she pressed her body against Megan’s and then her hand was stroking Megan’s well-endowed breasts. “I love them a lot.”

Ordinarily, she might have balked at another girl doing that to her but there was just something so soothing about the way the other girls hand felt as it stroked her breast.

“I love them a lot,” Jane cooed again. “They’re so big and firm and wonderful.”

“Mm hmm,” Megan murmured. It was nice actually. It was nice having this girl stroke her breasts.

“I love your tits.”

By the time the next morning arrived, Jane had once more moved back to her master’s bed and with the dawning of the new day, she was finding that her breasts were now nearly as impressive as Megan’s.

And what was even better was that her master seemed to have noticed as well. He’d grabbed one of her tits in one of his big, meaty hands and he’d given her breast a squeeze and a shake before Slave was sure she saw the man nod in approval but then he said something that made Slave’s blood run cold. “Go get the other one and bring her here.”

“You want me to bring her here?”

“Didn’t I just say that?”

Slave gulped at the implied rebuke. She hadn’t meant to sound critical. It was just that up until now, she’d been the only one to share Master’s bed with him. If Master wanted to go play with the other girl in th play room, that was fine with her. Master, after all, could do whatever Master wanted but that didn’t mean she had to like it. Well, even that wast true either. If Master wanted her and the other girl to switch places, if he wanted her in his bed and if it was her lot to be bound to the wall like the other girl was, she’d gladly do it because that was hat Master wanted.

So Slave went to get the other girl. “Our master wants to see you,” she said.

Megan couldn’t help but feel a surge of pleasure at the news. She wasn’t urge if the pleasure was self-induced or if the collar had made her feel it but then did it really matter why she felt it? No, what really mattered, the only thing actually that mattered really, was that her master wanted to see her. “Let’s go,” she said and once more, she felt a surge of pleasure.

Her master was naked again just as he’d been every other time that she’d seen him and Megan couldn’t help but marvel at his physique. He was so muscular. Was it any wonder that he kept a body like his in its perfect, natural state.

Another burst of pleasure.

Not that she wouldn’t have minded seeing him dressed maybe in a suit and her in a slinky dress hanging off his arm. Her being eye candy for everyone else to see. They could look but not touch. Only the master could touch her and if that did happen, she’d hope that he would. After the night was over when the two of them were naked again, he could do whatever he wanted with her.

More pleasure.

“Ah, here you are,” her master observed. “It’s about time.”

“I’m sorry, Master,” she said although she was unsure about how she could have gotten to him any faster. Still, if he was displeased with her, that had to be her fault.

But the an just waved it away. “It’s no matter. You’re ere now but first, tell me who you are.”

Megan. That was what she wanted to say. It was what she knew she should say but something stopped her. She knew what the other choice was. She didn’t want to say that. Well, sh shouldn’t say that. Well maybe she did want to say it just a little. It would please her master if she admitted to it and she did so want to please her master. I’m fact, that really was the only thing that did matter. Of course she wanted to please her master and that meant of course she wanted to say it. “My name is Slave,” she blurted out.

“Excellent and who am I?”

“You’re my master.”

“Good, Slave,” and Megan couldn’t help but preen at the compliment.

“What do you think of my other slave’s tits?”

Slave Megan looked over at Slave Jane. “They’re nice,” she grudgingly admitted.

“But they’re not as good as yours. That’s what you mean, isn’t it?”

“No, Master. They’re not as good as mine.”

“Perhaps you need a closer look, just to make sure.”

Megan didn’t feel she needed a closer look but nonetheless she found herself being directed to straddle the other woman’s body but instead of looking at her tits, she found herself pressing her tits up against the other woman’s body.

“That’s it,” her master told her. “You two just press your tits together.”

Well if that was what he wanted, Megan thought, she could certainly do that and besides, as much as she loved her new tits, Megan couldn’t help but be pleased with the thought that her tits were going to be at the center of everyone’s attention.

Well, they were going to be right up until the moment when she felt her master’s cock press up against her pussy. Oh fuck, that was big, she thought. Almost too big and then ...

Oh fuck, he was entering her.

No, that wasn’t right. It was more than that. He was using her. He was using her pussy for his pleasure. That was more like it. Oh fuck. She wanted him to use her pussy.

She looked down at Jane. Jane was trying to feel up her tits and that was hot, too. God, she liked having someone feel up her tits. She leaned down and she kissed the other woman. It didn’t get any better than that. Someone to feel up your tits and a big, hard cock using your pussy the way it was meant to be used.

“Oh yeah,” the man groaned and that’s when Megan felt it, the surge between her legs and her pussy clamping down on the cock buried deep inside her.

Oh yeah. It didn’t get any better than that.

The next morning when Slave Jane woke up, Slave Megan was still there with her and her master. Gently, she gave the girl a shake and then she gave the girl another.

Megan finally opened her eyes. “Huh?” she asked blearily.

“I’m going to let you go,” Jane whspered.

“Yeah, and what do you think our master will say to that?”

“You let me worry about that, okay?”

Megan couldn’t help herself. She knew that she’d been kidnapped and she knew that that was wrong and yet now there was that other part that just wanted to please him so much, that virtually lived for his approval and that welcomed it every time he used her body. She couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of that. She did love that.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you want to go?”

“I ... I don’t know. I would have thought so before but now ...”

“I totally understand but you don’t belong here.”

Oh and like you do, Megan wanted to shoot back. I’m just as worthy as to be our master’s slave as you are.

But Jane seemed to understand. “I chose this,” she said. “I wanted to be here. You have a life outside of our master’s house but this IS my life. He might be our master now. But he was always my master before.”

“Yeah and what’s he going to say if he finds out you let me go?”

“You let me worry about that. We both know that if he wants to punish me, then not only is that his prerogative, but we both know that I will have earned whatever he wants to do to me.”

“I still don’t know.”

“Please ... please just go. Go now. You might never get this chance again.”

Megan hesitated for a moment but it was only for a moment. She knew her cohort was right. It was still hard to think of Jane as a friend because they’d been in competition for their master’s attention for long enough already for her to ever think of her like that.

But Jane was right. She did have a life outside if only she were willing to resume it.

“Come on,” Jane urged. “We’ve got to go. We’ve got to go now.”

Megan let herself be led and then she was led to a gate and then she was out on the street. This was the first time, she realized. This was the first time since she’d been taken that she was truly free again but she was free and with that, she began to slowly move, almost as if she were slowly testing out just what it meant to be free.

Jane returned to her master. “Is she gone?” Her Master asked.

“She is.”

“Good. I’m glad that’s over and done with. Too many bitches can be a pain in the ass, you know.”

Jane nodded. He could say whatever he wanted as long as she was one of his bitches.

“How are your new tits?”

“They’re fine, Master.”

The man grabbed one of Jane’s full, firm tits. Where her breasts had been smaller before, even with her Master’s big, muscular hands, Jane’s new breasts now had the mass to stand up to his hands. “Oh, I think they’re more than fine,” her master said, “but perhaps we ought to make sure. Kneel down, Slave.”

He didn’t have to tell her twice. Jane was happy to kneel down before her master.

“Take my cock out.”

Again, another easy order. Jane loved taking he master’s cock out and running her hand over its hard, warm surface.

“Tell me what you want me to do with that.”

Another easy order, Slave thought. Her master was so very good to her not that she really thought her master cared about what she thought anyway. She was just hiss lave to do with Ashe saw fit and she was glad that he took the time to order her about as he saw fit. “If it pleases you, sir, I would be honored to have your marvelous cock use my tits as it saw fit.”

Her master chuckled at that. “You would, huh?”

“Yes, sir,” Slave said. “If it pleases you, of course.”

“I think it does please me, Slave. Why don’t you slide those tits together over my cock for me.”

Slave couldn’t help but smile to herself as she used her tits to fuck her master’s cock. Yet another easy order and one shed been hoping he’d give as well. Her master was so very good to her and she couldn’t wait to see why it was ht her master would make her do next.