The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Femdom Mind Control Flash Fiction

by S.B.


Judith approached Steven from behind, stern gaze fixed on his firm buttocks. He looked good when in inspection position but that was something she had to keep to herself lest her giggles betrayed her role. She was the Mistress; he was the slave, and it was time to get rough.

“You and I need to have a talk,” she declared, the usual opening line for ‘you’re in big trouble and you don’t even know it.’ In the earlier days of their D/s arrangement, he would always talk back at her, offering snide remarks or shifty eyes. Correcting such rude behaviors had been a matter of patience and utmost resolve but he was a lot better now.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said in reply, shivering. It was cold in the nude, yet he had to endure it for that was her will.

“I reckon you know what you did,” she tapped her 6-inch heels in front of his hardened cock.

“I believe so, Mistress.”

“You believe? Does that mean you don’t know for sure? Shall I get the whip to beat a confession out of you?”

“No, Mistress,” he said, immediately repenting his poor choice of words. There was no capital offense greater than the N word. “I mean, do as you desire, Mistress. I am your property to do as you see fit.”

“For property, you speak too much, slave, but I’m glad you corrected yourself in time. For that, I’ll show you some leniency, but I demand to hear what you did right now and why you did it.”

“I stopped listening to your feminization Mp3 a few nights ago, Mistress.”

“I know you did. I installed an app on your phone to check out how many times it was being played and if you were keeping the schedule I imposed and... lo-and-behold! The slave stopped obeying! Why did you do that?”

“I felt uncomfortable with the ideas presented there, Mistress. I don’t want to become a woman,” he said, the sudden influx of tears threatening to tear a hole in his eyes.

“Oh, but haven’t we agreed already that women are Goddesses?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he nodded. “They are. You are.”

“So why don’t you want to be closer to our divinity by dressing up and acting like one of us? That doesn’t make any sense, slave! Explain yourself!” Judith scolded him.


“Yes? Don’t choke now! I want to hear every word you have to say, and they all better be good enough otherwise you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

“Because I’m an imperfect creature, because I’m flawed. I’m a man, I’m nothing but a slave and I don’t deserve to resemble a woman in any way. Trying to impersonate divinity feels wrong. Forgive me, Mistress, but this is how I feel.”

“Interesting...” she remarked, one hand reaching for his balls while the other pushed his chin upwards to look at her. “I can understand where that reasoning is coming from which proves not all of my training has gone to waste and yet you disrespected me—Me, your owner!—by disobeying my instructions without coming to talk to me first. Had you explained what you were feeling things would have been different. Now, I have no choice but to punish you.”

“I get it but please... please don’t be too rough. I... I don’t think I can take it.”

“I can’t take your insubordination either and yet here we are. Considering what you told me, I think the whip is too good for you so... stay right there and don’t you dare move a muscle until I come back.”

She left him alone, humiliated and afraid, his once misogynous traits kept in check for the most part. He truly believed what he had said, something he didn’t think possible a few months prior. He didn’t see her wicked smile as she was leaving nor the mesmerizing glint in her eyes when she returned, holding his cell and a pair of headphones.

“Since you’re my property, I could force you to listen to the feminization file all night long, but I won’t. Instead, I added a new file to your phone, and that’s the one you’ll be listening to, instead. If you try to remove the headphones, I will punish you. If you fall asleep, I will punish you. You will listen, and you will learn to love what I want you to love to please me better. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good,” she placed the headphones on his ears and hit play on the touchscreen. The resulting conflagration of sounds obliterated his ears as the affirmations within did the same to his mind.

“You want to suck cock. You need to suck cock. Sucking cock is all you live for,” the file said, over and over and over and over again.

Steven shivered once again upon realizing she had played him the fool. This is what she had always wanted, the boundaries of the game had vanished for good. He blinked, bit his tongue, tried to sing on the inside, but the alien words poured in, new feelings bloomed with each successful loop. A few hours later, pre-cum dripping, he stared at the tip of his circumcised dick, a pink delicacy in plain view. His actual transformation would take a lot longer to process but if this was to be his future, he might as well start there.

Sitting across the room, legs crossed, Judith began making arrangements to invite all her gay friends for a party.