The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Femdom Mind Control Flash Fiction

by S.B.

No Means No

Alicia sat on her makeshift wooden throne, silky legs crossed, a glass of white wine on her left hand, muddy shoes dangling from her petite feet. Loved by the sun, her emerald green dress glowed with a preternatural light, enveloping her in a strikingly inviting aura. She was like an angel that had fallen to Earth. She was also distracted, bored, and not in a mood to put up with irrational masculine complaints. Her most recent boyfriend didn’t get the memo though.

Trevor was a wannabe boxer who loved to take things outside the ring. He always had a bone to pick with someone, and most of them petty as fuck. It was hard for him to be right about something and even harder to acknowledge when he was wrong. Both facts usually ended in inept rants, just like the one he was about to mutter:

“Okay, let’s get one thing straight once and for all... I know what you’ve been doing, and I didn’t consent to any of it! No means no! I don’t want you to change my thoughts! I don’t want to be controlled. I don’t want to be your pet, your slave, or anything else you wish to make of me! I like my mind exactly the way it is, and I will not let you walk inside it just like you did to all men that came before me. You will change nothing in me to suit your needs. Yes, I have fantasies of being seduced, taken over... but that’s all they are. They’re not real but in case you still don’t get it, let me spell it for you: F-A-N-T-A-S-I-E-S! Stop whatever you’ve been doing this instant! I repeat: no means no! Are we clear?”

For a moment Alicia said nothing, remaining in the same position as if she were a wax statue instead of a living, breathing person. Then, without even bothering to look him in the eyes, she asked:

“Have you stopped lying to yourself?”

“Excuse me? I’m not lying! After everything I’ve just said how can you even blurt out such a thing?”

“Oh, because you’re all the same, two-legged inflated egos with brains inside their cocks and not much else going on. You have fiery tempers and uncontrolled emotions always bubbling underneath your ball sac and you constantly spew things you don’t mean. You’re not the first crybaby throwing a tantrum. You won’t be the last.”

“How dare you speak that way to me? If you weren’t a woman, I would...”

“... do what? Hit me, break my jaw, crack my skull? Lesser creatures do that all the time, believing violence is a sign of superiority but luckily, you’re on your way to becoming something better.”

“What do you mean?”

“Sleep and obey.” She snapped her fingers.

Trevor’s head slumped, all traces of unrestrained will-power dissolving in a sugary trance. The first time she had put him under, he had screamed from the top of his lungs. The second time, silence had fallen over his mind like a dark wizard’s cloak. From the third time onward, all memories ceased to exist except for her words.

“You’re right, Trevor. ‘No’ means ‘no’ when I say it for a woman’s will is law. However, you’re not a woman. Saying ‘no’ to me is disrespecting my natural authority. You don’t get a saying in what aspects of your persona I change. It’s not like you’ll remember what they were before when we’re done. ‘No’ means ‘no’ unless it means...”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“Now we’re getting somewhere. Make yourself useful because these shoes will not clean themselves.”

His tongue crept forward.