The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

2 MONTHS AGO

BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP Holly stared at her ceiling while counting the beeps as her alarm went off. Yesterday she counted to 50- a new record- before she turned it off. But today she decided she had to get out of bed and start getting ready. She rolled onto her stomach and groaned into her pillow. Well, sooner I start the day, sooner it’s over, she figured as she dragged herself out of bed and into the shower. As she waited for the hot water to heat up, she brushed her teeth and stared at her puffy face in the mirror. Her eye bags looked worse than usual, and her whole face was covered in pillow lines.

Next she got in the shower and mechanically soaped her body. She avoided looking in the mirror as she got dressed. Next was make up. She envied women who were comfortable going make up free. She knew, in the case of celebrities and influencers, it was mostly just genetics, good lighting and cosmetic surgery, but she couldn’t help but compare her tired skin to their glow.

She ate plain toast as she sat down down at her laptop to fill out more job applications. “FUCK!” She screamed as she realized she’d gotten got crumbs stuck under her laptop’s F key . She quickly turned her laptop over to shake it out to no avail. She walked away from her computer in frustration. She’d been awake for less than an hour, how had she already fucked everything up? She cried knowing this wasn’t the end of the world, but wishing it was. She was just so tired of being a fuck up. After a good cry, she dragged herself to the computer and found a job to apply for in a call centre.

NOW

Holly opened her eyes and smiled, remembering she was in her new room. For a moment she wondered what would happen to her old apartment, her lease, her—it didn’t matter. She was here. And this was the fresh start she was waiting for. For the first time in a long time, she woke up looking forward to the day.

She stepped out of bed and began to stretch out as she yawned. She realized she was a little sluggish and dizzy, probably from the drink Beverly gave her last night. It really helped her sleep- that was for sure. She had the most raunchy dreams, sweet dreams. Wow- she must have been more turned on than she realized, she was dripping wet. As she reached down to feel her cunt, memories of the previous day starting coming back to her in strangely incomprehensible bits and pieces...everything was wrapped a fog. Had she sucked James’s dick? A life time of conditioning told her that was wildly unacceptable behaviour- on everyone’s part, maybe even unsafe. But somehow thinking about it made her... proud. She couldn’t get over the feeling that sucking dick and getting fucked was what she was meant to do... it was her purpose. When she reflected on her inability to recall all of the previous day, she realized she must have been drugged. That was definitely bad...right? But if it was bad, why did it make her so happy? The images from the video during the training flashed through her mind. Was this really her? Was she a slut who enjoyed being drugged, fucked by a potential employer, and raped in her sleep? Could she even leave the tower if she tried? Did it matter? Did she want this? Did she really want to be disconnected from the entire life she had built for herself? She laughed as she realized the answer was “yes,” and then she scooped some of the cum out of her cunt and licked it- like a good slut would. Just as Holly started to consider what was next in her day, Beverly opened the door to her room. No knocking. That made sense, did whores have privacy?

“Good morning Holly. Here’s a towel. There’s a shower down the hallway. In the meantime, I’ve come to give you breakfast, and a gift.”

Holly squealed with joy as she sat on her bed, waiting to receive whatever Beverly had brought. First was another drink. It tasted slightly different than the one Beverly had given her last night, but still had the same base flavour and creaminess. After Holly had taken a few sips of the drink, Beverly took a box out of her jacket pocket.

“Now Holly, this is a good luck gift for your first official day as a personal assistant in training. This is the perfume I wore yesterday, the one that James gave you a spritz of during your interview, and now you have your own bottle to use. The man who runs this perfume company has taken a special interest in you Holly. You can use it whenever you want... particularly if you are feeling confused. It has a special scent to help you focus on what’s important.” Beverly smiled as she gave Holly the box with the perfume.

“Wow! Thank you so much Beverly! I know I’m about to shower, but can I ...”

“Yes, Holly, I think you should use some right now. Wouldn’t that feel nice? The perfume has a wonderful long term effect... it will really help you get into the right frame of mind for a personal assistant.”

Holly didn’t need to be told twice. She unwrapped the box, and stared at the delightful bottle. It fit nicely in her hand. The bottle was the shape of an apple. Holly held the bottle at arms length and sprayed it. As the perfume landed on her tits and face, she breathed in deeply. She felt her shoulders lower and her face relax. She began to rub the perfume all over her naked body. She reached for her cunt, whimpering as her finger spread any extra over her slit. She licked her lips, imagining a nice wet dick between them.

Beverly looked at the new slut, smiling. Yes, Beverly was confident she would fit right in. She watched Holly sit on the bed, sucking on her finger. She stared into Holly’s dulled eyes. They were without distinct focus. She was somewhere else. No doubt she was imagining dicks pumping in and out of her mouth. Normally, Beverly would have left promptly to attend to the other girls, but she had set aside some extra time for Holly today. It was important to make sure the new girls, understood why they were there. The first 24 hours were so important to the long term efficacy of the treatments.

Holly was wrapped in bimbo fog when Beverly started eating her out. Her skilled tongue lapped the mixture of Holly’s wetness and old cum. Beverly loved learning the tastes of the all the girls. As she used her lips to suck on the new whore’s cunt, Holly fell back into the bed, writhing in the ever escalating sensations from Beverly’s mouth. She felt her swollen lips open even further as Beverly sent her tongue into the young bimbo’s snatch. Holly didn’t try to keep quiet. She moaned, pushing her hip out and her pussy into Beverly’s face. When she came, Beverly held the slut’s cunt to her face. She didn’t stop licking, it was almost too much for Holly, but she knew her body didn’t belong to her anymore. She was a fucking slut, just like men liked.

As Beverly continued to eat her out, she dreamed about all the ways men would degrade her. She imagined she was at work, being fucked in a man’s private office. She was bent over his couch as he rammed into her from behind. She was wearing a thong, he’d pushed to the side for easy access to all her holes. He slapped her ass, and told her what a good fuck toy she was. Without warning he flipped her over to her back. She balanced on the edge of the couch while he grabbed her thighs to set a new fuck pace. As he slammed his dick into her cunt, his thumbs left bruises on the inside of her thighs. Was there anything more feminine than a man using her body for his own gratification? She loved the pain he inflicted on her. She loved being a fuck toy. She surrendered to the pain. The pain of his hands digging into her inner thighs, the pain of his dick stretching her cunt, and the stinging pain on her face as he slapped her repeatedly. She was almost numb from the pain when he stopped. When he was done he grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth up to his dick to clean it off. After slipping her tube dress back on she quietly kneeled on the floor waiting instructions.

When Beverly was satisfied that she had completely obliterated any non-sexual thoughts in the cunt’s drugged head she left Holly to shower and get dressed. As left the room, she saw Holly wrap herself in the towel Beverly had given her. She smiled as she walked over the Holly, yanked down the towel and twisted the unsuspecting girl’s nipples.

“You dumb whore,” Beverly sneered “You will only cover your body if a man tells you to. Clothes are to accentuate your sluttiness, not to provide modesty. You don’t have modesty anymore. That was a lie fed to you by a society that hates women. You were probably fed other lies growing up about ‘self respect’. Well that’s gone. Whores don’t have respect. You have one purpose in life: to serve men. Men like whores, sluts, bimbos- not prudes. You’ll learn more soon, but for now, just remember, your are a cum slut. After all, women only exist to serve men.” To punctuate her sentence Beverly gave Holly’s other nipple a twist as she left the room.

Beverly watched the nude Holly find her way to the shower room. Beverly smiled to herself, thinking of how far Holly had come in less than 24 hours. She was new, but she was learning. It was important to be strict with the new girls. How could they learn if Beverly wasn’t consistent with them! What if Holly had done something like that in front of James- she shivered at the thought. Well, not to worry, Holly was well on her way...to more than a shower room.

After his visit to Holly’s room last night, Edward seemed quite pleased. He said he wanted her in his store as quickly as possible, and that he’d be back soon. He did mention that her tits were pitiful, and he expected improvement by his next visit. Of course that was standard practice. Beverly thought fondly upon her first night at the academy. She shuddered to think of her past life, which she didn’t do it often. But seeing Holly here, reminded her of herself for some reason.

When she first came to the tower things were just starting up...everything was a blur when she thought back on those times. Sometimes she fantasized that she used to be married to James. But whenever her mind wandered through those memories, she always felt certain walls redirect her thoughts; it was like a hallway with sudden twists and turns that always led back to the same spot: you exist to serve men. And whenever she remembered that sentiment her cunt dripped a little more, and she stuck out her tits with pride. She was a bimbo too! Seeing these new girls come in always made her grateful and inspired her to be more obedient. While she retained certain faculties that the other girls were released from, her underlying training was the same. She was a woman, which meant she was incapable of making important decisions. She only carried out the orders of men. It felt good to do what men said, without question. It felt good to give up her body and mind to serve men. Men were leaders. It was because of men that this glorious tower existed! It was because of men that she knew her purpose! Her role was to be grateful and to instruct the new women in submission.

IN A TIME BEVERLY COULD NO LONGER REMEMBER

A very angry looking Beverly stood in the middle of the dining room, hands on hips. She said “James I’m not giving up my career for you, and I’m hurt you’d ever ask me to. I thought you always said you loved that my career is important to me. You said our marriage would be different than other people’s, that we would be equals.”

James sighed. “Beverly, we’ve gone over this before. I’m not asking you to give up your career. I’m just asking you to prioritize mine for a month. One month! That’s it. After a month, we can move back here, and you can return to your job. Beverly, you know people do take vacations right? This is a normal thing I’m asking for. I am always the one making sacrifices in this relationship. No sex on week nights? Fine. You don’t like cooking, and you don’t even want me to cook because I will ‘just make a mess you have to fix’? Okay, sure. You come to my work party, refusing to wear a dress like the other wives, instead wearing a suit? I mean, would it hurt you to want to be supportive?”

Beverly rolled her eyes “What the fuck does my suit have to do with being supportive? Is that all I am to you? Someone who should dress up nice for the boss, make a good impression, and—hey! While I’m at it, while don’t I show him a really good time... in private! Is that what you want? You want some Stepford slut?”

Beverly thought she had the upper hand as she screamed at James, which is why she found it surprising when he simply smiled at her, as if he knew something.

Before she could continue her tirade James pretended to remember something and got up to get something out of the fridge.

“Oh! Here’s the smoothie you asked me to pick up for you.”

What was happening? Why wasn’t he fighting back? Did that mean she had won? She picked up the styrofoam cup, and took a sip.

Wow, was this her normal order? It tasted different. In fact, she’d never tasted anything like it, she couldn’t put it down. It was as if she were thirsty, and the more she drank the more she needed. When she put the empty cup down, she looked over at James, who was still smiling.

“You have no idea what I want Bev. By the way... how are you feeling?”

Suddenly, Beverly’s expression changed, she smiled sleepily, and forced out the words “I feel...so...confused. Am I tired?” Beverly tried to focus her eyes, but the world kept moving... was she floating? She felt so... she felt her cunt get wet. Suddenly she felt so... James had a dick... in his pants... if she could get to it, she could...

James laughed as Beverly tried to stand up straight. He asked “How else do you feel?”

Beverly giggled and responded “I feel...mmm ... I need”

“I know what you need. Now SIT the FUCK down you whore” James responded.

At the mention of sitting Beverly felt her legs collapse, and she quickly stumbled into a chair. Next James came over and yanked her shirt down, revealing her minimizer bra.

“Of course. You dumb whore. Of course you would try to hide one of your only worthwhile assets.” He walked to the kitchen and picked up a pair of scissors. He sliced through her bra while she sat there dumbly, arms at her sides, mouth slightly open. There was no underwire... obviously, so it was easy to cut away.

But he didn’t throw away the bra. Instead he held it up to her face, and screamed at her.

“What the fuck is this?! This is disgusting. No one wants to fuck something in this.”

Beverly tried to blink back the sleep and concentrate on what was happening. Why was she so horny? Why was James yelling at her? She suddenly felt such shame that she was unfuckable. He said he didn’t want to fuck her. Wait... that was ... bad?

“You know Bev, for the last 2 years of marriage we’ve tried things your way. I tried to be supportive. I wanted to be a good man for you. I meant it every time I said I was proud of you, and how hard you worked. But Bev, we’re not going to make it another 2 years with you in control. I’m not happy, and I sure as fuck don’t think you are, but, honestly, at this point I don’t care. So you know what, when Harry told me about a new opportunity that would come with some major life changes...I listened. And the more I listened the more I liked what I heard.

“And then, there was a real game changer. Well, to be honest, the game changer walked in the door, wearing nothing but a thong, kneeled at my feet and told me she wanted to serve me. And in that moment I thought ‘wow... so this is how life could be, huh?’ And you know what, that is how life is going to be from now on. You are going to serve me, so get that through your skull. You aren’t a career woman anymore. You’re a fuck toy, my FUCK TOY. You will live to serve men, but above all- me. You’re every waking thought, which you will have significantly less of, will be about fucking and sucking, and how men are immeasurably better than women, more important than women, superior to women. Because women are all fucking sluts deep down. Isn’t that right? Isn’t that drink just helping you see your true self clearer? Aren’t you a stupid slut?”

Beverly smiled at James, barely able to get words out “I’m... a... slut?”

James smiled in relief, the drink really was working. Holy shit. There was no turning back. Harry had told him the drink would be fast, but he didn’t know it would be that fast. To be honest, James had sort of tuned out the details, sense Harry tried to explain the science to him while the was choking this bimbo slut on his dick. James remembered that Harry said the drink would rewire her brain to respond to external signals, and if all the external signals she encountered in the first 24 hours told her the same thing... well, however it worked, it worked.

James took a deep breath. He felt himself entering into a new life, and he wanted to get it right.

“Yes, Beverly, you are a dumb big titted bimbo. You aren’t very smart are you? No, you’re not. But that’s why there are men. That’s why I’m here. Women are naturally stupid and need to be put in their place. Did you hear that slut, from now on I don’t want to hear any more about your career, your job, your needs. Starting now, your only purpose in life in to serve men. So get on your knees whore.”

NOW

Beverly was walking back to James’s office to see how else she could be of assistance. She pinched her nipples to make sure they looked extra perky for her boss. Maybe he would let her fuck him! She smiled thinking about riding his dick, bouncing up and down until he came in her. What a lucky whore she was!