The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Maria yawned, took a long sip of coffee and grabbed the remote. It was a Sunday morning ritual: crossword puzzle, coffee, and Mass at Home on television. As usual, she flipped it on just as the opening song was playing.

The priests and small gathering of attendees looked like they usually did—there was no question that this was a studio rather than a church. Maria liked it, though. No, she wasn’t a shut-in... quite the opposite. She just preferred praying and worshipping at home. And if her thoughts went somewhere else once in awhile, she didn’t have to feel self-conscious or guilty.

“Let us pray.”

Maria bowed her head, and as she did, her eyes stopped for a moment at the oval inset at the lower right corner of the screen. This was the little electronic balcony where a frumpy, aging woman mouthed words and used sign language for deaf viewers. What made it noticeable was that it wasn’t the frumpy older woman, but a young, attractive girl who looked to be in her early twenties.

There seemed to be some technical problems, as the background behind her flickered and blurred, if a single color could be called blurry, but the overall effect was to make the girl look three dimensional. It almost felt to Maria like she was crossing her eyes... like looking at it made the rest of the screen hard to see, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Instead, it was almost like the girl was right there in the living room, like she was standing inside a little hollowed out place in the screen itself.

Her short, wedged hair gave her the look of an imp, and her full lips, moving in time with and just behind the words of the priest, were, well, captivating. Glossy and sensual, they almost had the effect of a lover’s whisper. Maria shook her head. She was supposed to be listening the prayer the priest was intoning. She tried to concentrate on the words again, but her eyes didn’t look away from those... lips. Those eyes.

It felt a little naughty. After all, this was church for her. And then, to add to the tiny bit of awkward shame, she felt a tremor of something akin to arousal wash through her.

She looked away from Oval Girl, embarrassed at her thoughts. Why in the world... what was she thinking? “A kiss I could sink into, that’s what...”

She looked back again, sure the odd moment had passed. She focused instead on the girl’s hands and gestures, but even in that, Oval Girl was different. Her movements seemed less choppy, more fluid. Subtle. Graceful, even. A compelling, beckoning ballet of motion.

Maria tried again to look back at the Priest who was presiding, to find some distraction from the distraction, but without thinking, her eyes strayed back to the dark-haired beauty in the corner, mind drifting a bit as the words of the mass flowed past her. She knew them anyway, and wouldn’t miss them.

And this was so amazing, after all. Maria had the sensation of watching an artist, born to do what she was doing. The girl’s hands continued to move in an increasingly complex and elegant dance... it was almost like Maria could hear the words being spoken. It was a shame she didn’t know sign language.

Swirl. Lift. Hands together... forming... something. Gone. Curl. Circle. Rise. Swirl. Slice. Cup. Caress. Knead. Dance. Touch.

The Priest’s incessant speaking was getting annoying, his words like a bothersome buzz against the charming, silky, seductive almost-words coming from Pixie Oval Girl. She wanted to watch the girl more closely. Frowning, she picked up the remote almost without thinking and hit the “Mute” button. She giggled at the irony of making herself deaf to the audible sounds of the Mass. But... the pixie was saying more important things. Things that were stirring in deep, new places—dark, lovely places she had never before experienced.

She could feel it deep inside.

She watched.

She could swear she was beginning to understand. And there was something... something about it that was sexier than anything she’d ever witnessed. It was tangible in the way the young woman’s lips moved in concert with her hands, the way her eyes smiled and sparked like she was telling the best secret.

At the same time, it was like watching the ocean... so natural, so easy to get lost in the repetition... so easy to let it happen. She felt dizzy for a moment, but it was nice, too, like an endless taffy pull of longing deep inside. She felt her brain working to move in a direction that would help her comprehend the meaning of the girl’s motions, almost like finding the right muscle.

She was breathing faster. God, was she really aroused? She looked at the cleavage of the girl, the rise and fall of her chest, her hands moving, speaking, her eyes looking right into Maria’s... her lips... what sensuous lips... and a flash of pink tongue.

She shook her head to clear it but it only brought her closer to seeing, to knowing. She could feel it in her now, growing into tangible consciousness—something not “her” that pulled and groped at her... a kind of writhing inner need... but that was impossible, of course. She’d never been a girl’s girl kind of woman, after all, until now... no, wait... and still, she was... yes, she was wet. So wet. Her thighs were hot with her nectar.

It didn’t seem possible in so short a time, but there was no question in her that she was learning, taking in... the movements filled with nuance... so intoxicating... so... oh, and the curve, the exquisite form, the shape, the... the desire... god, she’d been blind... so long, blind. She never saw... never knew... what the hell was happening...?

Oval Pixie Girl was making a repeating gesture now. Over and over, she moved her arm, her hand, her desirable, kissable lips just so. Maria could almost feel the meaning, like a lost word on the tip of her tongue. She ached to know it... needed to know, needed to feel it. Curiosity and much deeper arousal filled her.

She needed this word.

She knew that she was being taught something she hadn’t asked to learn, but instead of being concerned about the strangeness of it, she felt that she should just watch and come closer. She wanted to know. She wanted to listen... with new ears, or no ears... with the new, dark something deep inside of her. Something that pulsed with lust.

Something that made her feel dirty and nasty and so very, very good.

She no longer cared that this was not where her thoughts would have gone on their own... that she was falling into a sick fantasy at best. But like knowing when a dream is not a dream, she also knew it was beyond fantasy. The worry that should have come to her was distant and irrelevant, and she felt herself let it go as it became impossible to hear. She was becoming deaf to her old thoughts in deference to the new.

Maria’s old thoughts were in the way of knowing. She watched with no remorse... with delight... as they fell away into nothingness.

She let out a small laugh, and did not worry that there was no sound that escaped her lips. There didn’t need to be. She just needed to...

“Surrender.”

With sweet softness the word slid through her mind and soul—comforting and warm. She liked the feeling but why would it be “surrender”? Surely...

“Surrender.”

No question. That was the word. It was more insistent this time, even commanding... yes... so much power in that word. Something that made her ache, made her yearn... god, the longing was so deep, but no... no, something was... not right... not her word... not her thought...

“SURRENDER.”

The word blasted through her consciousness like the shockwave from a foghorn, without sound, but with A percussive throb she could not have imagined.

The motions of Oval Girl on the screen became powerful, more directed and urgent. Maria’s head swam as she watched, unable to avert her eyes as something within her, something like fear moaned and slipped away into the shadows. Never... dear god, never had she imagined... the joy... oh, the joy. Never had she felt so... so totally alive.

Her fingers grasped the air, reaching for something to cling to, something to hold, but what was happening too her had momentum now, burning itself into her mind, into her cunny... this... this wasn’t her, this...

She felt dizzy... overwhelmed...

Without conscious thought Maria sank to her knees in front of the television, feeling herself change as she descended, being molded... rearranged...

Surrendering.

“OBEY.”

The lips. Yes, the girl’s lips called to obey, obey, obey, obey, obey, obey...

Oh, God... to surrender... to surrender she would have to... oh... to obey... beyond comprehension—beyond all that she had ever known. The need... God, the need to obey...

Maria’s own lips were moving with them, now, soundless but for the wet noises as they came together and parted. She would obey, obey, obey, obey...

Her arms moved and hands danced with the seductress on the screen, joy flooding through every pore. As she knelt on the floor like a mirror image, she moved with the girl who was speaking beyond words, directly into her mind.

“OWNED.”

The floodgates opened, pouring into her. Directives, commands, desire, lust, all soaking in and burning in as her hands swooped and circled, captive to the girl who danced in her eyes and in her mind.

As the mass came to an end, the impish Oval Girl with sparkling eyes looked into Maria’s own and smiled, fading slowly from view.

The broadcast forgotten, one hand fell to her soaked, needy cunt; surrender... the other to her stiff, distended nipples, pulling and pressing, dancing... obey... speaking now in a new language of passionate obedience... OWNED... her brain sending commands as irresistible as those she had been given by her young mentor, her... translator, the one who had opened and plundered her mind.

Unholy fires raged in her loins, sweeping through the dry tinder of her body, evaporating any thought but the pleasure of doing what she was told, as she was told... for... for...

As she realized the place... the person to whom she belonged, heart and soul, her thighs thrust open in wanton abandon, fingers plunging not by her control, but by and for the control of another, she screamed in silent and thundering pleasure.

Her orgasm, the first for her new Owner, was beyond words.

Shayla walked over to Nan after the conference and smiled. “Hey there, stranger!”

Nan blushed with embarrassment. “Sorry I was missed you at lunch this afternoon... I ended up coming back to the meeting late, and I know you saved me a seat.”

“That’s okay. I saw you talking to Maria. It looked so intense I didn’t want to interrupt. And after I got my food, you were both gone.”

“Intense?” said Nan. For a moment, she looked distracted. “Yes... yes, I suppose it was,” she said, her voice fading as if she were far away in thought. “We wanted to be in... private.”

“Well, okay then, I’ll be more obviously nosy. What were you two talking about with such concentration? Or her, rather. She seemed to be the only one talking. Pouring her heart out to you? You’re my best friend. I’m the one who’s supposed to bend your ear,” said Shayla, half-joking. In fact, it had hurt just a bit that Nan had not even glanced her direction.

“No, silly, nothing like that. But she did invite me to church this Sunday.”

“Whatever for? You gettin’ ree-ligion?”

“I dunno,” shrugged Nan. “Maybe.”

“Oh,” said Shayla, a little shocked. “Sorry to make fun.”

“No, it’s okay. You can come too, if you want...”

“No, not me, sister. I’ve had my fill of listening to why everything I enjoy is so wrong.” A smile broke out on Shayla’s face. “If you get God, I won’t hold against you, I promise!”

Nan returned the smile, and Shayla felt relieved. “Maybe God is... is getting me. You never can tell.”

“No, I guess not. Still up for a movie tonight?”

“Sure, Shay. Want to rent something dirty?”

“Yeah, dirty like ‘An Affair to Remember,’ right?” Shayla felt better. Nan was acting more like the Nan she had always known.

“Right. Sounds perfect, even. See you around eight?”

“Yep. My place this week.”

“Cool. See you later, then!” said Nan, walking across the parking lot to her car.

“Later!” called Shayla.

Nan turned around and waved, and Shayla, although not moving, stopped like a deer trapped by headlights. For some odd reason, she thought it might be one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen. There was something in the motion of Nan’s hands... the way her lips pouted just so...

She shook her head and went to her own car, got in and turned the key. A thought came back and twisted in her mind.

“Maybe Goddess... is getting me.”

She hardly noticed that she was pressing her legs together.