The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Isn’t this marvelous,” Corinne gushed.

Marvin knew well enough not to say exactly what he thought but coming to the moors of Scotland was hardly what he would have considered marvelous. Time on the beach soaking in the hot sun probably would have been better and if he happened perchance to spy some lovely young things in their skimpy bikinis, well was there really anything wrong with that, either. “It’s okay,” he said.

He might not have meant to give away his true feelings but his girlfriend knew him too well for him to really be able to hide what he was feeling. “Oh come on, don’t be such a stick in the mud. It’s fun.”

“I said it was fine,” he said.

“Come on. Let’s go check in.”

Marvin shrugged as he lugged the bags up to the front of Macmillan House. A lugubrious bellman looked on impassively but other than offering to open the door, he seemed not to show the slightest inclination to want to help. Great, Marvin thought. Just great. They could have been on the beach somewhere soaking in the sun but instead they were here and stuck with insolent bellmen.

Corinne didn’t seem to notice. “Would you look at this place,” she gushed. “You know my family used to live in a place like this,” she said.

You mean your ancestors used to live here, her boyfriend wanted to say but again, Marvin held his tongue.

Corinne practically skipped up to the front desk where a man in a green jacket peered back at her. “Good afternoon, Miss,” he said. “My name is Robert. Are you checking in?”

“We certainly are,” Corinne said.

“Very good, Miss. I’m assuming that you have a reservation.”

“We do,” Corinne said. “I’m Corinne Simpson and this is my boyfriend Marvin Hamilton.”

“Very good. Let me look you up. Aw yes. Here we are. Hamilton and Simpson. Ah. You have a reservation for the master’s suite. How fortunate for you and it says here you will be staying with us for a week. Is that correct?”

“Yes.”

“Very good then. Let me get your room keys and then Jonathan here will show you up to your room.” The registration clerk left the desk and returned moments later with two card keys in hand. “Now you understand the history of our establishment, do you not?”

“I think so. This is a real Scottish castle, isn’t it?”

“It is. It was controlled by the family Macmillan up until recently when a downturn in the family’s financial situation led the family to relinquish control of the property but that’s not exactly what I meant. What I meant is are you aware of the legend of the castle Macmillan?”

“I don’t think so.”

“My family has always—”

“Excuse me,” Corinne interrupted. “Did you say your family?”

“As a matter of fact I did. I am one of the last surviving members of the Macmillan clan.”

“Oh.”

“Yes. As I was saying, my family has always had some rather strong-willed men in its lineage. What they have lacked is strong-willed women.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It pains me to say this, but the men in my family have always been rather shortsighted. The men in my family have always wanted women they could dominate, women who were literally under their thumb, women who could put up a fight but wouldn’t and in particular, the men in my family have always had a weakness for maids.”

“A weakness for maids?”

“Yes, Miss. A weakness for maids. It was almost as if they couldn’t help themselves. Whenever a pretty, young thing would come work for us, she’d get the job and fairly soon thereafter, she’d receive the attentions of a man in my family and sometimes more than one for it seems that the men in my family like to share the women they get.

“That repugnant behavior might have worked decades or centuries ago when women had less prospects and when a woman was supposed to know her place but nowadays in these modern times, women will not put up with such behavior but the reputation of our house continues to live on. As you might imagine, it’s hard to get a woman to want to come work here and to be honest about it, there are plenty of men who stay away as well because they don’t want to appear chauvinist and so my family has fallen on hard times.”

“I ... I didn’t know.”

“As I’ve said, that was the way things were but I tell you now, that is not the way things are now.”

“But you have maids cleaning up the rooms, don’t you?”

Corinne couldn’t help but snort at that. That was so like Marvin. Worrying about his own personal comfort when he should be thinking about all those women who were taken advantage of in the past.

“Technically no.”

“No?”

Robert shook his head glumly. “No, the state of our family has fallen so far that we couldn’t hire someone if we were going to call them a maid so when we advertise for help, we make sure people know they are advertising for the position of housekeeper, not maid.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?” Corinne asked.

“Yes, of course, but as I say, our reputation with maids is not very good but we’re trying to improve our image. We donate money to a school for runaway girls and every summer, we host a 5k run for breast cancer.”

“Well that is something,” Corinne had to admit.

“It’s a start,” Robert agreed. “Well now, I’ll have Jonathan show you to your room. I will understand though if you tell me you want to cut your stay short or end it altogether after what you’ve heard. You wouldn’t be the first to want to do that if you did. All I will say though is that we are trying to set things right.”

Corinne looked at Marvin but she already knew what the answer was. She wanted to stay. “We’ll stay,” she said.

“Excellent.” Robert rang a bell on the desk and a bellhop came scurrying up. “Jonathan, if you would please show our guests to the master’s suite.”

Jonathan was an earnest looking young man, a bit thick about the waist and with brown hair that seemed to sprout out in tufts but the boy was eminently affable and very curious. Where are you from, he wanted to know.

Oh from America. Whereabouts in America?

Was it really as big as they said it was?

And so forth and so on.

Finally though, they arrived at their room and the boy let them into their room. “Here we are,” he said proudly.

“Oh wow,” Corinne gushed. “Would you look at this?”

“This would have been where the master of the castle would have slept,” the boy explained. “That is, it would have been the master of the castle when there was a master of the castle.”

What was it she was hearing there, Corinne wondered. Did the boy actually sound wistful that it wasn’t what it had once been and if he was wistful, what was wrong with that. It was probably a source of local pride not to mention that it probably hired a lot of the locals and so what if it’s previous owners had been a bunch of pigs. That didn’t mean the boy himself had anything that he should be ashamed of.

The room was certainly large with windows that looked out over the Scottish highlands. There was a hearth in the room and a rich burgundy carpet and the room was furnished with a desk, a large standing mirror and an enormous four-poster bed. Corinne thought she could almost imagine the master of the castle here. There would of course have been other places in the castle from which the day to day operations were run but from time to time, some things might have to be brought to him and he would sit up In the bed as the situation, whatever it was, was laid out before him. He’d have to be ready to work even here, especially here in fact, because anything brought to him here would demand his best work.

For just a moment, Corinne thought she heard a giggle and for a moment, Corinne thought she could picture the master in his bed with some young maid with whom he’d decided to share his bed that night.

Corinne shook her head. Yes, she told herself. From what he’d heard earlier, she imagined that there would be plenty of that kind of work as well.

There was a girl, a girl that looked very much like Corinne Simpson.

Her eyes were closed but she seemed to walk almost as if she didn’t need her eyes to see where she was going.

She was dressed only in a simple nightshirt and her legs were clearly visible as she walked into the great hall of Macmillan House. There was a fire burning in the hearth and there were men there, men who were waiting, men who were waiting for her.

A man stepped forward and he guided the girl to a divan even as the other men stood around them. The man put his hands on her shoulders and with just the gentlest of pushes, he pushed the girl down onto the couch and all the while, the girl’s eyes remained closed.

Almost as one, the six men opened their pants and then they were taking out their cocks and still the girl’s eyes remained closed.

The first of the men, the one who had led her to the couch, that man stepped forward and he pressed his cock against the girl’s lips and even as the man’s cock touched her lips, the girl’s lips kissed his cock and then she opened her mouth and she slid her mouth down around his cock.

Her mouth slid down over the man’s shaft and then her mouth pulled back only to slide back down again and all the while, her eyes remained closed.

The man pulled his cock back and even as he did, the next man moved in to take his place and the girl with the closed eyes turned her head so that she could welcome in his cock.

That was what Corinne now saw and she couldn’t take her eyes off of what the mirror was showing her. Something had called to her as she’d been asleep with her boyfriend. She hadn’t wanted to open her eyes because she knew if she did, she’d be awake but when she had opened her eyes, she’d seen it. The mirror was glowing eerily and she felt herself being pulled out of her bed almost as if she had no control over what her muscles were doing. All she knew when she looked in the mirror was that she was sure that the girl that looked like her was asleep or sleepwalking or some such thing but she was also sure that the girl was a willing participant. She wasn’t sure how she knew these things. She just did.

It wasn’t just the sleeping girl’s mouth that was doing the work either because even as her mouth sucked those cocks, her hands were getting in on the action as well. While her mouth would suck on one of the cocks, her hands would work two of the others, getting them ready as it were,and when it was time for her mouth to move on, her mouth invariably would find one of the cocks that she had been stroking and her now free hand went on to find another cock to stroke.

Something was happening. Corinne could see that. The men, they were starting to get ... to get agitated, but agitated in a good way. They’d groan, or at least that’s the way Corinne thought of it ... It was after all a mirror so it wasn’t like she could actually hear anything ... but they’d groan whenever the girl’s mouth took their cocks and they seemed to sigh whenever she let them go.

Finally, her mouth had just let one of the men go but before she could move on to the next guy, the man grabbed her by the hair and he was pulling her head back and then he was stroking his cock over her face.

Oh my god, Corinne thought. He’s going to cum on her face.

No sooner had she thought it though than the man had done it and in spite of herself, Corinne had felt a rush of excitement. She shouldn’t like this, she chastised herself. It was gross. She shouldn’t like it and yet she did.

And what was more was that he wasn’t the only one because no sooner had the first man finished cumming on the girl’s face than she was moving down the line and no one had to pull her hair back to get her to offer up her face to him because she was doing that on her own and each of the men gave her what she wanted.

What she’d earned, Corinne thought. She wasn’t sure where that thought had come from but there it was. The girl in the mirror was getting what she earned and when it was over, Corinne couldn’t help but notice how the girl looked so ... she supposed contented was the right word ... contented and maybe a little bit smug with what she’d done.

And then as she watched, the mirror changed and the only thing reflected in the mirror was her and the room she was in and Corinne blinked. Corinne looked at the mirror. It certainly looked real enough. There were no connections or electrical lines to it or anything that would have said it was anything more than just a mirror but that raised the obvious question. If the mirror was just a mirror, then she must have imagined the girl in the mirror who’d looked like her and the men who’d cum all over her face but if this was all a figment of her imagination, why had she imagined it at all.

One thing was certain though. She most certainly wasn’t going to tell anyone what she’d seen.

The next morning, Marvin and Corinne sauntered into the great hall that had at one time been the castle’s banquet hall but was now serving as a place where guests could get a bite to eat before they went on about their day’s activities and no sooner than they had entered the hall than there was a buxom serving girl coming up to greet them. “Good day to you, sir,” the girl said. “And how may I serve you today?”

“We’d like to get. A bite to eat,” Marvin said. “What do you folks have here to eat?”

“We have all of sorts of things,” the girl said even as she produced a menu card and handed it to Marvin, “and if you don’t see something here that you like, I’m sure that Chef would be happy to make whatever you desire. All you need to do is ask me and I’ll be happy to get whatever you want.”

“That sounds great,” Marvin said as he shared the card with Corinne, “but to tell the truth, I’m really not all that hungry.”

“You might not be but I am,” Corinne said.

The young maid gave the other woman that left little doubt as to how much she cared about what Corinne wanted. “Are you sure there’s not something I can get for you, sir?”

“No, I think I’m fine,” Marvin said.

“I could use an omelet,” Corinne said.

“Uh huh,” the maid said in a bored voice and then she walked away leaving Corinne to wonder if she was actually going to get her omelet.

“I think she likes you,” Corinne said after the girl had walked away.

“Nah.”

“I think she does and you know what.”

“What?” Marvin said grumpily.

“I think you like it that she likes you.”

“I do not.”

Corinne just laughed at her boyfriend’s discomfort. “Yeah,” she said. “I think you do.”

Corinne was asleep when something woke her up. It was an eerie sort of blue light in the room.

At first, she thought it was some sort of oddly tinged moonlight coming in through the windows but when she looked at the windows, she realized the curtains were closed.

What then?

That’s when she noticed the mirror and she knew the light was coming from the mirror but more than that, he knew something else. She wasn’t sure how she knew it but she knew the mirror wanted her to come see what it had to show her.

She looked over at Marvin who was snoring there in the bed beside her. Poor thing. He’d worn himself out the night before. She was sure he wouldn’t be getting up any time soon.

And then she heard it again. Not a physical voice per se but something ... something calling to her ... something that wanted her to come to the mirror.

She went to the mirror and she looked.

It certainly was reflecting back her bedroom. It was dark but where the curtains had been closed before, now they were open and yes, there was moonlight streaming into the room and as she,looked she realized there was something else that was different as well. There was a figure on the bed. Not Marvin for even prone as the figure was, Corinne could tell that the figure was decidedly feminine and as far as she could tell, there was no sign of Marvin at all.

There was movement from the perimeter and Corinne realized that even if Marvin wasn’t in the room, the girl on the bed was not alone.

A figure stepped out of the shadows and Corinne could see that it was a man and more than that, she could see that the girl on the bed was oblivious to the man’s presence.

The man approached the bed and then he was sitting on the bed and he was stroking the girl’s hair and for the first time, Corinne realized that the girl’s hair was darker than her own.

The girl stirred but from what Corinne could see, she didn’t wake.

The man stroked the girl’s hair and Corinne watched the girl rise up and Corinne was sure that the girl was still asleep.

He coaxed her up on to her hands and knees and Corinne watched the man come up behind her and she watched as the man lifted up the girl’s nightshirt to expose her little, round butt and that’s when Corinne realized the man had his cock out. The man came up behind her and then he pushed his cock inside her.

Corinne watched the girl in the mirror groan. She might have been asleep but apparently that didn’t mean she wasn’t able to feel anything. There was little doubt that the girl in the mirror could feel that cock in her pussy. The funny thing was that Corinne never questioned whether the girl was in fact asleep. That, it seemed, was an undisputed fact.

Nor was it an undisputed fact that now that the man had his cock in the girl’s pussy, he was certainly going to town on her pussy and even if the girl was asleep, Corinne couldn’t help but notice the dreamy smile on the girl’s face even as the girl rocked to the motion of the cock between her legs. There was certainly no question about it. Awake or asleep, the girl on her hands and her knees certainly was liking what was being done to her and now the unseen man was fucking her harder and even if Corinne couldn’t hear it, she could definitely see the girl moan.

The man was fucking her harder and there was little doubt that both of them were nearing the climax.

The man pulled out and Corinne could see him grab his cock just moments before she saw him unleash himself on the sleeping girl’s backside. Hell yeah, Corinne thought. That was so hot. She loved watching the man cum all over the other girl’s butt and even though she was loathe to emit it even to herself, there was a part of her that wished he would have done that with her instead.

What was it about the mirror, Corinne wondered and why was it showing her these things she was seeing. Was it a vision into the past or was it a glimpse into the future or was what she seeing nothing at all. As much as she tried to tell herself that it might very well be nothing, she found it hard to convince herself of that and if it was nothing, why did the girl in the mirror look so awfully a lot like her?

It couldn’t be nothing but if it wasn’t nothing, then what did it mean?

“What’s wrong with your hair?” Marvin asked.

“What?”

“What’s wrong with your hair?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your hair. It’s darker now.”

“What do you mean? Corinne asked even as she rushed to the mirror but one look in the mirror was enough to show her what her boyfriend was saying was in fact correct. Where her hair had been blond before, she was now a reddish brown.”

“You see what I mean? Your hair is different now.”

Corinne certainly did see what her boyfriend meant. She was different now but there was something else she saw as well, something that Marvin couldn’t possibly have known about because when she looked in the mirror, Corinne realized that as nearly as she could tell, her hair was the same color as the girl she’d seen being fucked in the mirror the night before.

“What do you think happened?”

Corinne shook her head.

“Do you think you need to go see a doctor?”

Corinne shook her head again. “I don’t think so,” she said. “In fact, in a way, it almost feels kind of right.”

“You’re sure about that?”

Corinne nodded. “I’m sure,” she said.

“So what do you want to do today?” Marvin asked.

“Do?”

“Yeah do.”

“You know, to be honest, I’m not sure I want to do anything. To be honest, I kind of think I just want to stay in the castle.”

“Oh come on. We’re on vacation. You can’t just sit round here all day doing nothing. We have to go out and do something.”

“You know what? You’re right. We can’t just Sit round here doing nothing.” “So what do you want to do?”

In the end, Marvin and Corinne decided to go for a ride. The castle Macmillan wasn’t really close to any major tourist sites. It was in fact just a Scottish castle that had been converted into a hotel but you could rent a car and that meant you could tour the countryside and for the two Americans, a car meant one other thing. For the two of them, a car meant freedom.

By the time they finally came back to their lodgings, they both had to admit that they were tired. It was already dark out and there was a brisk wind blowing when the two Americans came inside.

Robert was on duty as he almost always seemed to be. “Good evening to you,” he greeted the two Americans. “Did you have a fine day out on the countryside?”

“Indeed we did,” said Marvin. “It’s so refreshing here and so peaceful.”

“Peaceful, sir?”

“Yeah, you know. The pace, it’s slower here.”

The hotel manager grunted at that. “There’s nothing wrong with that,” he said.

Corinne suddenly felt the need to jump in as if she and her boyfriend somehow needed redemption. “Hey, we didn’t mean anything by that,” she said. “We like it here. Really,we do.”

“You’re sure bout that,” Robert questioned her.

Corinne nodded. She was sure, he told herself. It was strange really but this place felt more like home to her than her own home did.

The hotel manger just grinned. “You do know I was kidding you,” he said. “We want our guests to feel at home here with us but we recognize that this place is different from many of the places that our guests come from. That having been said, we do like it here, too, you know.”

Corinne heard what the man said but here was something else there as well and it was something else she agreed with as well. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that this place really was a very special place.

Corinne wasn’t sure where her boyfriend had gone off to and really, she just didn’t care. She knew that was mean but she wanted to go back to her room and she wanted to look at the mirror yet again.

“Fascinating, isn’t it?”

Corinne didn’t even bother to question why the hotel’s manager was there in the room with her. In fact, she didn’t even bother to look away from the mirror that she was kneeling in front of. “What is?” she asked.

“The mirror,” Robert said. “It’s fascinating, isn’t it?”

“What is?”

“The mirror. It shows you your deepest, darkest fantasies,” Robert said.

Corinne couldn’t take her eyes off of the sleeping her in the mirror. “But ... But I don’t want that,” she said.

“That’s not what the mirror says. The mirror says you are a slut.”

“But I’m not, Corinne tried to protest. “That’s not me.”

“Oh there’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Robert said. “We’re always on the look-out for another young lassie to join our ranks as one of our maids.”

Yes. There was something so right about that. There was something so right about her being a maid. Just the thought of that, just being allowed to serve, it just seemed so right to her and even as she thought it, she realized that she’d come from a long line of maids or at least she thought she had. Her mother had been a maid and her mother before her and her mother before her. This was her destiny. This was her place. There was no question about it. She was meant to serve.

“In fact, the only thing left to decide is what kind of maid you’re going to be.”

“What kind of maid?”

“Yes. A castle has many kinds of maids. A castle has scullery maids and chamber maids and some very special maids whose sole purpose is to serve their masters in the most intimate of ways but you have to be a very special person to be one of those kinds of maids.”

Corinne wasn’t sure why but suddenly she knew what she wanted. “Do you think I can be such a maid?”

“Oh, I don’t know. You have to be very good to be a special maid such as that.”

Corinne suddenly knew what she wanted. “I want to be a special maid,” she said.

“Well, if that’s what you want, then we need to see if you have the body for it. Take off your clothes.”

An order. Corinne loved it. She loved being given orders. It was what she was meant for because the only thing better than being given an order was following that order so, of course, Corinne removed her clothes.

“Oh my dear.”

“What?”

“Now that I’m seeing your body, I’m thinking maybe you would be qualified to be a special maid after all.”

“You’re not just saying that, are you?”

“Not at all, my dear. You are indeed special but how about we see just how special you really are. Why don’t you suck my cock.”

An order. She loved following orders. She knelt down before the hotel manager and she took the man’s cock out of his pants.

“Oh yes,” Robert moaned. “That’s it. Suck that cock.”

“Mmm,” Corinne moaned.

“I think maybe you might have what it takes to be one of our special maids but I think we need to make sure.”

“How do we do that, sir?”

“Hmm. I think I know a way. I think maybe you need to climb up here on the bed.”

Corinne scampered to comply with the hotel manager’s request. “What?” she asked. “You mean like this?”

The hotel manager smiled. “Something like that,” the man said, “but I was thinking that maybe you’d like to be up on your hands and knees.”

You mean like the girl in the mirror last night, Corinne thought. Wait a minute. Where had that come from, she wondered, but wait. That was exactly what she was. She was just like the girl she’d seen the night before in the mirror.

Corinne could feel the hotel manager mounting the bed and then he was coming up behind her and his hand was stroking her ass. “Oh very good, my dear, but now let’s see what else you’ve got.”

Corinne waited. She could feel the man’s hand on his bottom and then she could feel him sliding his cock up between her legs.

He was entering her and Corinne couldn’t help but moan. Yes, she wanted to say. More. Please give me more.

“Oh yes, my dear,” the man said. “I think you’re going to do quite well.”

She was just like the woman in the mirror, Corinne told herself. She was just like her except where the woman in the mirror had been asleep, she was awake.

Robert groaned as his cock continued to fuck her. “And now,” he said, “now to anoint you and welcome you in as one of our maids.”

Yes, Corinne wanted to cry out. Yes. That was what she wanted. She wanted to be a maid.

Robert pulled out of her and almost as soon as he had, Corinne could feel it. He was cumming on her backside just like he’d done to the girl in the mirror.

Wait a minute. How had she known that, Corinne wondered. How had she known that the man in the mirror was Robert?

But then of course who else could it have been? He was the master of Castle Macmillan and now he was her master, too. It all made perfect sense.

“You know,” the man said, “I think you do have what it takes to be one of our special maids but really, the choice is up to you. Do you want to be a special maid?”

It really wasn’t like there was much of a choice because the answer was so obvious, Corinne thought “Of course I want to be a maid here, but what am I going to tell my boyfriend?”

Robert smiled at her. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about on that account,” he said.

“Why?”

Marvin stepped up to the reception desk where Robert was there to greet him. “Are you checking out, sir?” Robert asked.

“Yes, I am.”

“Very good,sir, and how was your stay here with us?”

“It was fantastic.”

“That’s just what we like to hear, sir. We’re glad you enjoyed your stay.”

“I certainly did. In fact, I was thinking the next time I come here, I might want to bring my girlfriend.”

“Well, I’m sure we’d like to have the both of you here so please do keep us in mind when you’re making your vacation plans.”

“I’ll do that,” Marvin said.

Robert watched the man leave and then he rang a bell. “Corinne,” the man called out. “The master suite is now empty. Please go and clean it as we have new guests expected in later today.”

Marvin hardly paid any attention to the maid who was approaching the desk. After all, he’d come here alone and he had a girlfriend waiting for him at home.

“Yes, sir,” the girl said even as she scampered off to do exactly what she’d been told to do. She hoped that Robert would be coming along shortly to inspect her work and whatever else he might choose to inspect as well.

Robert Macmillan watched the girl go. Cute, little ass she had there, he thought. In fact ... he was due for a break and the way he saw it, who better to spend his time with than a cute, little maid who was willing to show him just how good she was. Yes indeed, the man thought, it was good to be the master of your own castle.