The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Lauren stretched awake like a bored cat, groaning happily to herself at the great night’s sleep. She rolled over and blinked in surprise at her boyfriend standing over the bed, straightening the tie to his crisp black suit.

“Morning sleepyhead. I was afraid you were never going to wake up.”

“Yeah, I slept pretty well last night,” Lauren muttered sheepishly.

“I’d stick around for breakfast but I’ve got to run to work.” Sure enough he was picking up a suitcase, doing a last check that his hair was properly done up. Lauren slipped out of bed, finding herself only in a pair of panties. She quickly covered up her breasts which only made her boyfriend laugh, the sound deep and calming to her. He put down the briefcase and gingerly took her arms, pulling them away with no resistance as he appreciated the lovely sight of her breasts. Lauren found herself heating up, becoming aroused knowing her boyfriend enjoyed the view. She allowed him to kiss her deeply on the lips, but he quickly had to force himself away.

“You really know how to tempt a man to call out of work, but the office needs me.” Her boyfriend was laughing casually and Lauren found herself following him to the door. She even reached out and kissed him on the cheek, feeling it was the right thing to do.

“Love you, Lauren, see you tonight.”

“Of course. Love you… honey.”

Her boyfriend offered another of those sharp, delightful laughs before he turned and shut the door. Lauren was smiling sadly, happy with the brief encounter but wishing he could have stayed longer. There was one problem though, something nagging at her mind.

“When the hell did I get a boyfriend?” Lauren asked herself out loud. The last she remembered she’d gone to sleep single. It was even a running joke among her friends that the hardworking Lauren would become one of the most influential spinsters in the business world, unless she forced one of the male interns to marry her.

When Lauren woke up and saw him standing there she’d acted on instinct, too embarrassed to do anything but play along. Maybe he’d made the same mistake too, woken up beside the wrong girlfriend and was trying to bluff his way out the door before she caught on. Except that despite all logical evidence, Lauren knew the man was her boyfriend. She’d felt it as a certainty in her heart the second she laid eyes on him. She had no clue what his name might be, but the fact that they were dating was as natural as gravity keeping you to the floor.

So if they were dating, why couldn’t she remember him? Lauren wandered back to the bedroom, dressing herself in a comfortable pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. She crinkled her nose, wondering if that was right. Wasn’t today Tuesday? She should be dressing for work. Of course, if she apparently got herself a boyfriend then who knew how much time she’d lost.

Lauren checked her phone and nodded to herself that it was Tuesday the 17th, which meant she had the date right, yet somehow she knew she didn’t need to go for the combative business suit she wore to the office. The thought worried her for a second, but then she let it go. She must have the day off or something, and these clothes were much more comfortable than the pantsuit. Lord knows she needed a day off too. The stress had been starting to get to her. She’d apparently picked up a boyfriend the night before after all.

Suddenly something clicked in the back of her mind and Lauren pulled her phone back out, staring in shock at the screen. It was no longer the cute picture of an adorable pug sitting in a garden, but instead was apparently a selfie of her on a ferris wheel. Well, to be more precise, it was a picture of her sitting in the strange boyfriend’s lap, laughing and smiling as he kissed her neck.

The sense of vertigo hit her without warning, the entire world suddenly seeming to become less solid, swimming around her uncertainly. Staring at the picture she’d never seen before, Lauren felt that same sense of certainty that she’d absolutely taken this picture, same as she knew that man was her boyfriend and she loved him deeply. It was the photo evidence of how happy she was, some Lauren she couldn’t remember having the time of her life with a boyfriend she didn’t know. For some reason Lauren didn’t feel concerned over the amnesia, but rather felt jealous, wishing she could have been the one on that ferris wheel. She closed her eyes and still saw the picture in her head, wishing to herself that it was a mirror and that she would be able to have a fun night like that.

Then she felt his lips on her neck, the tender scratch of his stubble on her skin and Lauren found herself moaning suddenly, then laughing in delighted surprise.

“David, you made me mess up the picture,” she whined, turning the phone around to show him. He gave her another of those winning smiles she’d instantly come to love.

“It seems perfect to me, Lauren. And you looked so good I couldn’t help but sneak a taste.”

Lauren was blushing, staring away at the carnival beneath them as she tried to gather her thoughts. She’d been dragged out by her friends, convinced that they were trying to set her up with another of their boring co-workers. Sure enough, Bill was insufferably dull even for an actuary and Lauren had just gone marching off out of the festivities, scowling at every clown and kid eating cotton candy she’d seen and wondering why life had to be so difficult for her.

Then she’d blindly bumped into someone passing by. Lauren couldn’t help but unleash her anger, shouting every obscenity she knew. The man just stood there smiling at her fury like he was enjoying the sight of a hurricane washing over a defenseless village. The cocky smirk only set Lauren off worse.

“What the fuck are you smiling for? Do you always enjoy ruining someone’s night?”

“No, I just love the look on some stuck up girl’s face before I wipe it away forever.”

“Who do you think you—”

A blinding flash of light struck her, seeming to contain every color at once. Lauren stood there blinking, unsure of how long. Slowly she was aware that someone was talking to her, their voice smooth and delicious and she only wanted to stay listening forever. Somehow though Lauren knew she had to return and shook her head, glancing around in confusion. The man was still standing there, giving a charming smile as he fiddled with a camera in his hand.

“Who are- where are…” Lauren shook her head again, trying to blow out the cobwebs that were muddying her thoughts. “I… Were you saying something?”

“Just that I love seeing angry girls when they smile again,” he replied, his words somehow filling her with soothing warmth. The second she heard his voice, Lauren felt the anger drain away and she could only wonder why she could have possibly been upset in the first place. Colors swirled across her vision from the camera flash, crimson and green pixies flitting past her eyes as she stared at his perfect smile, and a similar smile formed on her own lips.

“See, there it is,” he said triumphantly. Lauren couldn’t help but laugh, feeling so pleased that she was able to help him in any way.

After that the night had become some surreal dream. The carnival lights shone brighter, the food tasted fantastic; it was as if he’d led her into some strange place where all of her senses were supercharged with happiness. And then there was the cameraman himself. David. God, even the name was perfect. She was certain he had to have been summoned straight out of a romantic comedy as he never seemed to hit an off note. Every compliment made her heart flutter in a swarm of butterflies and each joke he made was pure gold. She didn’t always understand them, sometimes they didn’t even make sense, but Lauren always doubled over laughing so they must have been great.

David was even kind enough to keep taking pictures the entire night. To remember the wild occasion, he’d told her. He mostly seemed to only take pictures of her though, and often when she was least expecting it, but afterward as the fuzzy colors swirled across her vision Lauren was always more than willing to forgive him. The entire night ended up there in the ferris wheel, Lauren taking a picture on her camera for once. Only just as the camera flashed David was kissing at her neck, the touch of his lips making her body practically melt. Normally she’d have slapped a man for making such a forward move without her permission. Not David, though. She felt comfortable letting him do whatever he wanted. Even as he pulled away from her neck Lauren wanted to drop to her knees, beg him to play with her tits or eat her out. Even fuck her right there in the ferris wheel. Everything else about the night had been perfect, so she wanted to experience how exquisite being taken by David would be.

Part of her wondered if this made her a slut. Luckily those warm and flashing thoughts in her head told her that wasn’t the case. Those strange thoughts had been filling her all night, reminding her of the burst of light from David’s camera. They told her that she’d never do those things with anyone else, only with David. Which meant that it was David who was special.

Lauren licked her lips, her clothes too tight. She needed to get out of them right away.

“If you’re going to sneak a kiss, you could at least do it right.” The words came tumbling out, surprising herself.

“Is that all you want?” David smirked. “Just a kiss?”

“No,” Lauren answered quietly, heart racing.

“Tell me what you want then, Lauren.”

Her body was aching for his touch, begging to be used, all of the sensations overwhelming her. There was so much that she wanted, how could she possibly ask for it all when she didn’t even know where to start. Then the words came to her, as if they were already in her head and waiting to be spoken.

“Whatever you want, David. Take me. Use me. I’m yours.”

He held her in those strong arms and stripped off her clothes, taking full advantage of what she’d given him. Lauren had begged him to take everything from her, and that night he did.

Lauren shuddered in pleasure, blinking in surprise when she found she was standing in her bedroom with her phone in her hand. It had been so real. Felt like only seconds ago she’d been high above the carnival, the ferris wheel rocking with the rhythm of David fucking her, Lauren staring up into the lovely blinking stars as he whispered to her.

She shook her head, shutting off the phone and putting it away. David. So the mystery boyfriend had a name. Only now that she remembered how they met was he really a mystery anymore? He was the same sweet, charming David she’d instantly fallen for. She’d practically thrown herself at him that night, and that just wasn’t who she was. She’d never been so bold before. Something had to be wrong.

As she hurried out of the bedroom, though, she became less certain. She immediately noticed that the apartment had been redecorated, filled with evidence of her living a happy life with this David. Framed pictures on the wall, snapshots of their whirlwind romance. The changes gave her that same strange vertigo that struck Lauren when she first saw her boyfriend. Knowing that she hadn’t been there for any of this, that it couldn’t possibly be here. And yet…

She remembered posing for each of the pictures. Remembered every date that the keepsakes and small toys had come from. That they’d moved in together after dating for only a short while. As if there were an entire life she lived that Lauren had just happened to forget about. But she always believed herself to be a practical person. Even if she didn’t remember David, the apartment clearly did. Which meant that she had to be the one mistaken.

Lauren wandered into the kitchen as she held her head, trying to figure out just what might be wrong with her. Amnesia? Hysterical memory loss? Had she hit her head the day before? She didn’t remember getting hit, but then that was the point. Breakfast. She needed something to eat, surely some food would get her head on right. There was bound to be something to heat up, or she could head to the bagel place up the block. Her fingers were tying the strings to the apron when she froze, staring in the mirror in surprise. She had certainly never owned an apron before, and yet she’d just slipped the white and pink apron on as if it were an old habit. Why did she even have something as ridiculously girly as this?

Because David bought it for her.

The realization seemed to come to her as she ran her fingers over the soft fabric of the apron. Yes, now that she caressed the material, Lauren knew that the touch was familiar, almost intimate. David had bought her the apron because it looked cute on her whenever she cooked. Which was ridiculous of course, Lauren was one of the worst cooks she knew. She really must love David if she’d ever wear such a ridiculous thing. Only as she gazed at herself in the kitchen mirror, twirling back and forth to make the apron swirl around her, Lauren had to admit she didn’t look ridiculous. In fact, she was surprised to find how cute it was on her.

David clearly felt the same way, always whistling happily whenever he came home and found her cooking. “Mhm, that smells delicious, Lauren.”

Lauren frowned at the memory. That couldn’t be right. She’d accepted by now that they were dating; Lauren couldn’t argue with the evidence at hand, but that her cooking would smell enticing in any way was too ridiculous too be real. She seemed to slip deeper into the memory, was almost able to see David walking into the kitchen and announcing how great it smelt. Caught between the memory and reality Lauren opened her mouth to argue, but one breath and her eyes lit up. She took another sniff, inhaling the delicious smell of roast beef and baked potatoes, seasoned to perfection. Lauren glanced down at the counter and saw the amazing meal laid out. What’s more, the recipe for it was on the tip of her tongue, remembering every small detailed step that went into preparing the food.

“Holy crap,” she muttered to herself. “I can cook.”

“You certainly can,” David said as he put his arms around her, Lauren moaning softly into the touch as her boyfriend embraced her. It felt so real she wasn’t certain if he was imagination or truly there, only it didn’t really matter. Lauren felt so perfect and safe in his arms that she melted into the hug, rocking back and forth softly with him. “To be fair you couldn’t cook at all when we started dating.”

“I couldn’t?” Lauren asked dreamily, her eyes closed.

“No, you had to keep practicing every night, but you’ve certainly mastered it now. Just smell how delicious it is.”

She took a deep breath, humming happily. It wasn’t just from the food, or the thought of how lovely eating dinner together will be. She could smell him, his aftershave and the sweet scent of his sweat from a long day at work. Smelling his sweat always made her think of sex, how wild he would be with her, and Lauren let herself become more turned on.

“Cooking every night. I sound like a housewife,” Lauren said with a mocking laugh.

“And what’s so wrong with that, Lauren?”

“I’m not one for being domestic,” she protested, eyes still held shut so she wouldn’t slip out of this sublime memory.

“Tell me. You like cooking for me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she answered quickly, knowing it was true. Somehow the thought that what she did pleased David filled her with such a deep sense of pride.

“And cleaning the apartment for me. Don’t you love that too?”

“I… I do. Of course I do.” Lauren hadn’t even thought of cleaning, but now that he’d said it Lauren was able to remember meticulously cleaning the apartment each day. Dusting and sweeping and mopping, wanting everything to look perfect for when he got home. She wanted to laugh, or insult herself, but knew it was wrong. So what if it seemed domestic, even a little submissive and degrading to cook and clean. No matter how she felt about it before Lauren knew she enjoyed it deeply. Even more so because of how it pleased David.

“So is that ridiculous, Lauren?”

“No. It makes me feel really good. Like I’m useful, which sounds pathetic.”

“It sounds perfect,” David said as he kissed the back of her neck, Lauren nearly melting to the floor at the touch.

“Mhm, perfect. I’m sorry I forgot you,” Lauren found herself admitting.

“It’s alright, dear. You’ll remember soon.”

Lauren couldn’t think of a response and just giggled, which seemed right.

“It is pretty impressive,” she said, smiling. “Managing to cook and clean on top of my job. How do I manage to have any time for you?”

“Well, it became much easier when you quit your job,” he said easily.

“What!?”

Her eyes snapped open and David vanished, leaving her alone in the kitchen as her anger burst like fireworks. What the hell did he mean that she quit her job? She would never-

Lauren looked down at the comfortable clothes she wore under the apron. They’d felt so natural to wear even though it was a workday, as if she wore something simple every day. As if she spent each day cooking and cleaning instead of stressing away in some stuffy office, toiling away at unrewarding work while never being appreciated. Lauren felt dizzy, something wasn’t right. She tried to think of her office again, the one she’d worked so hard to gain, but it only brought up memories of how unhappy she was there. A life of nothing but stress and anxiety.

Not like working at home. Here she could be comfortable, nice and relaxed. Above all else she was rewarded too. Every time that David came home and complimented the clean apartment her heart soared. Every time he happily enjoyed one of her dinners Laurens body lit up with pleasure. That she could make someone that happy seemed like the only thing that truly mattered.

“But… my job,” she muttered to herself, trying to take control of the conversation in her head. She knew she’d enjoyed her job, but now it felt almost painful to think of that depressing office, while thoughts of being some domestic servant filled her with an almost drug-like high. Something had to be wrong. Lauren would never settle for being under someone’s thumb like this. There had to be some explanation for what was happening to her.

Lauren marched out of the kitchen, stopping long enough to strip off the pink apron. Her fingers lingered on the soft fabric, almost not wanting to let it go, but she forced herself to leave it on the counter. Though she made sure to fold it first, it seemed only proper. No matter how confused she might be, Lauren knew who she was inside and was hellbent on discovering the truth. The next room was a spare bedroom she’d used as a home office, no doubt this ‘boyfriend’ of hers had taken over that room as well. If nothing else she’d find some clues about where he worked and what he might have done to her.

She entered the room filled with determination, but what Lauren saw when she opened the door stopped her cold in her tracks. She blinked, almost unable to believe her eyes. Slowly she dropped to her knees and picked up one of the strange objects, yet just like with the apron the touch of it was instantly familiar to her. Lauren held the ballgag by the leather straps on either side, staring with her mouth open wide in shock at the collection of sex toys left across the room. Then it struck her that waiting on her knees with her mouth open was probably what sluts did before they had such a humiliating gag used on them and promptly shut her mouth. She was ready to toss the thing across the room, was nearly about to do it. Except.

Except that Lauren couldn’t deny that she’d held the ballgag before, even if she couldn’t precisely remember. No doubt like the apron he’d made her wear, David had used this shocking collection of fetish gear on her as well. She knew she should have left then, but her curiosity was too great to resist. When she’d seen the photo of her and the mysterious boyfriend she’d remembered that first date. Same with the apron. Which meant the same might be true here.

Lauren took a quick look back through the doorway, not sure who would be there but wanting to be certain no one would be about to see what she was about to do next. What was a little humiliation if it meant getting her memories back? Cheeks burning with shame Lauren opened her mouth and slid the bright red ball past her lips, her tongue instantly adjusting it to sit comfortably by muscle memory. She brushed her hair away from her neck and brought the leather straps around to the back of her head, fumbling to try and click them into place. The gag had gone in so smoothly, why was this part so difficult? The answer of course was obvious. She normally wasn’t the one who locked it in place.

“Having trouble, pet?”

Lauren froze, panicking at the thought of David returning and catching her like this. She spun around onto her ass and stammered an explanation, but with the ballgag still in place Lauren only made anxious, muffled noises. Only the strange man wasn’t there. Lauren was still alone in the apartment.

“Poor thing, you can’t take care of yourself, can you?” The voice called out again, only a ghost from the past. Lauren bristled at his cocky tone, feeling foolish enough already trying to use such a toy on herself. “Would you like help with that, pet?”

Lauren was ready to spit the gag out in defiance, but then she’d be left alone with no answers. The way the memories unfolded was like her acting in a play, just as it happened in the kitchen. Which meant if she wanted to know what he did to her, then she had no choice but to play the part.

“Mhy vhaant—” Lauren spoke into the gag and stopped, nodding her head instead.

“Good girl,” his voice called back. “Bow your head for me.”

Face flushing with anger she lowered her head.

“Lower than that. To the floor, slut.”

Lauren’s eyes flashed up angrily, but there was no one there to fight. Still, it meant that David had called her a slut at least once before, which should have earned him a black eye. To call her something like that made her… made her…

Horny, she realized in shock. She was still on her knees, the rough fabric of the rug scratching into her skin but the heat between her legs was undeniable. Was she actually getting aroused being humiliated like this?

“I said head on the floor, slut.”

Pleasure shivered through her body, assuring her that she very much was getting off on the name. Feeling dizzy now, Lauren obeyed and lowered her head until her forehead touched the carpet. She had to raise her ass up higher to do it, so that she was almost on all fours. She felt rough hands at the back of her neck then, taking the leather straps from her and securing them. She was breathing fast, thoughts swimming, feeling herself losing all control of the situation. That’s what all of this fetish stuff was about though, wasn’t it? That he would be in complete control, which meant that she was the one who obeyed.

“There, isn’t that better, Lauren.”

Slowly she nodded her head, not daring to lift it yet.

“Good, I see you’ve already stripped for me too.”

Lauren opened her eyes and looked down in surprise. She saw her body upside down, waiting on hands and knees and sure enough she was completely naked. Her ample breasts were nearly dragging on the carpet, blocking most of her view. But in between her tits she saw David’s feet, the man standing over her and clearly appreciating the sight of her nude body.

“You must have been craving this. You’re cunt is practically dripping.” Lauren knew it had to be a lie, some attempt of his to talk dirty. Then without warning his fingers slid into her pussy and Lauren moaned loudly into the gag as they entered her. He pulled his fingers away with a wet pop and Lauren could actually feel how impossibly wet she was.

“Such a shameless little slut, you really do love this. Don’t you.”

“Yes Master.”

The words escaped her before she even knew it, and thankfully the ballgag made them nothing but a shameless moan. David’s mocking laugh sent chills of excitement through her. That confident laugh meant that he knew exactly what Lauren had said. No doubt because she always wound up moaning it over and over when he used her.

“Good slave. Now let’s start our fun.”

The sex slave whined happily as her Master lifted her back to her feet, backing the naked woman to the wall where the chains were waiting. She offered no resistance as He took her hands, locking her wrists with the heavy restraints. She’d never think of disobeying or trying to escape, Lauren would never leave her Master, but when the pleasure and torture began she’d lose all control of herself, writhing desperately as He pulled each sweet orgasm out of her body. She’d be a struggling mess, body lashing out from the sheer ecstasy. That’s why He held her down with the leather straps and the chains, to seal her in place with the pleasure.

She gasped into the ballgag as he puts the clamps on her nipples, the toys biting at her sensitive flesh with loving pleasure. Her Master tugged on them, yanking Lauren towards him until the chains were straining on her arms and legs to hold her back. A beautiful tug of war between her Master and the restraints, the sharp pain of being pulled in all directions only making her more excited, making the pleasure rise to greater heights. Suddenly the clamps popped free and she crashed back against the wall, panting and shaking as her pussy begged to be used.

He kissed at her neck as he slid the vibrator between her legs, the strong pulses making her lose all strength. Her legs collapsed and would have sent her tumbling to the ground if the restraints on her arms weren’t holding her up. Master always said that she looked like a puppet with the strings cut when she got this excited.

Lauren smiled happily against the gag, loving how she could please him. He turned the power on the toy up as he kissed her neck with more passion, the stubble of his short beard roughly scratching at her skin in the way she always loved. Her Master bit her, gently at first then growing rougher, right up to her limit before he pulled back. Her hips thrust out as the vibrator left her, needing more stimulation. Lauren stared at him pleadingly. She needed her Master’s touch.

“Is my horny slut already desperate to cum?”

She nodded her head weakly.

“Well, you have been good about cleaning lately. And your cooking has gotten much better too. So I’ll be nice today slave. I’ll let you cum after an hour of teasing.”

Lauren thought of what this sadistic, beautiful man could do to her in an hour, all the pain and ecstasy she’d endure. She nodded happily, smiling and grateful that he would be so merciful as to actually let her cum today. As the vibrator pressed back against her clit Lauren shut her eyes, moaning as she lost herself in the bliss of being his slave.

“Mhhhhm thank you Master. I live to be yours, Master. I’m your slut, your whore, your obedient slave. Fuck me, tie me up, I need to be used. I’ll always serve you, always love you. I exist to be yours, Master. Fuck your filthy little slut—”

Lauren writhed at the pleasure and threw her head back, roughly hitting it against the wall. She moaned at the sharp pleasure and licked her lips, but somehow the overwhelming sensations were fading now, leaving only the dull ache from the back of her head. She opened her eyes and saw that, to her dismay, she’d slipped back into reality, her Master gone. Disappointed, she turned to her arms and saw that she wasn’t tied in place, the chains dangling beside her instead, waiting to be used. Slowly she stepped away, discovering that her clothes were still in place. It was all just the fantasy then.

As she took another step she felt her soaked panties, staring in shock at the dark stain her gushing pussy had left against the sweat pants. Even the gag had never really been there, lying forgotten on the floor from where the David in the memory had taken her.

So it was true. David really was some fetish dominant that wanted to make her do nothing but cook and clean when he wasn’t fucking her like some degraded sex slave. And honestly Lauren felt that she couldn’t be any happier. She knew it was wrong. Lauren had always been an independent woman, but she’d never experienced anything in her life close to what she’d just felt. And that was only a memory too. When David really did use her like that the sensations were no doubt even stronger. There were so many other toys left out too. Riding crops and handcuffs, plugs and dildos of all sizes. Lauren wanted to strip and use them all right now, to relearn all of the deviant fun she’d somehow forgotten, knowing she was missing out.

Only that wouldn’t be right. She’d spend all day fucking herself and then what would David come home to? The place would still be a mess. Not to mention there wouldn’t be any food. Just a shameless slut who couldn’t control herself. Lauren felt her pride hurt. She was better then that. She could control her horny body enough to get her chores done first. That’s what she was meant to do after all. What her Master had trained her to do.

Her Master. Just the thought of it sent thrills to her. She picked up the ballgag and toyed with it in her fingers, remarking on how the morning had changed for her. She spotted a cabinet in the corner of the room and found herself walking to it, not knowing why. Once she opened it up, however, she squealed in excitement, taking in the impressive display of sex toys. Her Master really had some great taste. What really caught her eye were two more ballgags, one all black with holes to breath through and another that was shaped like a cute pink bone. Lauren blushed, almost able to remember those being used on her. But between the two toys was an empty space, and on instinct she lifted up the red ballgag in her hands and put it back with the others.

The pleasure caught her by surprise so hard she nearly buckled, gasping in delight. More than anything else that morning that pulse of pure pleasure felt completely familiar to her, as if on some level she knew she was missing it all along. Holding onto the cabinet to get control of herself, she noticed all of the other blank spaces in the display of sex toys before her eyes wandered over the toys left scattered around the room.

Lauren cleaned diligently, running back and forth around the room as she put each of the toys back in its rightful place. Every time she slid one of the fetish toys back to its home she received the same rewarding blast of pleasure. Her pussy was dripping from the crackling sensations, nipples poking through her shirt and begging to be teased and tortured. Lauren even thought she was drooling a bit, her thoughts starting to become fuzzy. If she kept this up she started to wonder if she’d even be able to think at all. Maybe she’d become lost to the exquisite bliss, nothing but a sex toy herself, wandering around the apartment with no thoughts of her own. That thought alone made her suddenly slap her ass with the riding crop she was holding, crying out as the sharp crack of it mixed with the pleasure coursing through her. God, that sounded like the perfect way to spend the day.

Whimpering delightedly as her trembling fingers put the riding crop back in its place, Lauren spun around purposefully to find the next toy to clean up, only to discover the room was neat and clean. She blinked, her muddled brain trying to comprehend what was happening. There was… nothing left to put away? Instantly she was hit with crushing despair, the strange pleasure already starting to fade. It wasn’t fair, she wanted to feel even better. It had felt as though the pleasure was building her up to something beautiful and now it was taken away. Briefly, she considered tossing the toys back on the floor to put away again, but she didn’t dare do something as terrible as make a mess. Master would be furious at her if she messed up the apartment.

Her eyes lit up as Lauren cried out with joy. The apartment! She ran to the door and saw the kitchen and the living room beyond, even her own bedroom with the bed left unmade and laundry strewn on the floor. Lauren still had an entire apartment to clean! Not to mention dinner to cook, which she was sure would be just as rewarding. She saw the apron, the pink thing no longer seeming strange or degrading to Lauren. Now she couldn’t wait to put it on and be cute and presentable for Master as she cleaned their apartment. Lauren reached out for it, but something held her hand back, a voice in the back of her head advising her that she still wasn’t finished in the play room.

Confused, Lauren turned and surveyed the room, knowing she’d made it spotless already. She’d even dusted off the chair in the corner of the room. Although, now that Lauren thought about it, why was there a chair facing the closet door? It hadn’t been there before. Well, the before time when this used to be a boring office for her crappy job. Now that it was the fun play room where Master could abuse her, Lauren loved the room even more, and somehow she knew the chair was supposed to be there. Gently she opened up the closet door and saw an old television stuffed inside, a gleaming silver camera left on top.

Cold shivers ran down her back and Lauren didn’t know why.

Maybe Master used the camera to record their sessions together? Somehow Lauren knew that wasn’t right. She reached out to turn the TV on but the screen went to static without any cable box attached to it. She noticed a DVD player besides the TV and hit play, wondering nervously what she might find.

The screen lit up and Lauren saw herself, naked and sitting in the chair. Her mouth hung open, drool glistening on her lips as her empty eyes stared forward. Suddenly a bright flash of color washed over the girl on the screen, the television Lauren gasping and moaning in ecstasy. Another pulse of light played over her, and now Lauren could see that it was a mix of different colors swirling in the bright flash. Somehow seeing the colors projected on her naked self made Lauren think of her first date with David. Why would the flashing light remind her of that?

“I obey David, my Master,” the recorded Lauren said. She talked slowly, as if she were drunk.

Another pulse of light hit her, the naked girl smiling absently.

“I obey his will without resistance. I exist to serve him.”

Flash. Her body painted in bright colors.

“I will forget about my old life before I met David.”

Lights. Colors. Pleasure. Lauren moaning.

“I am only his slave now. As he has brainwashed me to become. I am his perfect slave.”

Lauren stared in shock, watching the display on the television. Another pulse of light hit her recorded self and the real Lauren moaned with her, fingers rubbing a little faster at her soaked pussy. Suddenly Lauren caught herself and pulled her hand away, staring at the traitorous fingers.

So this is what David had done to her. Why she’d quit her job. How she’d let herself be abused and dominated like some submissive slut. Why she couldn’t remember what had happened to her life.

She didn’t know how, but David had found a way to brainwash her. To condition her thoughts into serving him. Then all at once it clicked, the memory of how they’d met on her first date. David had taken a picture of her with a bright flash, just like the one being used on the past Lauren, still trapped naked and hypnotized inside the television. From the first moment they met David must have been manipulating her thoughts. Changing the very core of who she was.

Lauren turned the television off and marched out of the room, heading for the front door. She wasn’t sure what had allowed her to wake up as herself today, but being her old self meant she had a chance to escape. The feeling of her panties squishing between her legs made her realize that her leaking pussy had stained the pants almost to her knees. She couldn’t go out like this, where everyone could see what a shameless slut she was. She just needed to change her clothes, could even pack up a few things to prepare. Maybe tidy the room up while she was there, it was a mess after all. And she can-

Lauren slapped herself across the face, scattering her thoughts. No, if she went back to her bedroom she’d only find more evidence of how David had manipulated her, more traps laying in wait, ready to brainwash her into a mindless bimbo again. Instead she’d run out the door, try to explain everything to her friends or the police. Then she’d be able to have her old life back.

Her hand froze on the doorknob just before she turned it. Her old life back. The job she toiled away at each day in hopes of getting a promotion so she wouldn’t have to work as much, though in truth it would probably only bring more work. A failed love life, with her being too stuck up and simultaneously insecure to actually connect with anyone. Even her friends didn’t like Lauren, not really. She’d heard them talking about her behind her back enough times to know. In truth she didn’t like them that much other. Friends were just something you were supposed to have. Like you were supposed to work at a job you hated and go on dates you’d later regret. All in the hope that someday you’d find the happiness to make it all worth it.

Except Lauren had already found happiness as a slave in the apartment.

It wasn’t the thought that shocked her, as voices in the back of her head had been hissing words like that to her since she made up her mind to leave. What surprised her was that this thought was in her own voice. Even if she’d been brainwashed before, she actually did feel happy cooking and cleaning for David. And she was ecstatic about the wild sex they’d have. David might have programmed her into being his submissive slave, but now that the memories had almost entirely returned to her Lauren had to admit to herself that she actually enjoyed all of it too.

She knew she shouldn’t enjoy being a slave, that it was everything she’d been against before, but a simple life of pleasure, never having anything to truly worry over, and a handsome man to please and care for her every night? Wasn’t that the goal she’d wanted all along?

Maybe it was a little unorthodox, but maybe this is the happy ending Lauren had always craved for herself. Which meant she knew what she had to do.

Lauren marched back into the playroom, stripping off her shirt and sweat pants and wet panties, piling them neatly into the corner. She’d clean them later, when she was ready. Seating herself in front of the television, Lauren fiddled with the buttons on the camera and the DVD player, setting it up to record her as Master had instructed. When it was all set up and ready Lauren set the timer on the camera and settled back in the chair, taking a deep breath to try and calm her nerves.

This was it, the end of her old life completely. She’d be surrendering everything she used to be, the proud woman she once was. And for what? To live in mind-numbing pleasure for the rest of her life?

That sounded perfect to her. Lauren smiled as the first flash hit her, colors seeping into her mind and instantly drowning her thoughts in bliss. She thought she’d last longer being awake like this, but Lauren was dropping instantly, losing all sense of herself as the flashing lights took her mind away. Then with each pulse new thoughts were planted to fill her empty head.

“I obey David, my Master,” her mouth recited.

“I obey his will without resistance. I exist to serve him.”

Flash. Her body painted in bright colors washing exquisitely over her body.

“I will forget about my old life before I met David.”

Lights. Colors. Pleasure. Lauren moaning.

“I am only his slave now. As he has brainwashed me to become. I am his perfect slave.”

Lauren smiled for the camera, for her Master who would be watching when he came home. With her last thought, she thanked him for making her so happy. Then with another burst of color she was gone, Lauren melting into the pleasure of being his slave.

An hour later Lauren opened her eyes, an obedient doll who was ready to follow her programming. She skipped out of the room naked, her thighs dripping from her lust. Humming happily, the slave slipped the pink apron on, delighting in how cute it looked upon her. From a bread box hidden in the corner of the kitchen counter Lauren took out her hidden cell phone. Her hand played with herself underneath the apron, her delighted gasps mixing with the dial tone until she heard her Master’s voice.

“Hello slave, you’re calling earlier than usual today.”

“It was a great day, Master,” she answered with excitement clear in her voice.

“What happened? Did Lauren slip up and get herself caught in the programming again?”

“Noooo,” the slave said, teasing. She did love it when Lauren would stare at the photo on her old cell phone, remembering the day at the carnival and lingering a little too long at the memory of Master’s flashing lights. Some days Lauren wouldn’t even make it out of the bedroom before she became a slave again, which the airheaded doll thought was hilarious. Of course, the old phone couldn’t make calls anymore. It was just the first trap for Lauren to be caught in each morning.

“Tell me,” he commanded, a rush of icy water washing over the slave before she became filled with burning lust.

“Yes, Master. Lauren surrendered today.”

There was a moment of stunned silence. “She did what?”

“She enjoyed herself in the play room, like you programmed us to do. Although I think she enjoyed it a little more today than usual. And once she found the television in the cabinet she realized how you’ve been brainwashing me. Her. Us,” the slave said, giggling. It was so hard to keep track sometimes.

“Yes, yes. I’m the one who scheduled Lauren’s morning, after all. Tell me what happened differently.”

“Lauren was running off for the door to escape, like usual. But before she could open the door and set off the strobe lights you have strapped to the door to brainwash her again, Lauren stopped. She thought about her old life and wondered if she really wanted to go back.”

“Go on,” Master said quietly, but the naked slave could sense his undivided interest.

“Lauren remembered her old life before she met you and then thought about the absolutely amazing orgasms you give us, and all of the other fun. And then she marched back to the play room and turned the camera on herself.”

“She did?” The pride in his voice filled her with joy. “This is great. I thought that creating this little journey for her every morning might have been too much. After all, with Lauren free of my control any accident could let her out into the street and she’d be gone from me forever.”

“Master, no! I never want to leave you!”

“I know you don’t, slave. You’re so perfectly loyal.” The slave purred to herself as his words caressed her mind, sliding her fingers into her pussy. “But you see what this means, don’t you?”

“Um, Lauren likes to have fun?”

“Sorry, slave. I forgot it’s mean to ask you questions I made you too dumb to answer.”

“As long as you apologize,” the slave replied happily.

“It means that even when I break her free of my control, Lauren would accept living with me. That she wants all of the things I can turn her into. Just think of the cranky, humorless workaholic she was before. It’s taken three months but she’s starting to become you all on her own.”

“That’s great, Master,” Lauren said, truthfully. It was strange for the slave, knowing there was a part of her that didn’t want to be an empty slave. A part of her that wasn’t devoted to her Master. But now her boring sister self was learning how much fun being a slave was. “Does that mean we don’t have to make her remember the programming each morning?”

“Well, a few more weeks of the program to make sure. But if Lauren ends up brainwashing herself willingly everyday, I think she’ll be close to becoming you every waking second of her life.”

“Yay!” The slave cried out in delight, eager to please.

“Now we certainly need to celebrate tonight. Make us a lovely dinner and I’ll pick up a bottle of wine. I think you’ve earned some extra time in the play room tonight.”

“Umm, Master?”

“Yes, slave?” he asked, curious.

“Could we use the gag tonight? The red one? Lauren really wanted it used on her, so maybe tomorrow she can have that memory pop up in her head.”

“That’s an excellent idea. We could even try to wake Lauren up, let her experience it for herself.”

The slave bit her lip. She was supposed to help Master corrupt her other self, but she hated whenever she had to go away.

“Do I have to go? I want to play too.”

“Don’t worry, slave. Just a few more weeks and then there won’t be the two of you anymore. No more sweet, happy slave and sad, boring free Lauren. Instead, you’ll both be exactly the same type of devoted slave. Now how does that sound?”

“Always being able to serve my Master and be your fucktoy? It sounds perfect.”

Slave Lauren hung up the phone and hummed to herself, glad that today was such a special day. She felt amazing for some reason. Maybe it was because Lauren wasn’t in the back of her head, trying to convince her to escape or go for help. That voice always did drag her down. But now the voice was quiet. Not like it was gone or anything. The slave could feel Lauren with her still, watching quietly. Today though, Boring Lauren wasn’t concerned with escaping. Yes, that’s why she felt so great. Today, Boring Lauren was watching as the naked doll took out the food to cook the meal, observing her to try and learn how to do it herself. Lauren would watch the slave clean the apartment too, to find out just how David liked everything.

But most of all, the slave felt how aroused Lauren’s thoughts were, imagining what would happen to them when Master got home. Anxiously wondering what toys he would use. How he might tie them up and bind them in place. How he was going to empty their minds and program them more and more.

“Just wait, sweetie,” the slave said out loud, knowing her old self could hear. “You’re going to love serving as Master’s fucktoy.” Then as she was setting out the bowls the slave felt her mouth open, words tumbling out before she could stop herself. Someone else speaking through her, like a puppet.

The slave heard herself say “I can’t wait.”

The naked woman smiled to herself, her mind in full agreement. This really did make everything feel more wonderful. Master was sure to be pleased with them. Then they could spend the night creating wonderful new memories for herself to discover in the morning.