The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Mistress Forced Me Into Haigure And I Loved It

By Mr. Scade

I walked alongside a row of foot-tall bushes and up three concrete steps before I knocked on the wooden door. I looked over my shoulder, wondering if anyone was spying on me while I waited for the door to open. I waited a minute and heard nothing inside. I knocked again, this time harder. Nothing.

I checked my watch, thinking that perhaps I was late. One forty-three, it read. As usual, I was ten minutes early. I knocked again.

“Hello, Flamingo.” A sudden soothing and powerful voice called behind me.

I quickly lowered my head, pressed my hands against my chest, and felt the hairs on my nape stand. I took a breath, allowing the surprise to die out, as I realized that just a handful of people knew that name.

I turned around.

“Oh! There you are.” I said merrily. “You surprised me, Brit.”

Brit smirked and then chuckled. “That was the point, silly.” Her laughter was a shriek that always made me nervous as it had the tendency to alert others of our presence and, sometimes, of our doings. I waited for it to stop, feeling a bit angry at the way she called me ‘silly’.

“Are you ready?” I said once her laughter stopped.

Brit raised one eyebrow and stared blankly at me. “Ready for what?”

“You know...” I whispered. “Today’s thing.” I winked, really hoping she remembered; I had no intention of saying it out loud.

Brit thought for a second, her eyes looking at the hair covering half of her face, before her face brightened with recollection. “Oh, that!” She frowned and smiled all in one second. “I thought you were talking about our Scrabble game.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Isn’t that why we are here today?” Her eyes were quizzical.

“Eh, no.” I whispered.

“Then,” She smiled and then understood where she was getting at. “Why are we here?” She pronounced the words slowly.

She wanted me to say it out loud. I didn’t want to, I really didn’t want to say it! But she had a way of making me say things like that. I know I could’ve simply shook my head and say I wouldn’t do it, but something about her voice compelled me to do it.

“Our,” My voice was lower than a whisper. “session.”

“Our what!?” She screamed, her hands on her hips.

I whispered again, my eyes slowly closing; I was bracing myself for the embarrassment that was to follow.

“Our session!” My mouth opened wide, my voice echoed all around the neighbourhood. I knew no one would understand what those words meant, but that didn’t change the fact that I knew what they meant.

“You didn’t have to scream it.” She licked her lips and chuckled, clearly enjoying herself. “Anyway!” She then exclaimed and jumped a bit before she walked towards the door behind me. “Time to have some fun.”

I smiled; blushing a bit as she walked past me and skilfully opened the door. She beckoned me to follow her. I tried to keep my composure, to hide my excitement as I followed Brit into her house. It was difficult with her chuckling and fake-moaning as she guided me down a hallway and then up some stairs. Then my composure broke when I realized that this was the first time she had allowed me upstairs—all other times we had played in the basement. Brit had always been reluctant to allow me into her home, no matter what. But now, after so many years, for her to let me in... oh, I felt so happy!

Brit turned and walked into a very big room with a lot of mirrors covering the walls and even the ceiling. The room was dark, lit only by the flickering light of candles; one in front of each mirror. The image was both haunting and calming; it immediately made me think of all the fun Brit allowed me to experience.

“I see you like candles,” I heard Brit say from far, far away. “You should just stare at them all day, pet.”

She was right, I did like candlelight.

I just nodded.

I nodded at what she said, and I nodded at that wonderful word—pet. I shivered slightly; hearing it come from her mouth was just so delicious! I kept on looking at the dancing lights on the mirrors and at my own image.

I felt Brit’s hand on my shoulders as she guided me somewhere deeper into the room—I had no idea, really, for those lights were just too interesting. Still looking at one mirror or another, I felt Brit sit me on a bed, a soft and silky bed.

“How are you feeling, my pet?” Brit whispered on my ear before she moved in front of me, her face the only thing I could see.

“So good, mistress.” I whispered back and she smiled. Oh, that smile! How happy it makes me feel!

“Good girl.”

I moaned slightly.

Brit stared into my eyes, her own were reflecting the dancing colours of the blinking lights that danced on the many mirrors.

“You trust me, don’t you?” She whispered.

“Yes... I do...” I said, unable to break the gaze.

“Good. You trust me. Remember that.” She whispered and I heard.

I felt my body tingle all over and my mind clearing of all conscious thought. Her voice was perfect, so alluring and so delicious—just like always. I ached to hear it, the one word that would make me hers completely, so I could once again become her little toy—just a plaything for her to enjoy.

I felt her hand wrap itself around my forearm, so soft and silky, as her eyes moved to meet mine. It was coming. I knew it! I could sense it, echoing in my mind, the hidden and secret word.

“Why don’t you lie on the bed, Phoebe?” She whispered and I complied, quickly yet softly lowering myself on the bed.

Brit moved her hand over my chest, softly unbuttoning my shirt as she kept on looking into my eyes.

“How do you feel?” She said, her voice a sensual purr.

“Good...” I whispered; though but Brit knew already how I felt.

“Very good, my toy.” She whispered and I felt her lips on mine as she removed the rest of my clothes. “Time to play, dolly girl.” She said and that was it.

My world went dark, the lights faded and her touches on my skin slowly became nothing. I was so relaxed, so deliciously gone that I couldn’t feel anything. I could only hear her voice, her delicious and soft voice, entering my mind. There was nothing but her voice.

“You are mine,” Her voice whispered.

“Yes.” My voice said.

“You obey me.”

“Yes.”

“You are Mistress’s plaything—her doll.” The voice purred.

“I am.” My voice said.

“You will do everything I say. You will obey everything I say.” The voice said and it felt all too familiar.

“Yes.”

“What are you?”

“A doll.”

“And what do you do?”

“Obey.”

“Good doll. You love obeying your mistress; obeying her brings you pleasure. Obeying me makes you feel so good, so relaxed, so aroused.” The voice said and my voice couldn’t help but to sigh heavily.

“Good doll.” The voice echoed. “Just relax and obey, relax and obey.”

I did.

“It is time to play, my dolly girl.” Her voice said, echoes filling my mind.

I blinked my eyes open and sighed heavily. I felt so relaxed that everything felt simply good. The covers under my body were just like being on a bed of feathers, Mistress’s warmth breath and hands on my body felt like the relieve you feel of going under the sun after hours of being stuck in freezer.

“It is time to play.” Mistress said.

“Dolly likes to play.” I responded immediately, unable to control my voice.

I blushed and Mistress smiled. She knew that I didn’t want to say that.

“Then dolly must remove her clothes.” She said, a smile on her face.

“Dolly will.” My voice said.

I slowly rose from the bed and faced Mistress. Or, rather, my body did! I was red with embarrassment and arousal. Being naked in front of girls, even my Mistress, still made me feel self-conscious, even though it made my nether lips tingle.

My hands moved on their own accord, following Mistress’s commands. They removed by blouse and bra, and then quickly ripped my skirt off of me. I stood in front of my Mistress, naked, red in the face, and hoping she didn’t had anything different planned.

“Dolly is so beautiful.” She said and I blushed even more.

Oh, I so wanted to cover myself and hide in a corner! But my body didn’t obey me and Mistress didn’t said I could go. So, I remained there, letting her play with my small breasts. I really don’t understand how she can like my small tits that much. They are nothing special!

“Dolly feels good.” I moaned, my body just loving the way her fingers felt on my breast. Oh, the devil woman just knows how to make me feel good!

“Of course she does,” She smiled, her eyes still on my breasts. “Dolly likes when people play with her.”

It was true, Dolly liked to be toyed with; but I didn’t. Devil woman, as I said!

Dolly moaned a yes.

Mistress kept on touching Dolly’s body, playing with her hard nipples and running her long nails on her back—Dolly shuddered at that. Time later and Dolly was panting loudly, her body shivering with lust as her Mistress toyed with her lady parts.

“Dolly, I want to do something new today.” Mistress said and I shuddered, both at the way her thumb rubbed my sensitive bits and at my fear realizing.

“Yes, Mistress.” Dolly purred.

“I got a cute swimsuit for you to wear,” She said, still rubbing her fingers in me and licking my nipples. “It will make me very happy to see you wear it.” She whispered on my ear.

Dolly shuddered hard; the idea of making her Mistress happy just too arousing for her own good.

“Dolly loves making Mistress happy.” Dolly and I said.

Mistress nodded and handed Dolly a small, brown paper bag. Inside it I found the swimsuit she spoke of; it was a blue one-piece swimsuit, just like the ones I wear for the pool. Though, this one seemed different. I stared at it, my foggy mind finding it strange. It was high-cut, very high-cut. Usually these swimsuits would cover my hips, but the way it was designed made it look as if the suit would only cover down to my ribs; allowing a lot of leg and skin to be shown. She knows that showing skin makes me feel too self-conscious, too bashful, and now she wanted me to wear such a skimpy, yet conservative, looking suit!

“Do you like it, Dolly?” Mistress said, smiling; though she already knew the answer.

“Dolly loves it, Mistress.” I tried to stop my body—to stop Dolly from saying that, but it was futile. Dolly loved it because Mistress gave it to her, and, in a way, so did I.

It actually made me feel warmer down there.

“Then you should have it on already, Dolly.” Mistress said and Dolly quickly stepped into it.

The suit was tighter than I thought. The shoulder straps dug into my shoulders and back; they weren’t unpleasant, but I couldn’t get my mind off of them. It hugged my bosom so tightly that it squished my breasts and made for some interesting cleavage to show. Most of my lower torso showed; the swimsuit covered down to my waist and allowed to most of my hips, shaved crotch area and buttocks to show. You should’ve seen how red I was when I realized the swimsuit was intruding between my buttocks like a thong and the crotch area was so tight it formed a cameltoe! It was so embarrassing.

I couldn’t help but feel that way. I mean, I wear such suits to cover my body from the predating stares of others, but she took that idea and warped it. She got me a suit that would make me show too much skin and in such a slutty way! Oh, devil woman. Devil woman!

“How does that feel, Dolly?” Mistress purred from behind me. I could feel her breath on my nape.

“Dolly loves it.” Dolly said and it was true. Dolly loved it. She loved how sensual and revealing it was, how it tugged at her sex and every step made it tease her sexually. And, above all, she loved it because Mistress loved it.

“Very good. Now, Dolly, we are going to play a game.” Mistress said, one hand idly rubbing my squished bosom.

“What kind of game?” Dolly said, and so I wondered, too.

What devious game would she force me to play? I just shivered in expectation. All of our previous games ended up with me mindlessly obeying her wishes (cleaning this, masturbating that person, etc.) before my knees gave way to the pleasure and I then eagerly tasted her lovely juices. No matter what, it always was like that.

“You,” She said, her hand teasing my pressed bosom. “Are going to go outside, stand in front of your house and do a little pose for me.”

My eyes would’ve popped out of my skull and my jaw cracked on the floor had I not been so utterly conditioned. Dolly just moaned happily and nodded. Mistress wanted me to go out, in public, dressed as I was! That is impossible; there was no way I would just do that! It was too embarrassing!

“The pose,” She purred. She only purred when she was too excited. “I think you will like it.” She said and then, slowly, pressed her body against mine; her warm breath on my neck felt simply delicious.

She whispered something on my ear and that was it—everything went black. Everything faded. The room faded; her breath on my neck went away.... Even the tight stretch of the swimsuit on my skin disappeared. Whatever she said—and I bet I know very well what it is, but she won’t let me know it—forced my mind to shut itself and sink into a trance so deep that everything but her voice, which I could barely make out through the haze of embarrassment, arousal and mindlessness, was swallowed.

I felt as if my body had been submerged in a tank filled with water. I was floating. I couldn’t think about anything but her fading and disappearing words. Dolly and I replied with a yes to whatever she said. And it felt so good, so utterly good to just give up and enjoy the humiliation and submission.

When I woke up I was standing in front of a metal door. For a moment I was disoriented, but soon I recognized the door as the one leading into my house. I blinked and then smiled; I thought Mistress had allowed me to leave without doing something as embarrassing as what she had proposed. Oh, how good she was!

I tried to open the door, but it was locked. When I reached for my key my body froze.

I wasn’t wearing my clothes.

I wrapped my arms around my body, trying to cover my torso that was barely covered by the swimsuit from the preying eyes of whoever was around. I kicked on the door, hoping it would open. Nothing happened.

I turned around, pressing my back against the metal, and looked around. Thankfully there was no one on the street to see my almost-naked body and the wet patch over my crotch. I suddenly realized I was aroused.

Maybe she had played with me while I was in that dark place. I cursed silently at that; how could she play with me while I wasn’t even conscious? She knows I love to be played with! She knows Dolly lives to be played with!

But that had to wait for me to be safe inside my house and away from the open where people would most likely see my scantily clad bum. Maybe if I went around the back I could find an open window or at least a door I forgot to close—if not, people wouldn’t be able to see me.

I went around the back but, yet again, I was disappointed—all the windows to my house were closed, and the kitchen door was locked.

“Oh, what am I going to do? What am I going to do?” I said rapidly, my mind playing images of people finding me like this. They were both worrying and arousing thoughts.

I felt embarrassed at being aroused by being embarrassed! And that just added to the endless loop. I couldn’t help thinking about people discovering me like this, and I couldn’t help but be aroused by the idea. And that just made me turn redder than a tomato!

I sat in front of the door so as to avoid people seeing me and to cover my chest. And then something happened. My whole body shuddered and I felt a sense of peace and arousal wash over me. I heard myself say “Dolly obeys” before my legs started to move apart until there was about a meter between them and firmly planted.

I had no idea what was going on and why my body was doing that, but I bet it had something to do with Mistress. I should’ve felt anger, but I have to admit there was a sense of curiosity and wonder at just how thorough Mistress’s control over me was. Soon enough my body began to move: my hands opened into flat palms; my legs apart, letting anyone curious enough to see my sweet, covered pussy; and my arms began to slowly move up and down, just enough to lead eyes towards my crotch.

At first I thought that it wasn’t so bad; I was just squatting wearing a very skimpy and embarrassing outfit in the open and no one else was watching me. I was wrong.

Just as my arms began moving in front of me, between my two legs, in a completely extended position that framed my crotch, I heard voices coming from behind the garden’s fence. People! No, no, no. I cannot have people see me like this! I just can’t!

“Hai...” I began without really realizing.

I tried to move, to break away from the position and hide, but my body wouldn’t respond. Every single struggle was answered with my voice saying “Haigure” and a wave of arousal so strong that my skin began to tingle. It didn’t help that ever squat forced the swimsuit to rub against my already excited pussy in a way that I only reserve to when I am alone and in my bathroom. Just imagine how aroused and helpless I was!

I saw someone’s head poke up from behind the fence and smile. She pointed at me and said: “Here she is!”

“Hai... guuuuuh....” I moaned loudly enough for anyone in earshot to hear.

“I see her!”

“Hai...guuuh.... reeeh....”

Ah! I struggled to break free as more faces showed up, all pointing at me and looking with a mix of curiosity, happiness and mockery. They all were watching how I squatted in that skimpy outfit, how my hands softly rubbed my crotch and made me moan and moan and moan that nonsense word.

I tried screaming, but only the words drilled into my subconscious by Mistress came out. I kept on squatting as some of the onlookers started laughing.

“Look! She’s so horny she’s dripping down there.”

“Haigure!” My voice said happily.

“I can see her nipples!”

“Haigure!” I was too aroused.

“God! She has nice tits.”

“Haigure!” So horny... I just couldn’t stop, I had to keep on going.

I felt tears come down my cheeks as a loud moan escaped my mouth. I shivered and gasped for breath, but kept on squatting. The more I squatted—the more the swimsuit rubbed against my pussy—the longer the orgasm lasted. My legs were completely covered with my sticky juices. And I just repeated the word.

“Haigure, haigure, haigure, haigure.” I moaned cheerfully, as if that word made me happier than I thought possible.

Every time I said the word I felt the arousal grow deeper, and my struggle die out a bit. That word, whatever it was, and however I thought about it (Mistress), was special; it made me struggle, hope to break the spell she had put on me, but the more I said it, the more I wanted to enjoy the situation.

“Haigure!” I felt happy.

“What is she saying?”

“Haigure!” I was horny and happy.

“I don’t know, but seems like she’s enjoying it!”

“Haigure!” God, it felt so good!

“She’s still dripping wet.”

“Haigure!” I was a happy haigure girl!

“Haha! It is making her more aroused.”

Everything was true! The more I squatted, the hornier I felt; the more I said the word, the happier I was. And it was all thanks to Mistress.

“Haigure, haigure, haigure.” I kept on repeating like a giggly ditz and soon enough my body betrayed me again—or rewarded me—with an orgasm.

“Haaaaiiiguuuureeee!”

“Hahaha! Isn’t she a beauty!?” I heard a distinctive voice cry from the crowd. “But the Haigure Dolly should sleep now; she’s getting tired.”

The world went black again. The voices of the onlookers disappeared, the shame disappeared, the blushing disappearing; everything became nothing. I don’t know how long I was out but it must’ve been a while; because I was in my room, in my house, when I woke up.

I was still clad in the skimpy outfit, my muscles ached, and my legs were sticky—I could smell the residual orgasms still. I know I should’ve felt ashamed and angry at all of it, but I was actually smiling.

“Haigure,” I said to myself and then giggled.

“Glad you enjoyed it.” Mistress said as she walked into the room. “Told you it was going to be new and exciting.”

“Haigure.” I smiled, the word echoing in my head.

“And not only was it delicious, but healthy.” She says, pointing to the suit I was still wearing. “Tell me, how do you feel about that skimpy outfit?”

“Haigure.” I thought.

I stared down at the suit, hoping to feel the usual blushing and embarrassment; but nothing like that happened. I realized that suit no longer embarrassed me, nor did the fact of being almost naked while awake in front of Brit.

“You, haigure, took away the, haigure, shyness.” I said.

“Yes I did.” Brit said.

I felt used, controlled, changed, like Brit only did that to make me into her perfect plaything. It was as if Brit wanted to get rid of all the things she didn’t like about Phoebe and just leave Dolly there. Haigure Dolly.

I quickly hugged Brit, pressing my sticky body against hers. I kissed her on the cheek and giggled.

“Thank you, haigure, so much, haigure!” I said.

Wait, was I repeating the word while talking? God, no wonder I was starting to get aroused again, and happy too! Besides, I love it.

End