The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Monday, 9:13am:

“Oh, god. Come on! Not now!” It may not have been my most dignified moment, but I was less concerned about dignity than I was about the 2 weeks of work I had just lost a mere 17 minutes before I was supposed to present it to the Senior Management Team. “This can not be happening,” I said, tears beginning to well up in my eyes.

“Heya, Maddy,” came a playful voice from my office doorway.

“Oh no,” I muttered.

“Hey,” the voice still had an infuriatingly relaxed tone to it, “is that any way to greet your friendly neighborhood IT gal? Why, with that attitude, I may just change my mind about coming to your rescue.”

“I’m sorry, Jessenia,” I said somewhat defeatedly, “it’s just that I really don’t have the time to go through this agai—” I suddenly perked up. “Wait. Rescue?”

“Yup! If I recall. The last time you were freaking out this badly was around this time last year.” She dramatically swayed her wide hips as she invited herself into my office. “It was just before the annual budget review session, and your painfully complicated spreadsheet had just collapsed into a black hole of data.” Her hands flourished dramatically as she pantomimed some imaginary supernova. “I also recall that I was able to retrieve a cached copy of the file in merely one hour.”

“Yes,” I admitted with a nervous sigh as my eyes darted to the nearby clock which now showed only 14 minutes until I inevitably joined the ranks of the unemployed, “but this is a bit different. The meeting is in—”

“About 10 minutes or so. Yeah, I know. Bu-u-ut,” she drew the last word on for a few extra syllables just to annoy me, “I set up a little failsafe last time. Just in case. Can I have your seat?”

“My seat? Yeah.” I quickly got up as Jessenia sat down.

“Ooh,” she cooed in that playful lilt, “still warm. I’d have offered to sit on your lap, but I wouldn’t want to bruise that delicate little body of yours.” She giggled as she scooted closer to my keyboard and went to work. “Not to say the thought hasn’t crossed my mind.”

And there it was. Jessenia was an amazing computer tech. There was no denying that she had the uncanny ability to fix nearly any problem I put in front of her. In fact, it seemed that the only thing she couldn’t do was accept that I had absolutely no interest in dating her. Ever since we’d run into each other at an LGBT pride parade a few months back, she had constantly been pressuring me to go out with her. I had explained that, though I was flattered, she just wasn’t my type. While I have to admit that she has some very attractive features, I tend to prefer women a bit closer to my own body type, and Jessenia, boasting a 5‘9“ height with measurements of 42-34-46 and a set of (quite often overly exposed) DD cup breasts, was a far cry from my 5‘3“, size 2 frame. I suppose that I could have been a bit clearer about my lack of interest, but it was honestly quite convenient to have the floor’s only dedicated IT support in the palm of my hand. To be honest, there were some days when I simply enjoyed the ego boost, as well. It may not have been right, but I figured that there was nothing wrong with playing an advantag-

“Done!” She punctuated the statement by pressing the [Enter] key particularly hard. “And with 5 whole minutes to spare.”

“What? You managed to retrieve it?” I was stunned, here I was mentally bitching about Jessenia, and she was busy saving my ass. Maybe she wasn’t as bad as I had thought.

“Yup,” she grinned and mock-swooned as she stood up, “and I even made a backup copy on your desktop. I know I’m amazing, but try not to touch yourself too much when you dream about me tonight.” Scratch that, she was just as bad as I thought.

“Look,” I was determined to end this once and for all, but she cut me off while I was still trying to compose my thoughts.

“Oh, alright,” she said as she made her way out of my office, taking the opportunity to brush uncomfortably close as she did, “you can touch yourself as much as you want, Madison. I won’t complain.” And, just like that, she was gone.

“Dammit!” I fumed, but I didn’t have time to worry about the harassment. Getting that file back meant nothing if I were late to that meeting.

Monday, 11:55pm:

My mind raced as my tongue flitted back and forth across Jessenia’s delectable clit. I wanted so badly to bring her to orgasm. As she edged closer and closer, I could feel her gorgeously thick thighs tightening their grip on my head. When she finally came, her legs clenched, and I could hardly breath from between her thighs. She finished climaxing and mercifully released her grip. As I rolled to her side, gasping for breath, she ran her hand up my stomach and began to fondle my waifish little A cups. I gasped harder as she flicked one of my nipples.

“That’s my good little girl.” My entire body shivered with pleasure as she said the words. “Now, how would you like to play with a real set of tits?” I eagerly jumped at the chance, and I could hear Jessenia’s playful little giggle as I enthusiastically took her nipple in my mouth. “That’s it, Maddy,” she said as she ran her fingers through my long, blonde hair, “now I have a very important task for you, so I want you to listen closely.” I raised my eyes to meet hers, and I kept sucking on her beautiful, massive breasts. Her hand moved down from my hair, firmly caressed my back, and stopped at my rear. I shuddered as I felt her fingers part my cheeks, and she slowly pushed her index finger inside my now exposed anus. As I let out a yelp, she forcefully grabbed my hair with her other hand, looked directly into my eyes, and shouted, “cum for me, slave!”

“Yes, Mistress,” I screamed as I was rocked awake by the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. The pleasure subsided a moment later, and I realized that I was alone in my own bed. A few seconds later, it hit me that I had just been dreaming about being sexually dominated by a woman who irritated the hell out of me.

“Try not to touch yourself too much when you dream about me tonight.” Jessenia’s words from earlier echoed in my mind, and I let out an audible groan of annoyance as I pulled my hand away from my crotch.

“You’ve just had a stressful day, Madison,” I told myself, “and your mind jumbled things up a bit. Now, just pretend that this never happened, and go back to sleep. You’ll feel fine in the morning.” I rolled over, quickly fell back asleep, and had a lovely dream about worshiping Jessenia’s beautiful feet.

Thursday, 1:15pm:

Over the past couple of days, things had gone from bad to worse. I could barely think straight anymore thanks to Jessenia’s constant invasion of my dreams. And it wouldn’t have even been so bad if it were just the dreams themselves, but each one had been accompanied by an intense orgasm that shook me awake. Don’t get me wrong. They felt incredible, and I’d never imagined that I’d be able to spontaneously orgasm so easily. It’s just that I hadn’t had a full night’s sleep in days, and it was finally taking its toll on me.

I had started nodding off at my desk sometime before lunch today. I couldn’t have been asleep for more than 10 minutes before I found myself once again dreaming about “Mistress Jessenia”. This time, she was wearing a ridiculously large strap-on. As I slipped into the dream, I felt the rubber phallus sliding effortlessly in and out of my mouth.

“That’s my good little girl,” Jessenia said. “Make sure you get it nice and lubed up.”

“Yerff, Mifrff,” was all I could manage to say with a full mouth. I doubled my efforts and began savagely sucking and licking. I was bobbing my head forwards in an attempt to meet her gentle thrusts. It amazed me that I seemed to have an innate knowledge of how to deep-throat despite having never given a blowjob before. The thought didn’t last long, though, as I was soon distracted by Mistress Jessenia pulling away from me. I leaned forward for one last lick, but I stopped short. I’d been completely oblivious of the shackles attaching my wrists to the bedposts until just then.

“Are you ready, slave?” I could feel her forcefully spreading my thighs as she asked the question.

“Yes, Mistress,” I meekly replied, “I think I am.” This definitely wasn’t my first time on the receiving end of a strap-on, but this thing was huge!

“Don’t worry,” she reassured me, “I’ll be very gentle with you. I’ll enter you on the count of three. Ready? Three.”

Holy shit! That was NOT gentle! As Mistress Jessenia laughed, I found myself thankful that I had at least done a good job of lubricating it.

“Come on, now,” she giggled, “It’s no fun if we do everything on your terms.” The initial shock subsided, and I found myself focusing on her rhythm. She started off with quick, powerful thrusts and then followed up by slowly pulling back. I could feel the molded veins of the strap-on brushing my sensitive lips as she worked her way out of me, almost pulling completely out of my wet pussy before ramming her way back inside of me. Her pace suddenly quickened, and I could feel myself drawing closer to orgasm.

“Oh, yes, Mistress,” I shouted, “fuck your skinny little bitch.”

“Yeah,” she said without breaking her pace, “you love being used by a thick, curvy woman, don’t you? Tell me how sexy you think I am.”

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I need you, Mistress. I am yours. I am a slave to my plump Goddess.”

“That’s right, you scrawny little whore,” she grinned, “and you are addicted to every inch of me.” Her thrusts were so fast now, and I could feel myself about to cum as she lowered her huge tits onto my face. Her warm, squishy thighs were squeezing my sides as I wildly bucked underneath her weight. “Now, slave, I want you to cu—”

RING

The noise jolted me awake so quickly that I nearly fell out of my chair. Reflexively, I picked up the phone. I tried to speak, but my throat was so hoarse that I barely managed a squeak.

“Heya, Maddy!” Jessenia said with a bit of concern, “are you okay?”

“Yeah,” my voice cracked a bit as I answered. I paused a moment to swallow before I continued to speak. “Sorry, I was just, um, really focusing on something. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was. Is there something I can help you with, Jess?” I tried to sound inconvenienced. In a manner of speaking, I was. I had been avoiding Jessenia all week, and she was the absolute last person I wanted to talk to right now.

“I was just getting worried about you. You’ve been working so hard this week that we haven’t even had a chance to talk since Monday. I was thinking that we should do something to help you relax. How about I take you out tomorrow night. My treat! We can grab a bite, and maybe head to a club. In fact,” her voice filled with hopeful excitement, “I know this club where they’ll cook up just about anything you want, and we can dance or just sit there and feed each other. C’mon, it’ll be fun.”

“Look, I,” my head was spinning as I struggled to find an excuse. It did sound like a great idea, and I could feel my pussy beginning to dampen at the thought of watching Jessenia’s lips wrap around her food. I couldn’t believe the images flashing through my head. Normally, just the thought of watching an overweight person eat was enough to make me feel sick. Wait a minute, I thought, sick? That’s it!. “I can’t, Jess. I’m just feeling really sick right now. In fact, I’m about to head home for the day.”

“Aww,” she whined, “that’s too bad, Maddy. Well, if there’s anything I can do for you, just let me know. Okay?” I hung up without responding. I know it was rude, but I wasn’t sure how long my resolve would have lasted otherwise.

I immediately e-mailed my boss letting him know that I would be out for the rest of the day as well as Friday. I assured him, though, that I’d take my laptop home with me so I could finish the monthly financial reports for Monday’s meeting. I then grabbed my things and left. When I got home, I decided that maybe a nap would help refresh me. I think I was secretly hoping that I would be able to pick my dream back up where it had been interrupted. To my surprise, I was.

Friday, 7:47pm:

Calling in sick had been the best idea I’d had all week. Not only was I able to sleep in as late as I needed, but I also didn’t have to worry about any lingering effects of my dreams carrying over into reality were I to have bumped into Jessenia. And, let’s face it, I would be lying to myself if I said that there weren’t any effects. The few moments that I hadn’t been napping (desperately hoping to have more “Mistress Jessenia” dreams) had been spent masturbating while remembering dreams from the past week. I’d also had an extremely hedonistic lunch consisting of just about every piece of junk food I could dig out of my cupboards. With each decadent bite, I found myself imagining Jessenia, seated on top of me, gently forcing the fattening treats into my mouth.

I’d only convinced myself to actually get some work done simply so I could continue to fantasize without being interrupted by nagging thoughts of corporate finances. I sat on my bed in my underwear and opened my laptop. As soon as I logged in, however, I was greeted with a flashing warning that said, “VIRUS DETECTED! Contact your local administrator immediately.” I stared at the message for what felt like an eternity. I could risk not doing my work until Monday morning, but that didn’t exactly work out that well for me this past week. Besides, I had been counseled once already about how “distracted and unfocused” I’d become. I couldn’t risk taking another hit like that. Reluctantly, I picked up my phone, scrolled through my contact list to the entry marked “IT”, and dialed.

“This is Jessenia,” she answered curtly.

“Hey, Jess,” I said, trying to mask my defeated tone, “it’s Madison. My—”

“Maddy!” Her voice instantly perked up. “I was so hoping you’d change your mind about tonight, but I was starting to worry that you were still sick.”

“Um, no,” I stammered. “I’m feeling a lot better, but I’m not calling about that. I’m trying to do some work that’s due Monday morning, but there’s a screen on my computer that won’t let me do anything. It says that I have a virus or something.”

“Say no more. Just text me your address”, she said cheerfully, “and I’ll head right on over!”

“Thanks, Jess. And, look,” I took a moment as I tried to figure out my thoughts, “I’m sorry for ruining your night like this, and I’m sorry for brushing you off yesterday. I’ve just been, um, really confused lately.”

“Don’t worry about it, Maddy.” Her voice suddenly shifted from its usually playful tone to one that was full of understanding. “It’s okay, really. Besides,” she added while seamlessly coming full-circle to playful again, “you can make it up to me by dolling yourself up before I get there. Bye-ee!”

I couldn’t help but smile as I sent her my address. She was definitely persistent, I had to give her that. “Oh, why not,” I giggled to myself as I thought about what she said, “what could it hurt?” At least, if nothing else, this night promised to be interesting.

Friday, 9:03pm:

I sat nervously on my sofa. I’d had plenty of time to take a quick shower and tear through my closet looking for something nice to wear. I finally settled on a slinky little black dress that I had not yet had the courage to wear outside the house. After pairing it with a dressy pair of black wedge sandals, I pulled my hair back into a long French-braid. Even with all of that, I’d still spent the past twenty minutes anxiously waiting for Jessenia to arrive. As my mind wandered to the infinite number of things that could be keeping her, my hand slowly made its way between my legs. I gently pressed on the front of my black thong and massaged my labia. I had barely begun to let out a soft moan when my doorbell rang. I don’t think it took me even a second to run to the door and open it.

“Well, you’re certainly eager tonight,” Jessenia giggled, “and you do dress to impress.” I could feel myself blushing as she ran her intense gaze up from my feet all the way to my head. After a moment, I stepped aside and gestured for her to come in. Once she had made her way inside, I was finally able to get a look at what she was wearing.

She had on a tight, hot pink t-shirt with a picture of a little personified piece of chocolate cake saying, “Eat Me”. The shirt hugged every inch of her torso, and it did little to contain her large breasts. The top of her black lace bra was easily visible above the shirt’s plunging neckline. Below that, she had on a pair of black tights that came down to mid-calf. The material was stretched thin over her gorgeous, thick thighs, and I was almost certain that I could have seen through it had I tried hard enough. She’d finished her ensemble with a pair of cute, black ballet flats and was wearing her dark hair in a pony tail that hung over her left shoulder and threatened to disappear into her cleavage.

I noticed she was carrying two bags. One was a small duffle bag that she set down just after she entered, and the other was a plastic bag with what looked to be a box inside it.

“These virus removals can take a while, so I thought I’d stop and pick up a little treat for us.” She reached into the plastic bag and pulled out a box containing four of the largest and most delicious looking cupcakes I had ever seen. Without even thinking, I licked my lips and let out a quiet moan. I wasn’t quiet enough to go unnoticed, however. “Well,” Jessenia gasped, “you are a hungry girl, aren’t you? First things first, though.” She retrieved a CD from her duffle bag and then made her way to the coffee table where I had set up the laptop. “Let’s just get this scan started.” I watched with amazement as her plump fingers nimbly raced across the keys, and I imagined what kind of magic they could work on my clit. In less than a minute, she had the removal program running.

“About how long will it take?”

“It says it should be done in an hour,” she said, “but it can take up to two if it finds anything.”

“Oh, Jess,” I groaned, “I am so sorry about this. I really do owe you one.”

“One? By my count,” she let a sly grin flash across her face, “this should be worth at least three.” We both had a good laugh, and I sat down on the couch.

“So,” I said as I realized my rapidly growing hunger despite the enormous amount I’d already eaten, “Do you have plans for those cupcakes, or are we just going to stare at them.”

“Well, I do so hate to keep an eager gal waiting, so I guess we can have them now.” She picked up the box of cupcakes and hastened her way to the couch. As she plopped down beside me, her weight caused the cushion to slightly bounce me into the air. She looked sheepish, but I simply laughed it off. Despite my initial misgivings, I was starting to have a really good time.

“Oops,” Jessenia said as she reached into the box. She pulled out her finger which was now covered in chocolate icing. “Aww! I hate to waste this. The icing is the best part. Oh well. Do you have a napkin?” I didn’t answer. I’m not sure that I even heard the question. All I could do was stare at the delicious looking glob of icing on her finger.

“Maddy, hello. Maddy?” She moved her finger back and forth a few times. No matter where it moved, my eyes followed. “Hmmm,” she cooed as she slowly started waving her finger from side to side. “I honestly thought I hadn’t given you enough time, but it looks like tonight is the night after all.” In hindsight, I remember hearing these words. In fact, I think I even mumbled some sort of half-hearted agreement, but at that moment nothing mattered except for Jessenia’s icing coated finger.

“Now,” she said in a soft yet direct tone, “I want you to do something for me. No matter what, just keep watching my finger. Even as it moves back and forth, I want you to just keep your eyes focused on it. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” I muttered.

“Good. That’s very good Maddy. Just forget everything else and focus all of your attention on the gooey, delicious icing on my finger. It’s so tempting. While you watch it sway from side to side, just think of how good it would feel to surrender to that temptation, to surrender to your desires.” I could feel my mouth watering, and my tongue slowly caressed my lips as I imagined how sweet it would taste. “That’s right,” she continued, “you want to surrender more than anything else, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned, “surrender.”

“Good girl, Maddy.” I wasn’t sure why, but those words seemed to send a wonderful shiver throughout my body. “Just keep focusing on my finger and let that need to surrender grow inside of you. I’m going to keep talking to you, and you will continue to answer me. But your primary focus is still my finger.”

“Okay.” I smiled as my mind put everything else on hold while I continued to watch Jessenia’s finger sway back and forth. Back and forth. Left and right.

“Now, what do you want to do more than anything else right now?”

“Surrender.” My voice sounded so far away now. Everything was fading except Jessenia’s chocolate covered finger and a burning need to surrender and taste the delicious icing.

“That’s right, Maddy,” she said, “you want nothing more than to surrender to your desires. But this isn’t the only desire you’ve had lately, is it?”

“No,” I whispered.

“No,” Jessenia repeated, “you have been experiencing many desires lately. But what have you desired most, my sweet little Madison?”

“Jessenia. To serve Mistress Jessenia.” The words flowed from me so effortlessly. It was like I wasn’t even in control of my mouth any more, but that just meant I could focus more of my attention on Jessenia’s lovely, plump finger.

“Yes,” she said, “that’s right. And why do you want to serve me?”

“You are beautiful. You are the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“Tell me, my dear. Am I prettier than you?”

“Yes,” I replied, “so much prettier.”

“And why is that?” Her voice had grown so seductive, and it flowed over me like warm chocolate. Mmm, chocolate. Surrender.

“Because of your beautiful plump body,” I cooed.

“That’s right, Maddy.” She was chuckling quietly as she spoke. “Chubby women are so much prettier than scrawny little girls like you, aren’t they?”

“So much prettier,” I repeated.

“In fact, my extra weight makes me completely superior to you, and all you want to do is surrender yourself to me.”

“Surrender.” I wanted nothing more than to just completely surrender.

“Yes,” her soft voice hissed, “you want to completely surrender yourself to me. You want nothing more than to surrender your mind and will to me so that you can feel absolute bliss. And the icing on my finger represents all of those temptations. It represents complete and total surrender to your ultimate desire: me.”

“Ultimate desire. Surrender. To Jessenia.” My body ached so badly. I knew that I was so close to what I desired, but I found that I was helpless to move. All I could do was focus on the icing on my beautiful Jessenia’s finger.

“Now, because I’m so wonderful,” that sly grin once again crept across her face, “I’m going to let you give in to your desires. In a moment, I’m going to tell you to surrender. When I do, you will lean forward and lick the icing from my finger. The amount of pleasure you feel from this act of submission will completely overwhelm you, and the sheer decadence of the taste will completely overload your mind. You will immediately fall unconscious, and I will have complete control over your body and your mind. Do you understand, Madison?”

I was beyond words now. My body was so shaken with desire that I could only manage to whimper in acquiescence.

“Good,” she paused as she stopped her finger directly in front of my mouth. “Surrender!” Without thought or hesitation, I lunged forward and wrapped my lips around Jessenia’s finger. As I pulled away, I made sure to take every morsel of the gooey, chocolate deliciousness with me. It slid down my tongue, and the flavor washed over me like a powerful wave crashing into my body. I leaned back, my eyes closed, and my mind went blank.

“Madison? Can you hear me, Madison?”

“Yes,” I replied, my voice completely devoid of emotion.

“Good,” Jessenia said excitedly, “Now you are going to listen to me very carefully. I’m going to say some things to you, and, when I say ‘repeat’, you will repeat them from your own point of view. As you speak each word, it will burn itself into your mind. As you repeat my words, they will become your ultimate truth. They will be more natural to you than even your own thoughts. Do you understand?”

“I understand.” I understood completely. I would repeat Jessenia’s words when commanded and would accept them as truth.

“From this moment on, I am your mistress. You have given yourself to me, and I have claimed you as my slave. Repeat.”

“From this moment on, you are my mistress,” I could see the words flashing brightly as I spoke, and I could feel my mind twisting and conforming to them. “I have given myself to you, and you have claimed me as your slave.”

“You will obey me completely without thought or question. Your only purpose in life is to please me. Your only concern is my happiness. Repeat.”

“I will obey you completely without thought or question.” Of course I would. I was Mistress Jessenia’s slave after all. “My only purpose in life is to please you. My only concern is your happiness.”

“I am perfect and without flaw. I am your definition of beauty. I am your new ideal. You love me and me alone. Repeat.”

“You are perfect and without flaw. You are my definition of beauty. You are my new ideal. I love you and you alone.” I could feel my heartbeat racing as my love for Mistress Jessenia grew. Her beauty was perfection. How could I love anyone but her?

“You want to be beautiful like me. You want it so badly that the simple act of eating fattening foods arouses you greatly. Repeat.”

“I want to be beautiful like you. I want it so badly that the simple act of eating fattening foods arouses me greatly.” I felt my pussy moisten as her words combined with the taste of chocolate still lingering on my tongue.

“That’s a good slave,” she said in her trademark mischievous tone. “Now, we’re going to have a bit of fun. I want you to open your eyes and stand up but, but you will remain in this state.” As if of its own accord, my body complied with her commands. I stood before her, eyes open, completely under her control. “Good girl. Now carefully take your dress off.” Slowly, my hands rose to my breasts, and I began to slide the tight material down my torso. Upon reaching my hips, I leaned forward a little to maintain balance, and I gently pushed it the rest of the way. My dress now pooled around my shoes, and I once again stood erect and awaited my Mistress’s commands.

“Come and kneel directly in front of me, slave.” Her voice was positively giddy.

“Yes, Mistress,” I responded in a monotone voice. I slowly stepped away from my dress and positioned myself directly in front of my Mistress. I gracefully lowered myself onto my knees and rested my ass on my heels.

“Very good. We’re going to play a game now, slave. In just a moment, I’m going to awaken you from this trance by counting to three and snapping my fingers, but I can bring you back into a trance any time I wish by snapping my fingers twice. Any time I do so, you will immediately freeze in place and enter a trance and once again be completely under my spell until I say ‘awake’. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Jessenia,” I said as her words echoed in my mind. “Good girl,” even while entranced, my body still responded to those words. “When I bring you out of your trance this time, you will have no conscious memory of anything that has happened since you licked the icing from my finger. Your subconscious mind, though, will still remember and obey all of the suggestions I have given you. You will find your body complying with everything I say even as your mind struggles against me, and you will find your resistance to my suggestions fading with each act of obedience until you completely accept my control. One. Two. Three.” I heard Mistress snap her fingers, and then everything faded.

Friday, 10:15pm:

“Wha- what happened?” I was really light headed all of a sudden, and my vision was a bit fuzzy. I reached my hands down to keep my balance, and I felt carpet beneath me. “Am I on the floor? Did I fall?” I looked up, and, my vision having cleared, I saw Jessenia leaning forward grinning at me. Her massive breasts looked as though there were about to spill over the top of her shirt

“You just decided that you’d be a bit more comfortable on the floor,” she said calmly, “that’s all. Oh, you’re not chilly, are you?”

“Chilly, why would I be—” I looked at myself, and I was absolutely shocked to find that I was kneeling in front of her wearing only my panties and shoes. I threw my arms across my chest, hastened to get up, and screamed, “what the actual fuck, Jess?”

“Now, now,” she chided, “lower your voice, Madison, and you just stay on your knees there.”

“I absolutely will not lower my voice,” I yelled. At least, I had intended to yell. Despite my ire, though, I couldn’t seem to manage more than a loud whisper. Suddenly, I realized that I was still kneeling. I tried desperately to get up, but my legs refused to move. Beyond that, they actively fought against me when I tried forcing them. I heard Jessenia laughing, and I froze.

“Aww,” her voice filled with mock concern, “don’t stop on my account. I’m having a great time watching this. As long as you’re taking a break, though, put your hands on your thighs and look at me.” Despite my best efforts, I simply could not control my body as it reacted to her words. “You never answered my question, Maddy, dear. Are you chilly?”

“No,” I seethed through gritted teeth as I glared at her, “I’m not.”

“That’s funny,” she grinned wickedly, “because these say you are.” She quickly reached forward, pinched my left nipple with her thumb and forefinger, and gave it a hard twist. I gasped sharply and started panting as I reeled from the pain. She held her other hand in front of my face and snapped her fingers twice. Both my body and my mind simply stopped. “But you love how it feels when I do that. Awake,” she said before snapping her fingers again. Almost immediately, the pain was replaced by an incredible sense of pleasure. My panting became moaning, and the feeling only increased when she did the same to my right nipple. My mind raced as I desperately tried to focus on anything except my growing arousal. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my head.

“You, ahh,” I struggled to suppress my moaning, “you drugged me, oh, didn’t you? With those, mmm yeah, those damned cupcakes.”

“What? I am offended.” She released my nipple and dramatically swooned as if to drive the point home. “To think that I would do something that deceitful. I’ll have you know I did nothing of the sort!” She leaned forward again, examined her fingernails, and quickly shifted to a much more casual tone. “I merely slipped a subliminal conditioning program onto your computer while restoring that file for you on Monday. You see—”

“You did WHAT?” I couldn’t believe it. No, literally, I could not believe that such a thing would happen, let alone work. But it did explain what was going on. But it made no sense! “How... how does that even work?”

“Quite well, apparently.” She was obviously proud of herself. “I’m never going to be able to explain it if you keep interrupting, though, so lick and suck on my feet for a bit while I tell you all about it.”

“No! No way! Uh-uh!” I was too busy protesting to notice that my hands had started to remove Jessenia’s shoes. “I don’t care what kind of weird, mind-control voodoo you think you’ve done to me, there’s not a thing in this world that could make me lick your... oh, god! Your feet taste wonderful!”

“That’s a good little slave.”

“Wha,” I said through a mouth full of toes, “slrv?”

“Never mind,” she giggled, “just keep worshiping my feet.” I hated myself a bit for it, but I eagerly complied. “So, about a month ago, I found this interesting little program online. I had to customize the script, of course, and I spent a good bit of time tweaking it to run silently in the background each time you started your computer. It was a lot of work. You should actually feel kind of flattered.” I did, but I silently vowed never to admit it. “Anyway, it basically flashes quick little subliminal messages and the occasional picture on the computer screen. They’re only up there for a fraction of a second, so you probably never noticed them. On the flip side, since they flash so quickly, it really only works on someone who can really focus on the screen for long periods of time. Like—” I pulled myself away from Jessenia’s feet just long enough to let out a groan.

“Like someone who stares at spreadsheets for eight to ten hours a day every day for about a week. Are you kidding me? So then,” my mind was a jumble of arousal, anger, and self-loathing as I struggled to put my thoughts together, “you’re the one responsible for those dreams I’ve been having!”

“Guilty,” she gleefully said in a sing-song tone. “Oh, and if you’re done licking my feet, at least massage them while we talk.”

“Of course, Mistress,” I answered reflexively. “I mean, those dreams had me convinced that I was going crazy, and, wait a minute. Did I just call you—”

“Mistress? Yeah, you did.” Jessenia was now wearing a grin that spread nearly from ear to ear. “It’s a little side effect of the ‘behavioral modifications’ I did when I hypnotized you earlier.”

“You hypnotized me.”

“Yup.”

“As in, ‘you are veeeeery sleeeepy’ hypnotized me?”

“Well, I’d like to think that I was a bit more alluring than that, but that pretty much sums it up.”

“And you essentially rewired my brain?”

“Oh, yeah! Bigtime.”

“Huh.” I just knelt there rubbing my Mistress’s feet and staring blankly at nothing in particular. After what felt like a particularly awkward silence, I finally spoke. “Soooo,” I drew the word out a good bit longer than I needed to, “this is really happening, then?”

“It doesn’t get any realer than this, Maddy.” She stretched her arms out in front of her and casually leaned back into my couch, which I guessed was now her couch, too.

“Okay, I just want to make sure I’m clear about what’s going on. You’ve been trying to sleep with me for months, and I’ve rejected you at every turn.”

“That sounds about right.”

“And why did I keep turning you down, exactly?” In my mind, it was a legitimate question. I mean, I obviously must have had some reason for not being interested in Jessenia, but here I was practically drooling over the opportunity to lick her feet. “Were you always this sexy?”

“Definitely,” she said as she wiggled her toes, enticing me to give them a quick kiss while she continued, “you just didn’t realize it until recently.”

“Wh-why? Did I—,” my mind struggled against itself as my thoughts became monopolized by Jessenia’s incomparable beauty, “did I at least give you a reason?”

“You did,” her muscles tensed slightly as she spoke, “you said that I wasn’t your type, physically, and that you were only interested in ‘petite’ women.” My jaw dropped. As she repeated my words to me, I could clearly remember saying them. For the life of me, though, I could not understand why I would have ever felt that way!

“That’s insane,” I exclaimed, “skinny women are so ugly! Only chubby women like you are beautiful, Mistress.” A wave of euphoria washed over me as the words left my mouth, and I suddenly found myself thinking that I would give anything to be as beautiful as Mistress Jessenia.

“And that is of course completely true,” she let out a quiet laugh and once again relaxed. “But society had conditioned you to think that fat means ugly. At that point,” her voice swelled dramatically, “I absolutely had to brainwash you simply so that you could see the truth and realize that you should give yourself to me completely.”

“Okay,” I nodded, “that makes sense.” And, oddly enough, it did make perfect sense to me. I paused for a moment to allow my mind to absorb these thoughts. “Oh, yeah! Anyway,” I said as I finally remembered what we had been talking about, “you eventually got tired of the rejection and decided to take matters into your own hands by installing some hypno-brainwashing-whatever software—”

“Subliminal conditioning program.”

“Right. What you said,” I continued, “you installed this on my computer when I was too busy freaking out on Monday to notice. I’m guessing you also installed some sort of time release virus, too?”

“What? Oh, no way,” she protested. “The last thing I wanted out of tonight was to actually have to do a virus removal. I just rigged up a simple little script that would change the name of the subliminal conditioner’s process to match one of the more common virus names. I’d actually set it to go off around lunch today, and I was starting to get nervous when I didn’t hear from you.”

“Yeah, well,” I started to smile a bit, “I didn’t even get around to turning on my computer until this evening because someone’s subliminal sex dreams kept me desperately horny and distracted all day.”

“I’m not sorry about that, you know.”

“Neither am I. To be quite honest, though, I was beginning to get a bit jealous that my dream self was seeing more action in one week than I have in months!”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Jessenia said, “we’ll break both of our dry spells together.” We shared a little laugh, and I quickly snuck in a toe lick.

“Anyway,” I said in an effort to once again get back on track, “I’m guessing that you could have pretty much done anything you wanted to when you were in my head. Hell, you probably still can.” She grinned and nodded in agreement. “The point is, though, that you only made just enough changes to enslave me. From what I can tell, you left the majority of what makes me ‘Madison’ intact. Not only that, but you’ve actually made it so that I’m really enjoying this. Let me be perfectly clear about how grateful I am for that, but,” I looked up at her quizzically, “why?”

“Maddy, sweetheart,” She pulled her feet back and leaned her face close to mine, “just because I want to enslave, punish, humiliate, and fuck you like a worthless, little whore doesn’t mean I’m a bad person.” We both giggled a bit, but she then got a very serious look in her eyes. She reached her hand out and gently cradled my chin before lightly brushing her lips against mine. I struggled to regain my breath as she pulled away. “All joking aside,” she finally said, “I love you, Maddy. I fell for you the moment I first saw you. When we ran into each other at that parade, we spent nearly two hours talking. I don’t know if you remember, but I was hanging on your every word. I made me want you even more than I did before. It just took me a while to work up the nerve to finally do something about it.”

“I’m glad you did.”

“Me too,” she smiled.

“Well,” I said through a mischievous grin, “you’ve got me now, Mistress. Time to put your money where your mouth is.”

“Wait! wait,” Mistress Jessenia said as she jumped up and quickly started undressing, “I have something for this.” She enthusiastically removed her tights & shirt to reveal that she was only wearing a sexy, black bustier underneath them. She quickly sat back down in front of me with her legs spread, pointed to her beautifully trimmed pussy, and said, “I’ll put it where your mouth is. Yeah!”

“Is that an order, Mistress,” I asked after we had finished laughing.

“You bet your skinny, little ass it is, slave.” And, with that, my tongue quickly set to work probing her divine slit. I reached up and grabbed a hold of Mistress Jessenia’s beautiful, thick thighs, and I felt her firmly place her hands on the back of my head.

Well, I thought to myself as she forced my face deeper into her pussy, I was right about one thing. Tonight certainly has become interesting.

Saturday, 4:15pm, Two Months Later:

“Please, Mistress,” I begged as I struggled against the leather shackles keeping me tightly restrained to the bed, “I need it!”

“Is that so,” Mistress Jessenia taunted me playfully as she hovered just beyond my reach, “how badly do you need it, slave?”

“I’ll do anything, Mistress,” I whimpered.

“Well, that’s hardly a surprise,” she giggled, “but I suppose I could be persuaded to consent if you tell me just how dirty you’re willing to get for it.”

“Mmm,” I moaned as I licked my lips. I knew exactly what she wanted to hear, and I was more than happy to say it. “Your brainwashed, little fuck-slave needs it, Mistress. Please,” the bedposts creaked as I strained to lean in closer, “I can’t live without it. I can’t live without you! I’m going to lose my empty, little mind if I can’t have it!”

“Well,” she finally said, “I guess one more wouldn’t hurt.” She moved the plate forward, and I dove face first into the rich, silky cheesecake. I hungrily devoured it and didn’t even stop to savor the taste as the creamy dessert slid down my throat. Each time I swallowed, I felt my pleasure building and building. I was so close to climaxing, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted the cheesecake or the orgasm more. I continued to lick the plate until there wasn’t a trace of food left on it. As the last trickle of strawberry sauce danced across my tongue, my body began to shake. My eyes rolled back into my head, and I was overcome with pleasure.

“Th-thank you, Misssssstressss,” I screamed as I came. Thanks to a little extra hypnotic training by Mistress Jessenia, the words came without thought. When the orgasm finally passed, I was panting and covered in sweat.

“Smile, slut!” The camera flash happened before my mind even had a chance to process the words. “Oh yeah,” she said as she stared at her phone, “that one’s going on the blog.” She turned the screen towards me , and I was greeted with a picture of myself, clad only crotchless, purple harem pants with my face nearly covered in cheesecake.

“Th-that one? But I,” I finally stammered in embarrassment, “I don’t know. Don’t you think we could just keep that one private? It’s just—” Mistress Jessenia quickly snapped her fingers twice, and I froze as my mind immediately went blank.

“But you want the world to see what a hungry little slut you are,” she said, “and this is the perfect picture to show how you’ve been earning those curves. Awake.” She snapped her fingers again, and it was if I hadn’t stopped talking at all.

“It’s just so perfect! It’ll show everyone how I’ve been plumping up for you, and I want them to see what a hungry slut I’ve become. Please, Mistress Jessenia,” I begged, “please post that picture to the blog!”

Mistress had started the blog in question shortly after my first brainwashing. She said it would make be a great way to chart my progress as she transformed me “from a pathetically skinny bitch into a gloriously chubby fuck-slave”. I’m not sure if I was totally on board with the idea at first, but it’s really hard to stand your ground in an argument with a woman who can literally change your mind with the snap of a finger. In the end, I’d happily consented to the project. To my surprise, the blog started to receive a lot of positive attention, and the extra revenue the “premium memberships” brought was definitely welcome. Gourmet desserts are not cheap.

All-in-all, however, the blog had been a great idea. Not only had it provided both support and cash flow, but it had also been a great record of the past two months. In addition to daily diary entries from both Mistress and myself on the superiority of larger women, it had dozens of pictures showing my growth, as it were, from a disgusting size 2 into a shapely size 8. Mistress Jessenia said that I was filling out wonderfully, but I was a bit disappointed that my breasts had only increased one cup size to a B. The majority of the weight had gone straight to my ass and thighs. Mistress didn’t seem to mind, though, and she told me daily just how beautiful I was becoming.

“There,” she quipped through a smug smile, “done.” She put the phone down and leaned closer. “Now,” she whisper seductively, “let’s have a little fun.” My eyes closed, and a soft moan parted my lips as I felt Mistress Jessenia’s tongue playfully licking globs of cheesecake off my face. I was so lost in the moment that I didn’t even realize her knee had been parting my legs, and I was completely unprepared when she savagely forced her strap-on into my moist cunt. My mouth opened wide as I gasped in shock. Seizing the opportunity, Mistress quickly tangled her fingers tightly in my hair and pulled me into a forceful kiss. Her thrusts increased in intensity, and I felt her tongue pushing warm wads of cheesecake deep into my mouth. I greedily swallowed every bit of it, and I once again lost myself in the throes of an intense orgasm.