The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

My eyes popped open. I was in bed. I lay still for two or three minutes, staring at the ceiling, trying to wake up, shake the sleep from my head, trying to remember where I was, what had happened and just look around. Sunshine filled the room through frilly lace curtains. Frilly lace curtains. God, This isn’t a dream, is it? I am really here. What time is it? I slowly rolled over to discover I was alone in the bed. The last 24 hours had been a whirl wind adventure.

I guess he’s up. I guess I’m going to have to get up too. I rubbed a hand through my hair. Oh... A Brillo pad! My friggin’ head feels like a friggin’ Brillo pad. That bitch! It had really happened! She cut off my hair! I sat up in the bed to swing my legs over the edge, intending to get up and glanced at what I was wearing. A night gown. I was wearing a friggin nightgown. All covered in little blue and pink flowers. When did this happen? When I stood up, the nightgown fell to just below my ankles.

I headed into the bathroom to wash and freshen up. I was shocked at the image in the mirror. I looked just like a poodle. A bunch of tight curly hair seemed to be stuck on just the top of my head, pastel lavender poodle hair. My ears were sticking out from the sides of my head, with not a bit of hair around my ears. My eyebrows were gone and my mouth was all smeared like I’d been sucking on pink cotton candy. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to flatten it down. It would just spring back up into the same bubbly shape.

“Enough of this.”

I walked back into my room, over to the big closet and pulled open the door. Awk! Someone had changed all lothes. Someone had taken away all my clothes and now only had old fashion clothes.

Well I did not know what had happened but no way am I going to wear like my grandmother. Ok, maybe there’s a robe or something in here. I moved hangers full of non-descript clothes back and forth, until I found what looked reasonably like a robe. It was a long pink quilted nylon type of affair, that buttoned from hem to collar with a ruffle trim anywhere they could put one. I slipped my arms into it and looked into the mirror. No way could I button this thing up, it was just too fruity. I left it hanging open and headed toward the door and down the stairs to the first floor.

I needed a cup of coffee. Black. Soon.

I heard activity coming from the kitchen and when I went there I could see a matronly older woman. She was at the sink, finishing up with her washing of the morning breakfast dishes. She was dressed in some kind of nylon smock over another of her formless floral sack dresses, humming some little tune as she worked.

Yes, I am absolutely hallucinating. Sure.

I wasn’t sure I even wanted to go in there, but I do need coffee and I steeled myself, took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen.

“Oh Missy Crissy! Land sakes! Missy Crissy! Look at your feet! You don’t have a thing on your feet! You’re walking around here in bare feet! And cover yourself up! What do you think you’re doing walking around, with your robe and everything hanging open and your night gown just showing for all the world to see! Lands sakes Child, that’s in-decent!”

She wiped her hands on a towel, twisting it harder and harder, the veins began to pop out on her neck. She took a step toward me. I took a step back. I didn’t need this right now.

I stared at the woman in front of me. I’d guess she had to be in her fifties. Are those tortoise frame glasses? And she actually has one of those beaded chain thingies attached to the frames, so they’re always hanging on her ponderous breasts when she can’t find them. Her hair is mostly a light gray, with white at the temples... well what hair she has at her temples was probably white. It was hard to tell. Her hair was permed into a tight little curly ball that seemed to just sit on top of her head like a hat.

“ Who are you?”

“ Missy Crissy, Don’t you dare try me!” Her words came out in short, sharp bursts. " Your Mistress asked me to take care of you. Are you going to button yourself up, or must I help you with that?”

“Ok, OK!” I mumbled, as I pulled the robe around me and began to button it closed over my chest. Anything at all, to shut this bag up.

“All of them!”

“Ok, OK!” I bent over and buttoned each of a long row of fabric covered buttons, all the way down to the hem. Finished, I straightened back up. Bea was wagging a menacing finger toward my neck. Good grief! I closed the last two buttons up to my throat.

“Missy Crissy, Now you march yourself right back up those stairs and get something decent on your feet. There should be some slippers in the closet. Then come right back down here and we will have a little talk.”

I turned and ran up the stairs as quickly as I could, the flounced hem of the robe bouncing around my legs. I got back in my room and slammed the door. Damn, that bitch! I strode over to the closet, opened the door and looked down at a row of shoes carefully arranged across the bottom. Slippers. Where are the slippers? There was just one pair, fluffy pink things, I was half expecting to see bunny ears poking up from them. I pulled them out and slipped my feet into each. Then I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. There I was, a big goofy, ruffled up confection, all in pink... and here I was... back in this damn clothes again. I looked like somebody out of the old “I Love Lucy” re-runs, except I didn’t have her fire engine orange hair... mine was friggin LAVENDER!

She was sitting at the kitchen table and waiting for me, with two cups of tea, when I returned. She motioned silently for me to sit down.

This was incredulous! How could my Mistress Hairdresser leave me here alone with this woman? She had taken my cell phone, my credit cards, all my clothing... my friggin blow dryer!!! Oh, I was trapped! I struggled to remain calm. There was no point in provoking this woman, right now!

“I need a cup of coffee.”

“Tea. It’s better for you.”

I caught that icy, under current in the tone of her voice, as she pushed the cup toward me. We silently squared off against each other, opposite sides of the table, eyeing each other up. But, somehow, sitting there dressed like a sugar cone; I was feeling a little bit like she still had the better hand. I took a full, deep relaxing breath and pulled the cup of tea closer to me. This was not good. I’m stuck here in this nightmare with this woman. Not Good! Not good at all!

After a few minutes of silence, she spoke again. “Drink up your tea, Missy Crissy ”

As if it was a reflex, I opened my mouth and felt as warm tea slipped inside my mouth.

“That’s right Missy Crissy. Don’t you go and be thinking you can pull the wool over my eyes. We all know what kind of a slut you were. We would help you come away from that life of sin. I promise you, that you will learn modesty and self-discipline and your right-full submissive position. Oh, mark my words Missy Crissy, you will study, you will practice, you will learn and you will become a decent woman, because you WANT to be a decent woman”.

This was heavy! I was freaked! Every tought in my mind screamed, “RUN!” But I was petrified. I could not move. In fact I was very relaxed.

She noticed that I kept staring at the tortoise frame glasses in her hand.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

“No, I don’t like…eehhh....... I don’t….” I stammered.

It took me a second to realize that she was waving her glasses back and forth…back and forth…

I stopped talking, watching the tip of her glasses, as it glowed every time he waved it. it started to change colors, and captivate my eyes. I never saw she controlled it. The glasses would dim and then brighten over her words, then change colors and repeat the dimming of all.

“Is that nice, Missy Crissy?“she asked mer.

“Yes…” I said, my voice sounding like it was getting distant.

“Sure. It is very, very nice for you Missy Crissy. And as you watch the glasses go back and forth…back and forth…I want you to just think about yourself…the excitement…knowing what are going to happen to you… feeling getting pampered by a dominant woman..”

At the mere mention of the word ‘pampered’ I relaxed back down as I continued to watch the glasses. Now. her’s lips were inches from my ear as she continued…

“So easy to just listen…so easy to just listen…to just listen…listen to my voice and do as you are told…listen to me as I help you relax…as I help you relax even further and help you find your way… feeling so lost, so confused….that all you need to do right now is listen to me and I will help you find your way…find your way to Alison…watching the glasses go back and forth, back and forth… sitting in your chair… … I will help you find your way to Alison and you will feel soooo good to be so submissive…so obedient…to do as you are told…”

My body was too heavy to move. She leaned in closer to my ear and when she spoke, I felt his brain explode and melt.

“ Missy Crissy, can you hear me?”

I spoke, “Yes, I can hear you.”

“You are so relaxed right now, so obedient and more importantly….so dominated …that you all you want to do right now is follow my instructions….follow what I tell you to do…what I tell you to think… because you are so relaxed and you have no other desires…no other cares but to do as you are told…”

I did not reply.

“First off, Missy Crissy, we will have some simple rules around here. And let’s just start with your vulgar display this morning. You will never, ever, leave that bedroom again, flaunting your body for the world to see. If you do not have the opportunity to venture forth from that room fully clothed, then you will certainly pull on your robe and slippers and you will be fully covered and closed up and look completely presentable. Actually, you should not even leave your bed without a dressing gown and footwear. Is that clear enough for you?”

Was this freaking Bitch trying to tell me how to freaking dress in my own freaking bedroom? I think I was shaking.

“Number Two. You will dress like a lady every day and you will certainly not leave this house looking anything less then a lady. That means wearing your girdle, brassiere, hosiery, knickers, slip, and a nice blouse and skirt, or a nice dress. You’ll wear proper shoes and accessories. You will always be neat and everything will be tucked in and buttoned up. You will check your seams and keep them straight. If you find a hook or a button on anything, you will fasten it. The only skin you will show anyone, will be above your collar and on your arms, below your elbows. Your Your Mistress expects you to dress like a lady and you shall not disappoint him.”

“Number Three. Only your Mistress will take care of your hair. She is very happy with your new cut. She thinks it made you look real pretty and feminine for her. Your Mistress just wants to make sure your hair stays nice and neat and pretty all of the time, so she will touch you up twice a week. I’ll call her and get your appointments set up. This also means you’ll have to take extra special care with your do. You should wear a hairnet over it when you go to bed, a scarf if you go out and there’s some wind and of course, and a plastic cap in the bath. Do I make myself clear?”

“Ah... a bathing cap? When... How... When am I supposed to wash my hair?

“I said, Your Mistress will take care of your hair. That means, she will wash it for you when she thinks it needs washing. Heavens, you don’t wash a set like that every day. That’s what Your Mistress does for you, She’ll keep your hair nice and you just take care of it, like you’re supposed to, between your appointments.”

“Of course, there will be the laundry and cleaning, and I guess we’ll have to work on your cooking. I think the rest of the rules, you can learn as you help me around here. Oh, and of course, you have a curfew. I’ll expect you to be in bed by 9 o’clock. Your days will be starting pretty early; you’ll have to give enough time to get yourself presentable for your days studies and chores. Land sakes... look at the time! Well, we won’t let that happen again. We were half thinking of picking out a new dress for you and maybe get you fitted into your own foundations, but I guess for now, there’s still enough of that things in the closet and dresser, to fit you. So Missy Crissy, that’s the way it is and that’s the way it’s going to be. Now get yourself up those stairs and get dressed.”