The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Well hello, darlings, are you still here? Hoping Mistress Merry will turn you into one of her little pets, or maybe one of her studs? Or is it just the story keeping you here? Or, like someone else, are you hoping I might give you a show of my excellent bondage skills, and maybe tease you with a few of my toys?

Who is that a hint to? I have absolutely no idea! ;)

Just for now I want you to forget that epilogue piece from part 1, and for that you have two choices. You can either conveniently forget all about it, or I can use my powers, and make you do just that. Your call? Fine, let’s continue then ...

Yes, I now have a handy, and wonderfully obedient slave, but like the other woman with the middle name of Louise, and a surname of Brooks, I’m quite demanding when it comes to sex. I like it, lots of it, in fact, and some of it quite kinky, though always with me in charge. And besides, he promised to get on with his writing if I left him in peace for a while, so how could I refuse that offer?

So yes, I kept some of my local studs very busy over the next few months. Thankfully, staying on the pill, even in a small town Kansas wasn’t much of a problem. Give it a few more years (alright, maybe a bit less at my age), and I wouldn’t have to worry about motherhood anyway lol! Of course, the one or two local ladies I let worship my body were quite nice as well... ;)

Did I mention kinky? You don’t really want to know about that, do you? Oh alright, darlings, just for you. I mentioned in the first part about finding out where the earlier Miss Brooks lived, didn’t I? Well, luckily for me, there was a local historian around here, and though he wasn’t the best between the sheets in town, he was pretty decent all the same. And —honest— it wasn’t me who gave him the kink of wanting to make love to the original Louise Brooks, although I might have helped it along.

So alright, she left Cherryvale in her teens, and I wasn’t into Lolita-type stuff. Thankfully, neither was he! Besides which, however good the make up, the odds on me looking 20 again might be a bit distant anyway. But of course, with a little use of my powers, he wasn’t going to concern himself with that, especially when I implanted an image in his mind that, well, might have made him think I was 20 while he was fucking me senseless. He wasn’t only useful in bed, though. I found out where both the houses that LB lived in around here were, and paid dutiful visits. Sadly it wasn’t possible to purchase either, but such is life.

It wasn’t all one way traffic, though. An internet friend in New England found me some old film with Brooksie speaking, and, with a little practice, well, I could do a decent impersonation. Good enough to keep both of us very content, shall we say? ;) Must do her a favour some time in return, though. Hmm, I wonder ... more later, perhaps?

It spiced up local life, as well. and ‘Louise Brooks’ got to open the new grocers store, and was the star attraction on the 4th of July and the like. The community was even more excited when the local history people were able to advise me on what clothes to buy and how to get my makeup done to really fit the part. And hey, it gave me chance to try ‘the voice’ out on more than just him. I know, I should have been trying to keep a low profile … maybe … but I was turning into a local celebrity, no one seemed to mind the fact, so, all in all ...

… But, for now …

Anyway, back to the present and all that— so, yes, you can now remember that epilogue again. So yes, I had mentioned some bondage-loving sub up in the North East, and how she had now become available for service at my feet, and, well, elsewhere, as well. And besides, variety is the spice of life, and that would go for me, for her, and for my other slave. She claimed to be bisexual, so I’d have to put it to the test, in as many ways as possible!

The big question with her though, was the method of getting her here. Most of my ‘captures’ (for want of a better word) needed to be dragged here screaming. Well, not literally screaming; my friends usually ensured that, on arrival, screaming was not very likely, as they’d still be sleeping off whatever had been used to subdue them. No, I never asked what was used; what I didn’t know, I couldn’t be incriminated for, lol! But, with this one, I was pretty sure that as long as I didn’t mention that she’s be having sex with guys as well as girls, well, she’d come pretty willingly! Even more so if I commanded her to come, with or without using powers on her! Of course, once she was here ...

So I could be a good girl, and just invite her down for a stay, and she’d probably come. If I mentioned my bondage toy-box, no contest. But hey, where’s the fun in being a good girl? ;)

Alright then, fine. A few weeks later a new carpet arrived as a gift for my ‘little’ home. and shock horror, when I unroll it, what should I find inside, all nicely bound and gagged, but guess who? “Mmmff, mmmff.” was the greeting I got. Not the respectful one I was hoping for, but hey, it would be hard to say “Thank you, Mistress” in loving and respectful terms under the circumstances. But I suspected that wasn’t what she was trying to say anyway!

I admired my minions’ handiwork— though, knowing Jo, she was probably telling them how tight to tie her anyway, at least until they gagged her. Maybe that’s why they gagged her, but probably not; someone from the freight train company might have heard her if they hadn’t, and let her loose if they hadn’t, though more likely Jo would only have moaned more if they had freed her! I loved the touch of stuffing a vibrator in her snatch. I was thankful they hadn’t switched it on, though; it would have ruined the carpet!

Yes, I’m cruel at times, so my slave and I went and put the carpet down in place before I let her out. The one snag was that I suspected she preferred it that way around! Alright, finally we let her loose.

“Where am I?” she asked immediately.

Its funny, isn’t it? You’d think at least one would want to know straightaway why I had done this to them, but no, all a captive wants to know is her location. Maybe the next one ...?

“Welcome to Kansas, sweetheart.” I replied, impressing myself with how good my local accent was getting. “Have you ever heard of Cherryvale?”

She shook her head.

“In that case, you don’t know where you are!” I said, roaring with laughter, “But I call it home sweet home nowadays.”

“By the way, do I know you?” Jo asked.

“From the Forums at least, my little bondage queen. You can call me Mistress Merry, and will do in time, but for now the less formal version is ...”

“Stevie! Hey, wow! This must be MC!”

“Yes, it is, though when it’s just the two of us, he answers to slave. And will still do so, now it’s the three of us. He’s been trained to always call me Mistress; so much nicer that way. And you’ll do the same, too, very soon, once I’ve got you trained.”

“Trained? You aren’t seriously thinking about ...”

“Turning you into one of my slaves? Oh, absolutely. I need a good pussy licker and bondage slut for my quiet moments. I’ve heard tell you’re quite promising on those fronts, and, with a little bit of training by me ...”

I probed to see if I was getting any resistance to my plans for her. Not in the slightest! Given that she was female, that was handy. Willing victims could still be changed quite easily, but, if she’d put up a fight, it might have been harder work for me. Mind, I hadn’t mentioned the sex with men thing yet, so ...

“Do I have any choice?” Jo asked.

“Not really, but you won’t find me a harsh Mistress, unless you want me to be,” I replied, not telling her that my powers were more limited with women, since, if I fought by stealth ...

“I might want you to be!” she said with a grin.

“Well, fair enough, then ... on your knees, slave!”

Give her her due, she dropped straight to the floor, obediently. I lifted my skirt and dropped my panties, “You know what to do next?”

She did, and was as good as she claimed. But yes, I am wicked at times, and set about delving into and changing her mind while she was doing so. When I was finally satisfied, in more senses than one, I squirted my pleasure straight over her face.

“You are good, slave Jo.” I said.

“Thank you, Mistress,” came the reply.

The rest of the day passed nicely enough. We both provided Jo with a testing, and lengthy session of bondage and the like, and she rewarded us with several strong orgasms. And I let our new slave cook the evening meal, though, as was usually the way: the slaves are permitted to, and indeed expected to, eat with Mistress.

It was only at bedtime that I broke the news to her.

“Tonight slaves, I shall sleep alone, as I want you two to get to know each other better. And yes, Jo, that does mean ...”

I hastily left the room, roaring with laughter as I did so. To be fair to Jo, she really is bisexual, so ... ;)

I went off to make plans. In all honesty, if I was going to add to the slave harem here, I needed support. And, let’s face it, if one (Stevie) Louise Brooks was good for Cherryvale, just imagine how good a second one would be. Mind, getting Heather to change her middle, and surname (I assumed) might or might not be easy. I sent off an e-mail to her, just suggesting ... Not that it mattered really whether she changed her name or not, but having good female company here, with an equal love for all things Louise, would be really nice.

After that, I could sort out a male slave, just for her service. I knew the perfect candidate: ;) somewhere down in the southeastern corner of the US was ...

Life here was pretty good, but nothing that couldn’t be even better with a loving, equal partner of feminine persuasion, especially one I seemed to have so much in common with. And even better, I could gain Cherryvale another resident, this time without having to call in my friends to help me do so. That’s not to say I wouldn’t do so if I had to, but I hoped that wouldn’t be the case this time around.

I went on the Garden. Someone was asking if people knew where Jo was; they hadn’t heard from her for a couple of days. I’d have to let her use the computer in the slave’s room tomorrow. Didn’t want people getting suspicious, did I? ;) I posted something, saying I was sure she was fine, and having fun somewhere, and left it at that.

As I passed their bedroom on the way to my own luxurious chamber, I could hear that indeed, the two slaves were definitely having fun!