The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Oh, yes! ... Oh, yes! ... Oh ... Oh ... yes!!!”

Sorry, you caught me at what could be termed an inopportune moment, with Mike proving just how dedicated he is to me, and showing how good he is in bed as well.

But, let’s face it, that’s not what you’re here for, is it? Oh, sorry, it is? Ah well, back to the story anyway. ;)

You may remember that at the end of the last chapter, we’d come to the conclusion that, even if Heather didn’t need a slave in the same sense as me, a manservant would prove very handy all the same. Alright darlings, it might be a let down for him that she wouldn’t be interested in him sexually, but I’m sure that Jo and I could keep him more than satisfied on that point. And if Jo didn’t keep him happy, well, she wouldn’t get punished (I know, perverse thinking for most, but this is Jo we’re talking about after all, lol!).

So, shortly before Heather’s next visit, I made the call and arranged things. The thing is, several of “the boys” have got as wicked a sense of humour as me, and therefore they decided to make a rather artistic takedown of Kris for me. Fortunately, it’s not only men who work in that department! ;)

So, someone with a very ample cleavage, pretending to not be too bright, went down to Alabama. Well, I assume she was only pretending not to be too bright; after all, if she works in that department ... On the other hand, they allegedly do try out mind control, and intelligence reduction experiments, so she might just be ... aww, you guessed she was blonde—no idea how!

It worked! He couldn’t believe his luck: a fantasy woman actually making a pass at him. And of course we all know where this is heading ... bed, and sex in her hotel room! Poor guy never knew there was someone out in the bathroom, just waiting for him to use up all his strength, and then ...

He came, quite impressively I’m told, and the other agent walked out from the back room, injected him with something, and watched him fall asleep in her arms. Well, alright, he fell asleep right into the depths of her cleavage, and they had to rescue him from possible suffocation. But he ended up in her arms, at least, lol!

From there, not a clue: the guys like to keep a few secrets from me, even if they know I could soon get the details if I wanted to. But what I don’t know, I can’t be implicated for, I guess. All I got is the phone call telling me there would be a delivery the next morning, and also a package I had to pick up from the nearby airport, which couldn’t be dispatched the normal way, so that it would have arrived that day. “That’s fine,” I thought, “I’ll send Jo to collect that.”

Contacted the airport the next day; yes, it was there, and it was fine to send someone to collect it.

Well, it should have been fine! “Jo, I need you to go to Tri-City Airport, and pick up a package for me. I have no idea what, the guys won’t give me details, so treat it as fragile, okay?”

“Yes, Mistress, I will do that straight away. Tri Cities Airport?”

So alright, I wasn’t listening closely, and so didn’t pick up on the difference in what she said.

“Yes, Jo, that’s the one.”

We thought she was taking her time collecting the package and getting back here—it was only seven miles each way, after all—but maybe the paperwork was complex or something. It was only two hours later, when the Airport cargo people rang me to check that the package was being collected as arranged, that I began to wonder what was wrong. I decided it was time to give Jo a call on her cell phone: “Jo, is there a problem, we were expecting you back by now?”

“No, Mistress, everything is fine, though I’m confused as to why you thought I’d be back by now. I’m still not quite halfway there.”

“Jo, I sent you to Tri City airport, at Parsons, about 7 miles from here. That shouldn’t take 30 minutes total, let alone two hours to get halfway, unless a train got stuck across the level crossing or something. Where are you?

“Approaching Springfield, Missouri, Mistress, you said Tri Cities airport, in Alabama, so that’s what I put in the sat-nav.”

Mike knew something was up by the look on my face, and asked, “What’s wrong, Mistress?”

I laughed, “Jo is doing her best literal translation thing again, going to the wrong airport. Be a darling, and go to Tri City airport, at Parsons, and collect the package, will you?” I asked him.

“Of course, Mistress,” he replied, and happily set off.

Getting back to Jo, I said, “Jo dear, turn around at the first opportunity, and come back here. You’ve got it wrong I’m afraid, I said Tri-City, not cities.” trying desperately hard not to burst into a fit of laughter. “Of course, you know what this means?”

“What, Mistress?” she replied.

“No punishment tonight!”

I could hear her moan of disappointment down the phone line. Well, I was assuming that was what it was, and not that she’d secreted a vibrator somewhere before setting out (it was the former, as I found out when she finally made it back).

Mike beat her back, though not by that much. It seemed that when they went to ‘sort out’ Kris’s home, they found a very cute cat in residence there, and that’s what had been transported down to us by plane. Jo was sent to the store (with directions to get there and back; I can be so naughty at times) to get some food for it, while Mike and I looked after it.

Incredibly, despite everything, it settled in quite quickly, and we left it at that. Kris could pick up the reins with it the next day though.

I was flattered by the way he was delivered the next day, personal service from the guys. “Hi, Merry, package for you.” they said, gently directing him into the hallway.

“Allister, Ray, nice to see you. To what do I owe this honour?”

“We just wanted to make sure the other package got here safely as well, that was all.”

“Do you mean this little package?” I asked, as Jo walked into sight, carrying the cat in her arms.

“That’s the one!” they said in unison, “Just wanted to make sure the little thing was fine, that was all. Are you happy to keep her here? If not, we know where we can find her a good home.”

I looked at Kris, doing my best stony-faced impression, and he looked at me. I then broke into a smile, and said, “She’ll be fine guys. We’re keeping her!”

“In that case, we’ll get going for now. Keep well, Merry, see you again soon, we hope.”

“You know me, guys; you will. And thanks again!”

“Our pleasure.” And they left.

I sent Mike to fetch a glass of water, while I undid the package that was Kris. I made sure taking the gag out was the last thing I did, though I saw keeping the cat in close range as a sign of placation, and I hoped he did the same, because, until I could delve into his mind, and change a few things ... Besides, I didn’t want to change too much myself; he was to be Heather’s slave and servant, so wanted her to do her own customisation when she arrived the next day. So I did just enough to keep things peaceful, and happy ...

When he finally recovered his voice, he asked, “Why have you done this to me?” Hallelujah, someone who wants to know the why, and not just the where!

With a wicked grin on my face, I just replied, trying hard to look innocent, “Because I could, maybe?”

Mike roared with laughter at that, and everyone joined in, including Kris.

“Real reason, I heard someone had decided he was now submissive, and my new partner, Heather, needs a good servant to work for her. So you came to mind. Didn’t know I was bringing another into the household as well, though!” I added with a laugh, pointing at the cat, still cradled in Jo’s arms.

Kris just smiled, “I wasn’t expecting that. Thanks.”

“Neither were we, but the guys are a good bunch, really, so what they did doesn’t surprise me. But now I need to get you ready for duties, before Heather arrives tomorrow.”

“By the way, where am I?” he asked.

“Cherryvale, Kansas.” we replied in unison. For some reason he didn’t seem overly surprised to discover that.

I delved into his mind, quickly changing a few things as necessary, and maybe one or two that didn’t really need changing, just because its fun to do so, darlings! As I said, I didn’t want to do too much; wanted Heather to have scope to set him up as she desired, not as I thought she might desire. Finally, when all was done ...

“I think someone had better road test the new model, just to make sure everything works properly.” I said, looking at Jo. She grinned, expecting ... “But as someone let Mistress down earlier, I’d better do it myself!”

By now, it was me with the grin on my face, and Kris with the erection hastily forming. I might have given him a little help on that front, but hey, a woman’s satisfaction is the main thing, after all. ;)

And yes, alright, he passed the test with flying colours. He might have thought it was his action that ensured he came just as I hit my own orgasm, but he would be wrong—but I couldn’t tell him that. He knew what he was doing, though, got me nicely aroused, and certainly brought me to a nice peak of satisfaction, that was for sure. I’d let Jo do her own road test later, though only when she had finished writing “I must listen more carefully to Mistress Merry” fifty times, lol!

Mike, well no, I didn’t think either he or Kris would want that road test done somehow, lol. And as I had a rule about a happy household to uphold, well, he’d have to be satisfied with me, when I’d recovered my strength a bit.

The next morning, Jo and I set off for Kansas City Airport to pick up Heather, who was coming down to stay for a week or two. And yes, I set up the sat-nav for that journey, lol! The guys were left at home, partly to get to know each other better (though, as I said earlier, not in that sense), but mainly to make sure the place was perfect for when their two Mistresses arrived home later that day.

She was almost disappointed to know that Jo wasn’t fitted with a vibrator this time around, but, as she was driving, I was being practical on that front. Heather was fascinated to hear the news about having a new manservant, though glad to hear that she didn’t need to have very close contact with him, as that really wasn’t her scene. I assured her that Jo and I would keep him more than satisfied, and so it proved ...

To be honest, I don’t remember much of the journey back home. Heather was clearly disappointed at not having anyone to play with mentally, so I offered up my mind for her delectation. She took it with glee, though she did return me to what she called ‘default setting’ just as we were pulling back into Cherryvale.

Later, Jo told me that I kept making funny bleeping noises, and saying “Yes, Mistress” in a very strange way on the journey back. Heather just looked coy when I asked her about it later, and said I’d be fine ... once I’d been lubed up! What that meant, I have no idea!

She and her new manservant seemed to get on fine, and very soon he was happy that there wasn’t going to be any physical stuff between him and his new Mistress, but that he wouldn’t miss out, either. For whatever reason, Heather didn’t let me in the room while she was doing her custom job on his mind. I was equally sure I’d be fine, everything seemed to be, at least. Well, beyond the desire to wear silver leggings as part of my nightwear that night, but Heather assures me that will be fine, as well.

It was certainly fine later that night when I was eating out her delectable pussy, that was for sure. And yes, it was very nice indeed when she returned the compliment later! ;)

As for the next day, plans are afoot ...