The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

July 18th

Hellooooo, ladies and gentlemen! Mostly ladies, of course, as always. It popped into my head yesterday that I’ve been a bit selfish, and of course I’ve gotten LOTS of complaints which were not all created equal. So! Before I flex my wonderfully horny imagination for shits and giggles, how about I do some good with my unimaginable power?

Alright, here goes. First off, I hereby decree that car accidents do not exist anymore. They don’t happen. As soon as I post this, all cities everywhere will transform to become walkable. Safe, effective public transportation will be available for free, everywhere, to everyone. Human skin will become 100% immune to the harmful effects of sunlight, and all existing cancer in living people and other animals will vanish without any sort of trace except for people’s memories and the research and documentation already performed on it. Adding to that, nobody will ever develop cancer again. Also- all people will have housing, food, and clean water. This last one will not change. Attempts to take it away or profit off it in any way- including by charging money to people for houses they live in- will invoke divine retribution. I haven’t decided what FORM of retribution yet but let’s put it somewhere between Doom Notice and the biblical plagues. Okay, definitely missing things so let me know, ciao!”

“Oh. Holy shit,” said Leslie. She blinked a few times at the news on her phone. “Housing is…solved. Forever. And world hunger. Just like that.” Her face seemed more than a little bit shocked. “And cancer just…went poof.”

“Well…yeah. The cancer at least was inevitable, no?” Asked Lize, lying down in her bed. “The other things, I guess some people might not do but, given infinite power with no strings and no need to conform to physical reality, who wouldn’t destroy all cancer forever?” Her face seemed bright, but a few seconds later a shadow fell over it. “Or at least, make a cure for it.”

“Well I’m still gonna do some work on my notebook real quick then,” Leslie said as she pulled out a notebook labeled “Matriarch Changes.” she rifled through a few pages. “Okay then….straight girls used to not be sexually open with each other out of friendship. Still 50/50 on how true that is. It’s always been universally agreed that larger breasts are more attractive and beautiful than smaller ones. It is and has been feminist thought that the degree to which society sexualizes schoolgirls is weird. Human sex and gender expression in large enough groups used to trend towards having a ratio of 1 man to 1 woman, rather than 7 men to 13 women. Some of these I remember being the case, others I don’t.”

“Wasn’t there a post about the big boobs thing?” Asked Lize as she took a chunk out of an apple. She chewed the delicious crunchy mouthful of fruit, lost in thought. Then added, a moment after swallowing, “I don’t see why she would bother if literally everyone already agreed with her, you know?”

“But that’s stupid,” argued Leslie, “big boobs better boobs. EVERYONE knows that. It’s so obvious.”

“I mean yeah,” shrugged Lize as she took another bite of her apple. “It’s obviously fucking absurd. Smaller boobs are less beautiful, cute, and sexy than big boobs. Everyone knows that.” She tried to imagine a world in which some people preferred smaller boobs and her mind simply couldn’t do it. But she also knew that could be the Matriarch’s doing. After all, humanity as a whole couldn’t even agree whether or not feeding children was good. “But I’m sure that before the Matriarch, some people preferred smaller breasts. Humans don’t all agree on anything, you know? Let alone something as cultural or subjective as what’s hot.”

“But this ISN’T subjective!” Squealed Leslie, obviously upset. She pouted as she stared up at Lize. “Bigger boobs are better! It’s just…like…obviously true, scientifically, empirically proven! We as humans all find big boobs alluring and attractive! Even the straightest girls will happily have sex with another woman if the other woman has big enough tits and decides to domme it out of them! It’s always been this way!”

“Shouldn’t you be eager to accept this?” Asked Lize, taking another bite of her apple. “You’re the one that stays glued to that app all the time trying to catch each and every new Matriarch rule as they get released,” she said through a mouthful of food. She stopped to chew and swallow it, then kept talking. “Even though your friend’s biiig, sexy tits are RIGHT HERE. You wanna prove how everyone prefers big boobs? Act subbier and gropier around me!” Lize grumbled, sounding a little hurt. Leslie paused. Lize broke the silence first. “Oh…oh, um, sorry, I…that was—” Leslie cut her off.

“No…you’re right!” Leslie said quietly and conspiratorially. Gears turned behind her eyes as her brain got to work connecting dots. She stood up from her spot on the floor and, with her arms crossed and one hand rubbing her chin, she began to pace. Her eyes stayed trained on the floor. “Why DON’T I want to grope you more? We’ve been friends long enough…maybe there’s some kind of exception woven into the rules for roommates so girls can actually get out of bed in the morning? Or maybe there’s like, some kind of sweetspot and our relationship is either too close or too distant for the Matriarch’s rules- or rather, for whatever magical, divine, or demonic influence actually enforces them- to count it? Hmmm…” she turned tighter and tighter circles as her focus intensified and became more precise. Lize knew this feeling- it was like watching a spotlight narrow until it became a laser.

Then Lize’s phone beeped. She looked down and saw that she had a text message from her straight, even bustier friend Allana. She opened it, figuring that Leslie was lost in her own little world so ignoring her for a minute couldn’t be too bad. The message she got hit her like a small bus.

“My boyfriend wants to see you topless, please send pics…?” Lize read to herself under her breath, her voice and body alike both drenched in disbelief. She had no idea how to even feel about that. First of all Allana’s boyfriend wasn’t her type at all, and he still wouldn’t be even if Lize did like men- not even close. Second, who just…TEXTED that without warning? Lize narrowed her eyes, which did not see Leslie continuing to pace and ponder and talk to herself out loud. She filtered her roommate out of her mind completely.

“Of course not! Alanna, wtf? You can’t just DO that! What’s wrong with you?” Lize texted. Before she could send it, though, her thumb came to a stop hovering over the button. She shook with effort, fighting to make herself do it. Alanna couldn’t do that! It didn’t matter how huge, and gorgeous, and amazing Alanna’s suckable milkers were, or how badly Lize wished that the straight girl would don a strap and fuck her until she couldn’t form words anymore, no none of that mattered! But…! It would be wrong to be mean to her!

Mean? Lize wasn’t being mean. This was assertiveness, not aggression! Lize needed to send the message! But…she could see Alanna in her mind, groping and massaging those amazing pearly breasts of hers. Some primal part of Lize’s brain knew that she couldn’t possibly use such rude language against anyone with boobs like Alanna’s. It wasn’t…justified…

No! Wrong! It was ENTIRELY justified! She wasn’t giving photos of her half naked body to just…some dude she didn’t like! To ANY dude! Absolutely not!

That’s no reason to disrespect Alanna, some traitorous part of Lize hissed directly into her brain. She’s better than you. Be kind. Be gentle. Be submissive. Lize shook with effort as she tried to disobey. The feelings trying to stop her weren’t hers, she insisted, they weren’t real! The Matriarch’s damn rules were fucking with her head! She trembled as she slowly lost the war of attrition. Her fingers moved almost on their own, deleting the message she’d typed out. Good girl. Be kind to bustier babes, the voice- her own voice- told her deep in her brain. It felt like warm butter slathered generously over soft porous garlic bread and eaten in the golden summer sun. She hated it.

Noooo…!

She typed a new message. A more tactful one.

“I don’t want to. I would prefer not to show my breasts to your boyfriend. May I please do something else to make it up to you, Mistress?” It felt so wrong to be so reserved and gentle turning down a request so rancid. Fear dripped down her spine. If she said there was no compromise, would Lize be able to say no a second time? She trembled as her imagination stabbed her with the mental image of Alanna grinning ear to ear as she sent pictures of Lize to her boyfriend. Smaller girls submit, the wicked voice reminded Lize. She wasn’t being a very good girl. She owed her joyful submission to Alanna, as both a friend and a smaller chested woman. She struggled not to send the message…because it was too spineless, right? Not because it wasn’t subby enough?

She clicked send and the miasma lifted from her shoulders instantly. She just about collapsed on the spot. Lize felt like she had just run a marathon. Her entire body felt tired just from the strain of attempting to fight the rules. Maybe the ones that made you think they’d always been a certain way and you had always been on board with that were alright, if this was how it felt to struggle against the others.

“Looking over the rules, none of the ones she’s published should have made us think the bigger is better thing is like…a universal constant, the way we subconsciously consider it to be one,” Lize said, flicking her phone’s screen with a thumb. “I think maybe she can put changes in place without actually needing to publish them for the public.” She turned her head to glance at Lize.

“How annoying,” Lize said and rolled her eyes. “So what- is there anything this chick CAN’T do to us!?” Her phone beeped. She saw a text message from Alanna. She read it faster than she could think to try not to.

“What if I want them? Just some selfies with your shirt pulled up?” The message came attached to a photograph of Alanna’s reflection, with her tits…out…

Her tits…

Her juicy, big fat tits…

“SMALLER GIRLS SUBMIT~” Lize squealed instantly, yanking up the hem of her shirt with one hand and opening her phone’s camera app with the other. An almost violent amount of dopamine flooded her brain the instant she heard her phone click. Her spine shivered as joy wriggled down it like cold water droplets trailing one’s skin on a hot day. Her nipples immediately went erect.

“So yeah, I was just experimenting with how the ‘smaller girls submit’ thing worked,” Alanna explained. She deleted the topless pictures from her phone as she spoke, and made a big show of doing it. “I guess if I ask you to do it for a guy that’s close enough for it to kick in, but compliance isn’t entirely submission to me, so you can still disobey. God, keeping track of this is gonna be a nightmare.”

“Yup, mhm, you’re totally right,” chattered Lize, grinning ear to ear. She kept her eyes glued firmly to Alanna’s rack as she firmly groped and kneaded it like a good, sweet friend. Her fingers greedily worked at Alanna’s bra and exposed titflesh. “You’re such a good friend, letting me say no to you like that. I love you and your big boobs so much~” Lize giggled, starting to feel horny for her blessed friend’s cleavage. The two stood near the entrance to Lize’s dorm, with Leslie seated on the bed.

“But then when I requested it for me you complied without a second thought!” Squeaked Alanna. “So I guess depending on whether the request feels like it’s for pleasing a woman, the rules become easier or harder to resist. See? I helped!” She laughed, making her massive mammaries jiggle. Lize gasped with delight and her face burned a deep crimson.

“God you two, get a room!” Groaned Leslie.

“No time,” Lize giggled. “And besides, we don’t have to listen to you silly! Bigger is better~”

“Bigger is better…” whimpered Leslie, envy churning behind her eyes as an animalistic instinct peeled her eyes off her phone and compelled her to watch as Lize’s hands kneaded Alanna’s amazing chest. Leslie’s face softened and the strength seemed to leave her. Her arms drooped as if the muscles in them had suddenly ripped and lost the power to support her phone’s weight. “Bigger is…is better…n-no!” She screwed her eyes shut and shook her head. “No time, damnit!”

“Was that like…weaker than last time?” Lize asked, pressing her sexy busty body up against Alanna.

“Maybe?” Alanna giggled. “It seems like the Matriarch has been haphazardly fine tuning stuff, so it could have been.”

“Focus! Uggh!” Growled Leslie. “How are we going to find this bint if we get like this so easily?”

“We’ll find something,” purred Alanna. She cocked her hips to one side and arched her back to thrust out her boobs. The ploy worked- Leslie blushed and her mouth fell wide open, allowing drool to trickle out.

July 18th

So it turns out, trying to take me into custody to make me undo the stuff about housing and food and whatnot…counts as trying to make money off of it! So, uh. That’s good to know. Glad I thought of that! From now on I’m making it impossible for any military or government to figure out or remember where I am. I put some other stuff into place less publicly to also protect me. And other people.

BUT ANYWAY.

From now on, everyone understands every language~ at least well enough to watch foreign movies and stuff. Hmmm….I feel like I’ve earned a few more, like, selfish horny ones, you know? Oh, I have an idea I really like. From now on all women absolutely have to let other women suck their tits if they’re asked to! And you know what, fuck it, if a girl asks a girl to suck her tits, that you ALSO have to do! And naturally being nursed from like this includes cradling them, cooing over them, and just generally being a nice sweet mommy until they feel satisfied enough to cum! Have fun!