The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“It’s strange,” Eva commented, brushing bread crumbs off her nightgown. “I can’t remember the last time we all had breakfast together.”

Valerie arched an eyebrow from across the table. “Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures,” she quipped, trying to hide her revulsion at her sisters’ eating habits. Theresa, on the other hand, hadn’t touched any of her food yet—perhaps she was inflicting another fast on herself, paying penance for some arbitrary sin. Or, perhaps her stomach was still in knots from the reading last night. Valerie certainly couldn’t blame her for that.

“I-I suppose we’re here to discuss Mother’s will, right?” the youngest sister asked, her enormous blue eyes shining in the sunlight. “That’s why Poe isn’t serving us this morning, right?”

Valerie’s eyes narrowed. She had forgotten Theresa could be surprisingly sharp when she wanted to. “Indeed,” the elder sister answered. “I told him to replace all the flowers in the manor this morning, which should keep him occupied enough for us to have a frank discussion.”

Eva sighed. “I get the feeling that by ‘discussion,’ you mean another batch of Commander Val’s marching orders.”

Valerie’s fists balled under the table, but she hid her irritation with a smile. “I could never order you around, Eva, even if I wanted to. However,” her expression turned serious, “I have already put a plan into motion, and would strongly suggest the both of you not interfere. It’s in your best interests, believe me.”

“Of course, if you say so,” Theresa nodded, so quickly Valerie would have interpreted it as sarcastic were it also not so meek. “I trust you to do what’s right.”

“Wait, hold on a minute,” Eva said through a mouthful of sausage. “By ‘plan’, what exactly are you talking about? Are you saying you have a way to get our money back?”

Valerie rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t put it so crudely, but yes, my goal is to return our Mother’s fortune to its proper place.”

“Meaning all of us?” Eva’s expression darkened. “Or just you?”

“You will all receive your fair share,” Valerie answered. “Provided, again, that you do not interfere. This is a delicate negotiation I’m managing.”

“Is that why you’re dressed like an escort?” Eva smirked. “For negotiating?”

“Eva!” Theresa gasped, scandalized. “You shouldn’t talk about family like that.”

Valerie sipped her tea, not bothering to dignify Eva’s barb with a response. True, she was dressed rather…provocatively today. Gone were the frumpy mourning outfits of the past month, replaced with an elegant lavender dress, its bare shoulders and deep neckline showing off her fair skin and prominent, tightly-packed breasts. It wasn’t the most modest choice, but it was certainly elegant. If Eva couldn’t see that, there was no point in explaining it.

“Just stay away from the library tonight,” Valerie warned, “and the Harroway legacy will be secure.”

Valerie adjusted the candles on the coffee table, nudging them just so before returning to her practiced pose, reclining with a book in hand. From this angle, she knew anyone who entered the expansive library would find their eyes drawn to her graceful beauty, draped casually yet elegantly across the sofa, surrounded by shadowy shelves, her face lit mysteriously by the flickering light. Such a display would put the brashest of nobles on the back foot—for a common peasant like Poe, it would likely leave him speechless.

Valerie was counting on that. All of this was part of her plan, her design. Earlier today, she had told Poe she would be expecting her usual evening tea in the library, as had been their custom for years. Despite his newfound status as heir apparent, the butler acquiesced to the demand without a fight—more than likely he was so shocked and befuddled by the recent turn of events, he hadn’t yet come to realize the power he now wielded. Not that it mattered: whether he entered this room with a bow or swagger, Valerie was confidant she could turn the tide in her favor.

The creak of the doors signaled the arrival of her foe. Valerie waited a moment before looking up, as though she had been so engrossed in reading, she had forgotten their arrangement.

“Ah, Poe,” she said with a relaxed smile. “Right on time as always.” To her delight, she noticed he was entering as he normally did, greeting her with a polite bow before pushing the tea tray into the room.

“Punctuality is the first mark of a good servant,” the butler replied. “It was one of the first lessons your mother taught me, and I cherish it dearly.”

“Indeed,” Valerie nodded, enjoying the sight of her opponent deferentially arranging tea and cake before her. “But I confess, I had the notion you might no longer feel bound by such customs, given the rather shocking turn of events last night.”

“As always, my Lady, you are perceptive beyond measure,” Poe’s eyes twinkled in the candlelight. “The revelation of your mother’s will did indeed leave me feeling somewhat adrift as to my place in this household. But, when one feels themselves at a loss, one must turn to what they know. And serving you,” he added, offering a teacup and saucer to her, “is what I know best.”

“Well said.” Valerie took a deep sip of tea, savoring its flavor. It was sweeter than normal, though perhaps that was simply the taste of impending victory she was detecting. “Though I still can’t help but wonder if you fully grasp the situation you’re in, Poe.”

A single eyebrow arched. “My Lady?”

“For whatever reason, Mother has chosen to mark you her heir,” Valerie continued, her eyes narrowing over her cup, “but that’s not as simple as you inheriting a lump sum of money. There are vast responsibilities and expectations that come with the position, both legal and moral. Were you aware of this?”

“Not in the particular sense,” Poe admitted. “But I assure you, I will think carefully about how to best fulfill your mother’s wishes.”

“Then I advise you listen to what I’m about tell you carefully,” Valerie said, taking a moment to drain the last of her cup and let Poe sweat. “I believe it will play a great role in your…considerations.”

The butler kept his face blank, but Valerie could detect the tension in his shoulders as he bent down to refill her cup. “As always, my Lady, I await your wisdom.”

Despite herself, Valerie chuckled. This was going so well it was making her giddy. The adrenaline and tension she had been carrying was dissipating by the moment, leaving an airy, relaxing warmth wafting through her body. “You’ve shown me a great deal of courtesy over the years,” she smirked. “So I will do you a favor and be honest with you: I don’t intend to hand over the Harroway estate without a fight.”

Poe hesitated a moment, as though reassessing the woman before him. “I’m…not sure I know what you mean,” he finally said.

“Of course you don’t,” Valerie laughed. “To put it in plain terms: I aim to contest the will, and your claim to our family wealth. Now you may think the case rather open and shut, but I assure you the law is far more finicky and malleable than you might imagine. There’s no end to the number of ways my personal lawyers can delay, defer, or decimate your inheritance. In fact, I’ve already taken the liberty of writing and ordering them to begin the task.”

The butler said nothing in reply, but the brief flicker of surprise in his expression told the whole exquisite story. Valerie sighed happily, sinking further into the cushions. She hadn’t planned on being so belligerent, but this was just too much fun. Was this what people meant by being drunk on power? It was a most intoxicating sensation indeed.

“However,” she continued, holding up a single slim finger. “There is a way out for you. One that is mutually beneficial to us both. You see, while I have no compunction resorting to bureaucratic warfare, I admit the process is a rather expensive and tedious one. I’ll also admit that I have no guarantee of completely stymying your winnings, and, worse still, there’s a great chance my sisters will insert themselves into the process the longer it drags on, further threatening my rightful share.”

“I...am grateful for your candor.” The shadow of a frown passed Poe’s lips. “But you said there was an alternative?”

“Yes,” Valerie breathed, raising her cup to her lips and shifting her body to even further squeeze her already compressed cleavage. “Instead of making such a mess for everyone…why don’t we come up with a little arrangement between the two of us?” She glanced up from her drink, and caught Poe’s eyes darting away from her breasts. He was such a simpleton. This was too easy.

“Arrangement?” The butler swallowed.

“Mhm,” Valerie bared a seductive grin. “All you have to do is agree to sign away half of the estate to me, and I won’t trouble you further. In fact, I will support your claim if my sisters try to contest it themselves. Which, I can assure you, they will.”

“I see,” Poe stroked his chin in thought. “This is quite a clever plan. The way you’ve put it, refusing would mean I risk an uncertain battle, with the prospect of losing everything. But if I accept, I’m guaranteed a sizable stake, as well as your allegiance. Is that about the sum of it?”

“You catch on quick,” Valerie replied.

Almost…too quick.

In fact…something was a bit off about the way he was looking at her. She had expected rage, or surprise, or even relief. But instead, all she saw was…was that hunger in his eyes? Whatever it was, why did she find it so difficult to parse?

And why couldn’t she look away?

“Your tea is getting cold, Valerie,” Poe stated.

“Huh? Oh.” Without thinking, the dazed beauty took another large sip, finishing off her second cup. She blinked, realizing belatedly how strange his comment was. Stranger still was how her body seemed to react before her mind could catch up. Had she let herself become too confident? Too smug? Or…

“You seem deep in thought,” the butler observed, stepping away from the tea tray and drifting closer to her. “Is everything alright?”

“Y-yes, um…” Valerie set the cup down, trying to force her thoughts back in order. Even as she detected something was amiss, that buoyant heat she had mistaken for triumph was still floating through her senses. It was the strangest sensation, as though her mind and body were drifting apart, leaving a gap her thoughts struggled to bridge.

“You’re so tense, Valerie,” Poe murmured, “I can almost feel it radiating from you.”

Valerie hesitated. “D-don’t be ridiculous…” What was happening? How could her heart beat so fast, and yet her brain feel so sluggish?

“I’m being earnest,” Poe assured her, circling behind the couch. “I can tell you’ve been plotting this moment for so long, building up all sorts of anxiety and tension in your body. I can feel it right…here.”

“Oh…” Valerie sighed as she felt his hands gently rest on her bare shoulders. Ordinarily, she would recoil from such rude contact, but his touch felt oddly pleasant against her skin, his gentle grip sending ripples of relaxation through her.

“There see?” Poe asked, carefully kneading her grateful muscles. “A woman like you spends so much time in her head, so much time worrying about what will and won’t be. As your servant, I can’t let such an unhealthy habit slide. I need you to relax.”

“I…am…relaxed,” Valerie managed to protest between shuddering breaths. She tried to crane her neck, tried to look up at the man so…insolently toying with her delicate flesh. But her body felt so heavy and tired all of a sudden, the effort it took to think sapping what little energy she had left.

She knew something was wrong.

She knew she should fight to get away.

But all she could manage was to turn her head slightly before her chin started to droop, her arms sliding off her lap and to her sides as she melted deeper into the couch, deeper into Poe’s wondrous hands.

“That’s right,” he murmured, as though soothing a beloved pet. “Just breathe nice and easy for me. Notice your chest rising and falling. In and out…”

“In...out…” Valerie repeated before she could stop herself. She had meant to resist. Had meant to chastise him for taking such a tone, such a posture with her. But now all she could think about was her breathing, how the cozy air of the library filled her lungs with every inhale, the way the sweetness of the tea lingered on each exhale, the way her stiffening nipples subtly pressed against her dress as she drew in more air…in and out…in…and…out…

“Excellent, Valerie,” Poe squeezed her shoulders approvingly. “You’re feeling better already.”

“Feeling…better…” As much as she hated to admit it…it was true. In…and…out…

“All that planning and scheming has made you so tired. So sleepy. Which is why I’m here. To make you feel better. To guide you into an even deeper and deeper state of relaxation.”

Deeper… “Wait…” Valerie managed to moan, her lips hanging open as another heaving sigh sapped more strength from her body. She didn’t know what Poe was up to, could no longer think straight enough to figure out how he was doing this to her, but some instinct told her that if he continued…if that gap in her head grew wider…and if his words continued to fill the void…she would…would…

“Look at the candle now,” Poe advised, scattering her thoughts in an instant.

Valerie’s head lolled as her body obeyed, her chin almost touching her chest as the swaying flame met her gaze. Even as the dazzling light captured her full attention, she was dimly aware of Poe’s lips drawing closer to her ear, his breath caressing her neck.

“Watch the way the fire dances,” his voice reverberated inside of her. “See if you can follow its movements. It’s said that if you stare long enough, you can hold the flame still in your eyes. I wonder if you can do that for me now?”

For…him? No…A twinge in Valerie’s gut forced her eyes closed for a moment, but even then she could still see it. The dancing light, burning in her mind. Her eyelids drifted open again, and she felt her breath catch as the fire now seemed to fill her entire vision. Leaping and twirling. A mesmerizing display so dazzling it overwhelmed her senses. It burned away her last, weak tether to reality, leaving her lost in that dance, in that heat. In the spell Poe’s captivating voice continued to weave.

“That’s right, Valerie. You’re feeling so good.”

She felt so good.

“So relaxed.”

She felt so relaxed.

“Let that tired mind of yours rest. Let those heavy thoughts drift away. My voice and that candle are all that concern you.”

A thin line of drool dripped from her open lips and onto her breasts. But Valerie didn’t care. She couldn’t. All she could do was watch the flame and drift on his words.

She could sense Poe moving again, could just make out his lean form as he sat on the arm of the sofa, his hand gently stroking her hair as his sweet, soothing voice continued to echo in her mind.

“Do you want to know a secret, Valerie?” He asked. “You do, don’t you?”

“Yes…” she murmured, grateful that he was kind enough to guide her to the right answer.

“Many people think my life as a servant has been a difficult one. But the truth is, it’s far easier to serve than to lead. When you lead, you have to put yourself at the forefront of the unknown. You have no guides, no shelter. You have to be constantly on guard, constantly thinking and planning and scheming, worrying about what might or might not be. It’s a lot of hard, scary work isn’t it?”

“Yes…” Valerie mumbled, a slight tremble in her voice. It was all so true. Even as her foggy mind struggled to follow, even as her dripping lips fought to answer, her heart knew with crystal clarity that he was right. Being a leader…being alone…she was so…so…tired…

“But serving, by contrast…” Poe traced a gentle hand down her cheek. “Why, there could be nothing easier. All you have to do is what you are told. Your tasks are simple. Your purpose is clear. All you must do to achieve happiness is obey your Master. And He is always there, guiding you, caring for you. Protecting you from fear and loneliness. Doesn’t that sound lovely?”

Valerie nodded dimly, captivated by the fantasies now swirling around her head. How wondrous a life of service now seemed. To be cared for…to live a life of simple, happy obedience…what more could one ask for?

She felt Poe’s finger beneath her chin, delicately lifting her gaze away from the candle and up towards him. Even as the flame left her vision, the glow of its power now seemed to radiate around the man seated above her, drawing her in. Her body shifted, her hands resting on the couch as she leaned further towards his brilliance. She wanted to be closer. Wanted to be guided. Protected. Commanded.

“It’s tragic, isn’t it?” he asked with a knowing smile. “That such a perfect life is beyond your reach.”

Valerie swallowed, a sharp shiver of despair running through her. “I-it is?” she asked feebly.

“But of course,” Poe sighed. “You are a Lady, after all. Your burden is to lead, and my pleasure is to serve.”

“B-but…” it felt like her entire world was crumbling into darkness. She had caught a glimpse of paradise, only to be cruelly blocked from its pleasures. It wasn’t fair…she didn’t want to be a Lady…she wanted…

“Although…” Poe suddenly paused, as though a thought were just occurring to him. “Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to pretend. Perhaps we could let you enjoy the bliss of servitude for one night. Just a little game between you and me. That doesn’t seem so wrong, does it?”

Valerie’s heart fluttered. Could it be....? Was it actually that simple? She eagerly shook her head, accidentally whipping her hair into her face.

“Alright then,” Poe said with a chuckle, brushing the dark strands back and cupping her cheeks. “That’s what we’ll do. On the count of three, you will assume the role of my servant. And I will become your Master. That sounds fun, doesn’t it?”

Servant…Master…wait. Valerie blinked, something flinching deep inside of her. Poe was her butler…right? He…he was a commoner. A nobody. How could he be her…her…

“Don’t worry,” Poe murmured, his fingers massaging behind her ears. “It’s just a game we’re playing. It will seem very real, but all I have to do is snap my fingers, and the game will be over. You will become a Lady again, and I your humble servant. It’s that easy.”

“Ohhhhhhh…” the moan dribbled out of Valerie as her eyelids fluttered. Poe’s hands felt so good…his voice so reassuring…

“Are you ready to play with me?” he asked.

“Yessss…” Valerie breathed.

“Excellent. 1…2…3 sleep!”

Valerie felt her head yanked down, her eyes closing instinctively as she tumbled into darkness.

For a moment, she thought of nothing.

Then the first command from her Master entered her ears.

“Open your eyes, Valerie.”

She obeyed, gazing up at the warm, welcoming gaze of her lord. She smiled, waves of joyful anticipation cresting in her heart. She felt as though she had just woken from a deep, restful sleep, a dawn of possibilities greeting her in the light of Master’s eyes.

“There we are,” he grinned. “Feeling good, I hope?”

“Yes Master,” she answered. And then, without knowing or bothering to think why, she added: “I always feel good when I’m with you, Master.”

“That’s because you’re such a good girl,” he stroked her chin, causing her to sigh softly. “You know that serving me is the ultimate pleasure, don’t you?”

“Mmm…” she murmured with assent as he pressed his thumb into her mouth, her lips sucking instinctively. A strange thrill raced through her, causing her legs to squeeze together under her dress. What was this feeling? This desire building inside her, a need for… for…

“But what’s this?” Master suddenly drew back, surprised. “What is this dress you’re wearing? Does it seem befitting of a servant to you?”

“Huh?” Valerie looked down at her clothes, and felt a shameful heat rise to her cheeks. “N-no…I don’t…” What had happened? Why was she disrespecting Master with this ridiculous costume? How could she…

“There, there,” Master brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I know you didn’t mean to offend me. You just made a silly mistake, that’s all. There’s no need to be upset.”

“I’m sorry Master,” Valerie mewled, pressing her head into his hand. “Thank you, Master.”

“That being said, we must address this at once.” A sharp spark entered his gaze. “Strip.”

“St-strip?” Valerie repeated, shrinking back. Even if she was his servant…even if she wanted to obey…she was a woman, and he was a man. She could never…

“Are you refusing a command?” Master’s eyebrow arched. “I ordered you to remove that absurd costume at once.”

“B-but…Master…” Her lip quivered, her fingers indecisively tugging at her dress.

Master paused a moment, then sighed, relaxing. “There’s no need to feel embarrassed.” he assured her. “I am you Master, and you are my servant. It is your duty, your purpose to obey my commands. How could there be any shame in that?”

“U-um…” It was true. Master was making a lot of sense. But…still her hands quivered as they reached for the back of her dress…only to be clasped by Master’s strong grip.

“It’s okay…” he murmured, guiding her as she undid the ill-fitting fabric. “An obedient servant is precious to me. She need not fear reproach or scorn. She need only heed my words, and enjoy their pleasures.”

“Yes, Master…” the reply slid out from lips as easily as the dress fell from her body.

At once, she was naked before him, the glow of the candle dancing across her exposed skin. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet…so safe, so cherished, as Master pulled her body against his, his hands exploring her helpless flesh.

“You enjoy my touch, don’t you?” he breathed.

“Y-yes Master,” she stammered, her breath catching as his fingers brushed her stiff, sensitive nipples.

“It’s because your body delights in pleasing me,” he whispered. “And I am so very, very pleased.”

Her heart raced, her hands grasping behind her for the hem of his coat, as though gripping the fabric would ease the strange, joyful tension building inside of her. What was he doing to her? What was this overwhelming sensation? This heat…this need…this wetness dribbling down her legs as he grasped her breasts and nibbled her neck, his hardness pressing against her ass.

“M-Master…” she moaned. “I…I feel…”

She stiffened with a gasp, the words evaporating as Master’s fingers found the quivering folds between her legs, a spring of desire gushing forth as he pressed inside of her.

“Shhh, I know,” he cooed. “You Master will take care of you.”

Relief and ecstasy flooded Valerie in equal measure, her entire being surrendering to torrent of pleasure washing away her cares and concerns. She was no longer a woman or servant, but a slave, a toy, a happy thrall in her Master’s wondrous power. There were no thoughts, no feelings, beyond bliss and obedience.

“Come this way, slave,” Master commanded, the final word reverberating through her as though he had uttered her True Name.

“Yes Master…” Valerie droned, following him to a nearby desk. Without a word, he laid her upon it, spreading her slick and eager thighs wide.

“You know what I’m about to do, don’t you?” He asked, stepping back and removing his clothes, each item that fell only increasing her anticipation.

“Yes…” she answered. He was going to use her. Claim her. Take her purity and replace it with the mark of his manhood. His divine right to rule her. And she couldn’t wait another second.

“You want this,” he breathed. His cock swayed as he turned towards her, powerful and erect.

“Yes…” she repeated, drool running freely from her panting tongue.

“It will make you complete, make you mine,” he teased, the tip of his flesh hovering less than an inch from hers. “It is what you live for.”

“Yes! Yes!” She could almost feel the desk shaking beneath her, her hands fruitlessly grasping at the papers soaked in her shamelessness. “Please, Master! Please!”

Snap

Valerie blinked.

Where…was she? Why was she…?

“Welcome back, my Lady,” Poe smirked above her. “I take it you enjoyed our game?”

“Y-you…” Valerie grit her teeth as the disorientation faded, the memories rushing back with sharp clarity. How he had toyed with her body, with her mind. How he had twisted her dignity into subservience, had made her a drooling servant to his lust, to his…

“I only did what you asked.” Poe’s eyes twinkled as he stepped away. “But all good things must end, so…”

Valerie tried to move. To rear up and slap this monster who had reduced her to this state. But…no matter how hard she tried…she couldn’t budge an inch. Couldn’t tear her eyes away from Poe’s manhood as he turned to retrieve his clothes. Couldn’t stop her heart from racing, from…

No…it wasn’t that she couldn’t. But that she didn’t…didn’t want…

“Wait,” she uttered, barely above a whisper.

Poe stopped in his tracks. “Oh?” he turned, eyebrows raised in mocking surprise. “What is it?”

Valerie didn’t answer, but her blushing, pleading expression was apparently all Poe need to drop his clothing and saunter back to her.

“Could it be that you understand now?” he rested his hands on her wrists, pinning her arms to the table, his cock once again teasing her glistening flesh. “Do you wish for the pleasures of servitude?”

Valerie looked away. Was he really going to make her say it? He could take her if he wanted to, ravish her, reduce her to a common slut. But for him to make her complicit…for her own words to sign her surrender…

“If I do this,” Poe continued. “There’s no going back. You will again assume the role of my slave, and receive all its bliss. But that will be all you’ll think about for the rest of your life. So I’ll ask you again,” he smiled. “Do you wish for the pleasures of servitude?”

“I…” It was horrible. Disgusting.

But she couldn’t stop the word from forming.

Couldn’t halt its horrible truth.

“Yes,” she uttered.

“Yes, what?” Poe grinned.

“Yes…Master,” Valerie whimpered. “Please…”

“Good girl,” Master sighed, pushing himself inside of her.

Valerie gasped.

It was beyond anything she could’ve imagined. Ecstasy coursed through her veins, causing her back to arch, her lips to form a silent scream of delight. She wanted to reach up, to grab him, to pull him closer. But his hands held her arms fast, pinning her, forcing her to wallow helplessly in the mind-melting bliss.

“Welcome back, slave,” he chuckled.

“M-master…” she managed to stammer. Then he pressed himself deeper, and her mind went blank. She was shattered, a loose collection of unholy sensations, reforming only briefly in between thrusts of her Master’s cock. Moans and cries of pleasure erupted from her, not born of any intent or consciousness, but by the overwhelming truth of her new allegiance. Words were meaningless. Thoughts were meaningless. All that mattered was Master. And cock. And the triumph that was building inside of her, rising and rising until…

“Cum for me,” Master grunted, completing his claim with one final lunge.

Slave obeyed without hesitation. She felt Master’s cock spasm inside her, filling her with her new, joyful purpose. A universe of pleasure compressed to one point. Her happy ruination complete.

She lay there, in blissful oblivion, for a time she no longer had the capacity to track.

Then came her next command.

“Kneel.” Master ordered.

Though groggy and dazed, slave did not resist. She slid to the floor, her muscles like jelly, yet obedient enough to bring her to her proper position. She knelt before her Master as he lazily stroked his still-erect cock. He was pleased with her, she could tell.

“Now listen closely,” Master said. “I have a new plan for you to follow.”

A shudder of delight passed through her as she felt his cum dribble down her thigh, and his commands fill her mind.