The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Silly Dove

Elle woke up in a softly lit lounge, draped over a plush, warm sofa. The fog of sleep cleared slowly from her mind, much slower than usual. She didn’t recognize the red-tapestried walls, the faint instrumental music, the scent of cinnamon and vanilla in the air.

Confusion washed over her, as she struggled to sit up. A dozen other women lay about the vast room. They sat in deep, soft armchairs or lounged on divans and recliners, all looking as languorous and dazed as she felt.

Who were these people? Some looked vaguely familiar, yet Elle couldn’t place names.

They all wore the same gauzy, flowy white dresses, and, as Elle shifted on the sofa, she felt soft, gossamer fabric around her own legs. She wore the same dress! Yet she couldn’t remember putting it on, or even owning a dress like that. What was happening? Where was—

The tour bus!

She remembered that much. Wandering around the city and finding one of those tourist bus rides. Ladies’ Adventure , it was called, and she’d decided, on a whim, to join the other curious tourists. The other women, like her, were all just visiting the town. No ties. No local know-how.

Elle glanced around again, trying to blink away the haziness. Some of the faces almost look familiar, but her mind refused to clear entirely...

“Good,” said a firm voice on the far side of the room. A guard of sorts, in a short black leotard and holding a large, thick staff. “Now that you’re awake, stand at attention and await your queen.”

Stand at attention? Was this some sort of bizarre game? Elle hadn’t signed up for this. The tour agency would hear about this nonsense.

“Stand,” snapped the woman in black, and she banged her staff to the floor. All around the room, women flowed to their feet.

Cautiously, Elle straightened, as well. Best not to draw attention to herself, not until she figured out what was happening.

Once they were on their feet, the women remained standing, backs straight, chins up, motionless beside whatever piece of furniture they’d risen from. How strange. Elle remained still, too, beside the scarlet sofa. The guard surveyed them all with a keen eye, then relaxed her stance, her gaze taking on a faraway quality, as though she were staring into thin air.

She was gorgeous. In fact…something in her smooth, relaxed beauty reminded Elle of someone else…of…of…

The tour guide!

Elle swallowed hard. Yes. She remembered the guide, another gorgeous woman in a skintight suit, though hers had been white, not black. She’d worn the same serene expression as the guard, and promised to show them the city’s hidden delights. Then the bus had driven to some out-of-the-way stone palace, and the guide had led them down a crumbling spiral staircase into supposed ancient tunnels, and—and there’d been another woman there…

Oh, the woman in the tunnels! Elle gasped. The woman had said she’d take control of their minds!

Disparate memories returned fast. A dark cell in what looked like a medieval dungeon. Chipped, smoky stone walls and—that gravelly, smoky, mind-numbing voice. The voice of the woman who claimed she’d taken ownership of Elle’s mind...

Elle suppressed a moan. This was no game! The woman and her cronies had locked up everyone! She remembered, now: many women trapped in a big cell, fearing the lack of food or water. Drugs in the water, came a stray thought. Had that been a reality, or just their fear? And—oh, she remembered some of the women being taken away, then returning as guards in black leotards. Suddenly eager to take others to be ‘enlightened’.

She’d seen other women who’d been taken, too, who hadn’t returned as guards. They’d been paraded before the dungeon, wearing—wearing white dresses, all smiling and placid, their previous fears gone...

And the woman...the woman who’d claimed she could mold minds…

She’d put Elle in a chair and—and...said things. Touched Elle and flicked the lights on and off, and...

There was nothing, after that.

A gong rang by the door. “Prepare to receive your queen,” said the guard.

The door opened, and The Woman walked in, a vision in silver-and-gold dress that flowed in watery fabric down to her ankles.

A long slit at the front of her dress revealed glimpses of soft skin. Her dark hair fell in lush curls over her bare arms that were covered in bracelets. She moved slowly, confidently…like a snake entering a den of mice.

“Kneel before your queen,” said the guard.

All the other women glided gently to their knees, their expressions still dazed, unsure.

Elle knelt, too. Panic threatened to choke her, but she fought to keep a straight face. If she could convince her captors she was just as...as drugged and out of it as the rest of these women, perhaps she’d find a way out. An escape. Surely, they didn’t keep women in this room forever?

The woman in silver-and-gold smiled and held out her arms, as though in welcome.

“My beautiful little doves,” she murmured, her voice smooth and musical.

Her voice had sounded like that in the dungeons, too. Ah—she’d whispered promises that slipped in between the spaces between Elle’s thoughts. Her vibrant green eyes had captured Elle’s gaze, and her touches brought distraction and pleasure...

Dove. Yes. She’d used that word. All her sweet, obedient doves.

Well, not all the doves were obedient!

Elle swallowed hard and fought to clear her mind of anxiety and doubt. There had to be a way out. She just had to keep her eyes open and think.

The queen approached one of the women kneeling by a plush armchair. “My little morning dove. So beautiful, now that you’ve surrendered to me. You feel no more fear, do you?”

The woman stared dazedly into her eyes. “No, my queen.”

My queen. What sort of deranged place was this? Elle had heard tales of what happened to women traveling alone in this remote mountain towns, but she’d never thought it would happen to her.

“You wish to please me,” the queen sang to the woman on her knees, “is that not so?”

The woman mirrored her smile, her gaze empty. “Yes, my queen.”

The queen touched her cheek, smile broadening. “You are in excellent form, sweet morning dove, and you obey orders so well. You shall be one of the guard flock. Will you fulfil my orders proudly?”

She waited for another fervent assent, before chuckling and waving a hand toward the door.

“Go find another guard to teach you. I shall visit you later today. You may give me a kiss, as a reward.”

She reached a long-fingered hand to the woman, who pressed her lips against it with a look of awe. The queen laughed, then waved her on and turned to the next woman, who knelt on the soft carpet, staring up with an enraptured look.

“My sweet singing dove,” purred the queen. “You have given me ownership of your mind, have you not?”

“Yes, my queen,” the woman intoned.

So it went with the third woman, and the fourth—all of them quietly dazed, unfailingly obedient, awed by the one they all called queen. There was no theatric quality to their docility, no show put on as a prank, no hidden cameras. The reverence in their faces and voices could not be faked. They had truly... surrendered their minds to this woman. Submitted.

Elle shuddered, and she barely had time to hide the reaction, as the queen turned to her.

The weight of that intense gaze threw her off more than she’d expected. Her body stiffened and came to attention. Her breath caught in her throat.

Elle made an effort to steel herself. She’d seen how it was done. Just a minute or two of ‘yes, my queen’, and the woman’s attention would move elsewhere, leaving Elle free to plot her escape.

“My silly dove,” chuckled the queen, coming to stand before her.

As all the other women had done, Elle did not raise her gaze unbidden, but rather stared straight ahead, at the thin belt cinched above the queen’s hips. The belt bunched up the watery silver-and-gold fabric a little, almost teasing what lay under it. Elle’s throat felt suddenly dry, hot longing she did not understand beginning to burn in her pussy.

“Your heart beats so fast, my sweet,” murmured the queen.

Damn it! She couldn’t control her panic. Would the queen realize Elle was not under her spell? Would she—would she put her back into the iron chair in the dungeons, and...and…

“That’s alright,” the queen said. “We can make you relax. Just take a deep breath for me, now.”

Elle took a deep breath, forcing her body to relax. Thank goodness. The queen did not seem to suspect subterfuge.

Was that because her techniques failed so rarely? A sobering thought.

“You’ve surrendered entirely to me, haven’t you?”

Elle tried to infuse her voice with the same blank quality she’d heard in the others. “Yes, my queen.”

“But you don’t know you’ve surrendered, do you?”

“No, my queen.” Her breath caught. Should she have said something else?

But no—the queen laughed softly, so it must have been an acceptable response. It raised no alarms.

“You think you’ve managed to resist me, don’t you?”

“Yes, my queen.” She flinched. Damn it—this woman was tricky. “No, my queen.”

Another musical laugh. “That’s alright, my silly dove. It’s alright to be confused. That’s normal. Look at me.” The queen’s smile was reflected in her emerald gaze. “You’re going to be a pleasure dove. Do you understand?”

“Yes, my queen.”

“No, you don’t. But that’s alright. You don’t need to understand, to serve me faithfully. And you will serve me, won’t you, silly dove?”

“Yes, my queen.”

Thank goodness this seemed nearly over. Pleasure dove: one of the women earlier had gotten this title. Elle could imagine what it meant. Hopefully she’d escape before she needed to learn for certain.

The queen grinned. “My sweet, silly dove. When I kiss you, your body is going to relax entirely and become completely limp. Do you understand?”

What? “Yes, my queen.“

The woman hadn’t done this to any of the others. What the hell was she—

The queen caught her head between her hands, then laughed as Elle flinched.

“Now, you silly dove, there’s no reason to fear. I’m a gentle queen. Aren’t I?”

“Yes, my queen,” Elle said, automatically. But her heart had begun to race again. The queen was spending too long with her. Longer than with the others. Wasn’t she? Or did it just seem longer, because Elle was so nervous—

The queen’s lips touched hers, and her all energy drained from Elle in one swift whoosh, like air let out of a balloon.

Her head fell forward. Her body sagged into the queen’s knees, then fell sideways. She should’ve crashed to the floor, but hands caught her shoulders and supported her, lowering her gently to the soft carpet.

She lay there, unable to move, her body relaxed into utter stillness.

The queen’s silvery dress came into her line of vision. “Do you understand that you’re completely obedient to me?”

“No, my queen.” Wait, no, that wasn’t right— “Yes, my queen.“

The queen smiled. “No, you don’t. But that’s alright. You see, your mind came up with this little ruse to protect you. Once it became obvious you were ready to surrender, your resistance nearly snuffed out your mind. But your mind didn’t want to be snuffed out, and neither did I want that. I like my doves able to understand and follow orders, you see. So when your mind invented this little veneer of resistance, to keep you appeased while it folded to my will, I allowed it. Isn’t that fascinating?”

What...? “Yes, my queen.”

“It truly is. And don’t worry: I intend to let you preserve this ruse. I like your stubborn little mind, silly dove. Once we’ve finished, you will forget about this conversation and your little illusion of resistance will remain intact. Do you understand?”

“No, my queen.” No—no. Wrong answer. “I—I mean—“

“Shh.” The queen touched her lips, and Elle’s words died in a confused stutter. “No, I know you don’t understand. Bu that’s alright.”

She didn’t truly understand. She wasn’t understanding much of anything. But...that was alright?

“Spread your legs for me, silly dove,” murmured the queen, crouching beside her.

Elle’s legs spread on command, despite the leaden lassitude in her limbs. Why? Why was this happening? How could it—

“A pleasure dove is always ready to be pleasured, and always ready to pleasure. You’ll always yearn for my touch, you see.”

No! That couldn’t be. Why was her body—

The queen brushed a hand over her crotch, and pleasure flew straight into Elle’s brain. She moaned.

“Very good, silly dove. Let this pleasure envelop and soothe you. You’ll become more and more relaxed and obedient.”

Her fingers rubbed over the gauzy fabric of the dress. Each touch was a shot of sheer, hot, intense pleasure. Each touch was a crashing wave of lustful, hot obedience. Each touch was a heavy blanket of utter relaxation—

“When you orgasm, your little simulacrum of awareness will vanish. You will be mine with no shields or illusions. Your mind will be open and defenseless, until the pleasure from the orgasm fades. Do you understand?”

“No, my queen,” Elle mumbled. The fingers were turning her mind liquid. She didn’t understand. Pleasure enveloped and soothed her into...into...relaxation...

The pleasure crested...

“You will orgasm soon.”

The pleasure washed over her. So relaxed. So...obedient. The pleasure...it was...she was...was...

“Climax now.”

...nothing.

She was nothing.

Nothing existed but obedience.

Nothing existed but surrender.

Nothing...

...existed...

“—yes, my queen.”

She heard her voice, coming as though from a great distance. What...?

“And you will forget, as you’re told?”

“Yes, my queen.”

Elle blinked. She was on her knees, the queen looking down at her with a smile. What had—

“Forget now.”

—and this seemed nearly over. All she had to do was keep it together for a few more ‘yes, my queen’s, and then she’d be able to think of an escape.

The queen caressed her cheek, gently. “Very good, silly dove. I think it’s time you had a rest. Lie down, my sweet, and you will fall asleep when I touch your lips.”

Thank goodness. The queen had done this to the other pleasure dove, too, when they were finished. That woman had sunk into slumber right there on the carpet. All Elle had to do was look asleep, and she’d be done.

She lay down on the sofa, arranging herself comfortably. The queen brushed back her hair, like a tender lover. Elle managed not to shudder at the creepiness of the gesture.

“Do you remember that you’ve surrendered completely to me?”

“No, my queen.” No—damn it! “Yes, my queen.”

The queen laughed. “My silly, amusing dove. No, you don’t remember, but that’s alright. That’s what makes your mind so wonderfully amusing. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, mmmmm...”

The queen’s fingers touched her lips, and Elle’s world faded into warm darkness.

END