The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The shimmering California skyline glimmered in the sun’s soft rays, a striking sight for the thousands of OC housewives that lived in the area, including Mrs. Janice Johnson. She was well known for her impeccable taste, which was reflected in her spotless home and carefully crafted meals. But the monotony of her daily routine started to wear on her, and she yearned for more time to appreciate the California sun and work on her already enviable figure.

In her search for a way to do more with less time, Mrs. Johnson came across a company that offered a unique solution: a sub-dermal mind and body control chip. These chips would allow a house computer to control the user’s body and mind, enabling them to learn new skills instantly and to complete more tasks in a shorter period of time. She was intrigued and decided to have the most advanced chip installed in her neck. The chips were typically used by professional women who worked as housemaids and cleaners. They needed the edge in order to compete with the growing maid bot industry. But Mrs. Johnson had no need for a job... she simply wanted to simplify her life and have more free time.

When she returned home from the chip installation, she let the house control her body for about 30 minutes as a test. She was amazed at how much she was able to get done in that short amount of time—even tasks that normally took her hours. She was even able to beat the maid bot to some jobs that it had on its roster for the day.

In the beginning, the workouts were the worst of it. She loathed the suffering and uneasiness of the excessively strenuous exercises she had pre-programmed. It was slowly fashioning a hotter body, yet it was torturous, dull, and sweaty. That’s what made her choose to try the mind control capacities of the chip. Up until now, it had just controlled her body only, so she downloaded a script that would make her love her exercise. These types of scripts, again, were designed for the professional women who used these chips for their living-maid-bot jobs. It allowed them to enjoy some of the more difficult employers and some of the... things... they asked of them. She was mindful not to push herself too far by making all her tasks fun; she didn’t need to fry her brain with endorphins or become an insane cleaning enthusiast.

Of course, she loved all the... things... her husband asked of her, but she was starting to wonder if she could enjoy some of the other... things... that he usually knew not to ask of her. She wondered what... things... were on her “no-go list” that he would enjoy of her if she let him? Maybe that was something to look at another day. Maybe some birthday anal? Would that surprise and please him?

In the first few weeks, she was often found seemingly asleep while the computer updated or installed stuff she selected. After grabbing the usual stuff, she started borrowing files from the maid bot, but never her core programming files that were incompatible with her physiology. It was a rush to wake up from a download or copy/paste suddenly knowing household “kungfu,” as she liked to call it. What sexual “kung fu” could she learn? There must be a black market for naughty scripts, but she would have to be extremely careful with them if she discovered any. Again, a topic for another day.

Having caught up on all of the long-neglected extra duties like taxes and those one-off projects around the house, she now had time and the excuse to go get herself done up. Her favorite spa had had every treatment a privileged OC housewife could ask for. Thicker this, or thinner that? Puffy lips or a tighter smile? Smoother, less detailed skin? The spa could do miracles in this day and age.

She arrived at the spa on a sultry Friday afternoon and was immediately ushered to her room. Being surrounded by the lavish luxury of her surroundings, she slipped off her clothes and donned a plush robe for the duration of her stay. She sinched the belt a little too tight and a little too high up, succeeding in adding some heft to her breasts and making the robe fall open above the belt, exposing the squeezed cleavage that would be much different by the end of the weekend. She might as well enjoy them while she had them.

Since she had no treatments scheduled until morning, she chose to enjoy the amenities of the resort. She savored a delicious meal attended to by beautiful waiters and had a quick massage by an entrancing little waif of a woman. Although the woman weighed next to nothing, she was able to effortlessly squish the stress out of Janice’s body. Janice enjoyed the confident, skilled hands on her body, and she wished the girl had gotten a little frisky with her; a happy ending would have been welcome, but Janice was not in the mood to ask the clearly willing masseuse.

To end her evening, she planned to take a dip in the jacuzzi. She had one on her balcony, but sometimes a sexy woman likes to show off a bit, so she went down to the pool and hopped into an empty jacuzzi. The swirling, steaming water of the jacuzzi clung to her body like a blanket of blissful relaxation. She had come in alone and was not completely surprised when a masculine voice broke the silence with a pleasant greeting. Her gaze followed the sound to find a handsome man descending into the public tub. His rugged yet sophisticated look was enough to make her heart race, and she couldn’t help but admire his hard chest and sinewy arms. He was young and gorgeous enough that she was not sure if he was a well-cared-for businessman or staff sent here in case she needed a “staff member” this evening. He seemed to take a liking to her and proceeded to flirt with her relentlessly. She tried to stay composed, but it was hard to ignore the feeling of being desired, and it was even harder to stop her body from responding. Her face flushed as he showered her with compliments, and all she could do was smile in return. Now she knew he was a fellow patron and not staff, and although she knew she wouldn’t surrender to his offering, she couldn’t help but enjoy the attention of being appreciated and desired. If he stayed for the weekend and saw her again, he would be in for a treat once all of her treatments were done. She enjoyed the conversation, letting him in on some private details of her life and her plans for the future, dropping in some sultry stories for interest. Eventually, she had had enough of the heat, and the two of them said their goodbyes. She left the jacuzzi feeling rejuvenated in both body and confidence. She was already eager to see if he recognized her the next evening.

The next morning, she had allowed the staff members to lead her to a regenerative and cleaning bath for pre-surgery, and she had stepped into the warm, soothing water. As the minerals and medicines from the water had soaked into her skin, she felt the tension in her muscles slowly dissipating until she was in a peaceful state of mind. She had spent the next hour simply lying in the water, relishing in the healing effects that the therapeutic bath had to offer. The staff had then taken her to the surgical gallery for her face and body sculpting. She had been given a local anesthetic, and the robot surgery had begun. After a few hours of drug-induced blissful relaxation, her body had been left feeling sore and exhausted, so she had been taken to another restorative healing bath. Thank god for modern medicine and near-instant healing. She couldn’t imagine how it had been many years ago when some privileged women had spent a quarter of their lives holed-up in their house recovering from breast or ass reconstructions or even intense lip filler sessions.

After her skin had healed in the warm waters, she had been dried off and laid on the massage table. The masseuse had begun to knead her tired muscles. She had been lying face up, and the woman’s hands had been exploring every inch of her, testing for tension and deciding where she needed the most help. As the woman had worked on soothing the most recent surgery locations, Janice had felt a tingle in her nipples as the masseuse continued her expert work. She couldn’t help but let out a small gasp as the masseuse’s thumbs kneaded her nipples, and she felt a sudden rush of pleasure combined with the warmth of the massage oils. She had felt her nipples harden and swell as the masseuse’s touch had lingered. She had felt alive, her body responding to the sensuality of the massage and her mind slowly forgetting the troubles of the day and the world.

In her sleepy massage-induced daze, she remembered that she had let her husband add any one treatment that he wanted, and she had not looked at the receipt; she had wanted to be surprised. He had probably chosen sensitizing injections in her nipples... again. She recalled the last time perfectly; she hadn’t been able to wear clothing above the navel for weeks. Fortunately, they had spent that vacation and recovery time lounging on a nearly private beach resort topless or nude, and she hadn’t been able to help but notice how the attendants would check out her swollen breasts and hard nipples as they delivered drinks. She couldn’t tell if they couldn’t tear their eyes away out of respect or out of a sense of awe.

Her sleepy mood and the oils had made her feel quite frisky, and that had been clear as day to the masseuse. The woman’s hands had suddenly explored Janice’s sex tentatively. A little moan had escaped her lips, but she had made no effort to stop the woman, allowing her to dive deeper. The sensations had intensified by the second, the pleasure radiating from her core, and she had soon reached the peak. As she had felt herself falling over the edge with a loud moan and a little shiver, she had surrendered to the pleasure and had let it take her away until she had dozed off and woken up several hours later in her room’s bed feeling re-energized and restored.

Janice considered enjoying some more Jacuzzi time, hoping that that wonderful young man would come back and see her. She wanted to hear his thoughts and admirations about her new, better fucktastic body. But she was feeling quite randy and didn’t know if she could resist such advances this time around. So, she contented herself with finally checking the receipt to see what her husband had ordered for her.

Janice’s heart raced as she looked at the receipt for her spa treatment. She hadn’t expected her husband to order something like this, but there it was in black and white: sensitizing shots specifically designed to make her entire sex extra puffy and overly sensitive. She felt a flutter of excitement and apprehension as she pulled open her robe, the silky fabric slipping down her body to reveal her bare, perfectly hairless sex. The sight of her newly swollen pussy lips was breathtaking. They were so full and pouty, and she loved the look. Any man who saw them would see that her sex was screaming to be fucked. And that it would be soft, warm, and wet and such a pleasure to slit into. She marveled at how her body had responded to the treatment. She took some tentative steps around the room, trying to get a feel for them, expecting to have a hard time even walking, but she was surprised how the swollen pussy lips protected her clitoris from excess friction and rubbing when she walked or wore clothing.

She watched her own eyes in the mirror, almost flirting with herself as she slipped her hand down from her shoulder, down sensuously between her breasts, then down to her sex. She had paused at her tight stomach for dramatic effect, but her hesitation was short-lived. She desperately wanted to feel the effects of the injections... firsthand. She felt a blush of pleasure as she ran her fingers over her soft and newly over-sensitive flesh. It was as warm, soft, smooth, and wet as she had expected, and it was bliss to lightly drag her fingernails across her swollen labia. She continued to watch herself in the mirror, forming her plump lips into a kiss mouth, trying to decide if her face or her pussy looked more fuckable. She couldn’t really decide. Maybe she could find Jacuzzi-man and ask him, but he would want a sample, and she wouldn’t be able to say no. So it was time to go home.

Janice continued to explore her folds and clit, becoming so overcome with pleasure that she almost forgot where she was. Her need to get home and let her husband enjoy his gift was almost overwhelming. She could hardly wait to feel the sensation of her puffy sex under his touch or the feeling of his cock cleaving her lips to gain access to the pleasures within. The thought of it sent a wave of anticipation and lust through her body. She quickly finished getting dressed, eager to get home and explore her new sensations.

As Janice stepped through the door of her home, she was immediately assaulted by the unmistakable musky scent of cum in the air. Instantly, she knew what had happened—her husband had been fucking the maid bot. She wasn’t bothered; after all, one of the reasons they had acquired the bot was to satisfy her husband when she was unable to do so. Making her way up to the bedroom, Janice found her husband lying on the bed in a bathrobe, fast asleep. “The dog,” she said to herself and smiled wryly. She longed to show him the spa treatment and enhancements she had just undergone, but that would have to wait.

Knowing that he might nap for a while, Janice decided to visit the maid bot in her charging cabinet. The scent of cum was still detectable here—the bot had most likely cleaned herself before charging, but the scent still clung to her synthetic rubber skin. Janice couldn’t help but feel a surge of envy, but she recognized that it was irrational. She was more jealous that her turn would have to wait than anything else.

Since she had time, she decided to plug into the maid bot again. This time though, she wasn’t downloading new knowledge and skills—she already had all of them. Instead, she wanted to access the logs so she could parse through and see what he had done when he fucked the bot. Did he kiss it? Did he last long, or was it a quicky? Did he tie it to the bed and fuck it in the ass—something Janice had never been willing to do? Well, she loved being tied down, but the anal part was a bit too much for her. Did he make it act out fantasies for him? Pornstar experience or girlfriend experience?

Once she plugged in, she quickly highlighted all the files except the core programming and dumped them over to her chip. This way, she would only end up with all the files that had changed over the weekend, and then she could sort through the newest ones.

Janice inspected the logs and tried to imagine the scene. Her heart raced as her arousal heightened. She couldn’t believe what she was reading—the man she loved had used the maid bot in a way she had never dreamed of. She had expected a wham-bamb-thank-you-bot, but this was more. It was not love; it was still just fucking, but she felt a tug deep in her core, and her breathing got shallower. She could feel her pussy pulse with desire as she imagined what it must have been like for him, having the maid bot in his arms and exploring her body in such intimate ways with such a submissive and pliable lover. Janice’s mind raced with possibilities, and her skin tingled with pleasure as she realized that she wanted to experience the same kinds of pleasure that the maid bot had been given. She felt her inner walls clench with anticipation as she realized that she wanted to be that bot—to be taken and explored and pleasured by the man she loved.

As she parsed through the files, one, in particular, caught her focus... It was not a file she recognized; it was not a log. Had her husband installed something new on the bot while she had been at the spa? Janice opened the file... ... .. .. . . .

(Spongebob meme: “one hour later”)

... Janice woke up. Had she fallen asleep? There was a lot of pressure in her gut, and her pussy lips felt stretched around something. Was she full of cock? Dildo? WTF was between her legs, and who the fuck was next to her? Still groggy, she lifted her head off of whoever it was and looked around, trying to figure out where she was and why she was sitting on a massive... something that filled her pussy about as much as she could handle.

... Janice opened her eyes and looked around the room. She was sitting, pussy FULL of something hard, and she was shoulder to shoulder with the maid bot who was looking to be powered down next to her.