The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Lila was beaming. Eyes shining with a delight born from arousal or peace, or perhaps both; it was the smile of a thousand in-love maidens. She felt relaxed in a way only a whole day of swimming in thermal water could accomplish. Only pure and fake happiness inhabited her mind, sharing limited space with the commands of silence and obliviousness that were the lingering touches of Lord Herrera’s voice in her mind.

She crossed the white door and walked back into the gym-like room. Lila looked around the room, desperately searching for Caddie’s mane of hair—she only wished to be close to her dear friend for reasons she couldn’t fathom. She began to get nervous when she didn’t find Caddie in the spot where she last saw her. She sat down on one of the chairs and noticed, from the new vantage point, movement at the other side of the room. Lila rubbed her gloved arms for comfort and began to walk closer, noticing Caddie’s figure leaning dangerously close to Lady Clarrion. Lila couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous and, at the same time, freaked out; she swore she had seen utter enmity between the two not an hour ago.

Caddie pulled away from Lady Clarrion, grinning knowingly at the grimacing lady. Caddie knew Lady Clarrion would give into her demands one way or another and that would be much sooner than expected now that Lila had returned. Caddie didn’t quite understand how she knew about Lady Clarrion and how she knew just what to do or say to have the woman wrapped around her finger; but so far it had worked and she was enjoying herself too much to start asking the obvious questions. Eventually, she told herself.

“Hey, Lila. Got lost, did you?” Caddie said, her right hand pointing at her friend as she sat down on a sofa opposite Lady Clarrion. She crossed her legs, prompting a swish of nylon to fill the room, and shivered at the sensation.

Lila lost focus momentarily, but quickly corrected herself and placed her arms on the sofa’s recliner. She poked Caddie in the neck and said: “Quite lost, actually. This place’s a maze.” She looked up, noticing Lady Clarrion ogling her. She suppressed a blush.

“So, lady Lila. Why don’t you sit here next to me?” Lady Clarrion said, patting the seat next to her with a manicured hand. Clarrion was quite skilled at hiding the twinkle in her eyes, that spark that usually tells you that someone is quite interested in you. Lila would’ve noticed this, regardless of her skill, but she could not say no to either of the ladies.

Lila sat down next to Lady Clarrion, her gaze inspecting Caddie’s face for any indication or clue as to why Lady Clarrion was acting this way. Well, of course the woman had showed indications of fancying Lila, hell, Lady Clarrion had been so straightforward with this that Lila had even considered amusing the woman. Lila had, in fact, a soft spot for direct girls. But what she wondered was why this fine lady was interested in her to begin with? Why would a woman in a dress that costs ten times her house fancy a girl wearing opera gloves and a swimsuit?

Lila turned the idea in her head while trying, desperately, not to move too much on her seat; if enough friction was created between the leather of the couch and the lycra of her swimsuit, a scene akin to Caddie’s current wet dreams would ensue. So absorbed was she in her own thoughts that it took her longer than necessary to notice Clarrion’s arms wrap around her waist with a certain motherly care. Lila took a deep breath and managed to remain still.

“Hmmm... Lady Clarrion,” Her voice was low. “I believe your hand is not supposed to be there.” Lila hated how nervous she sounded, but she couldn’t help it—something in the back of her mind told her to be this way.

“I know, Lady Lila.” Clarrion moved closer with every word. She was enjoying herself, even if she didn’t care to admit it. Lila had looked so strong and confident and just one touch had turned her nervous and shy.

But then she looked at Caddie.

Immediately her breath caught in her throat. Caddie’s eyes... the glimmering, devious look they had; the twisting and swirling of her hair all over her scalp, like tiny rivulets in a small creek. Last time she had seen that very pattern dancing on Herrera’s head she had woken up somewhere in a French brothel. And she had not necessarily been a patron.

She quickly shook away the memory.

“Go ahead.” Caddie mouthed, lips moving slowly and tongue grazing the sides of her mouth.

Lady Clarrion frowned and then smiled, realizing that Caddie was just curious and wouldn’t do anything to her. For now. “My hand stays there—I wish to explore your young body.”

Lila cringed in on herself, like a human turtle. She was not used to people being direct—usually she was the one being straightforward! She wanted to tell Lady Clarrion to stop touching her, but all of a sudden she heard Caddie’s voice.

“Let her touch you, Lila.” Caddie’s voice was a soft whisper that echoed like a church chorus.

Lila found that she couldn’t bring herself to move away from the hand. She closed her eyes, against her will and relaxed into the Lady’s embrace. In the darkness behind her eyelids, Caddie’s words bouncing here and there. She wished she could resist the words, but weeks of being conditioned by Caddie left her with little resistance to her friend’s voice.

So she obeyed.

“Oh, faster than what I usually do.” Lady Clarrion said, winking at Caddie. “I really envy you.”

Caddie raised an eyebrow. “You’ve lived, what, three, four hundred years and you envy a girl who can control minds with her voice?” She smiled to herself, feeling an almost imperceptible flash of pain recede from her head.

Clarrion’s eyes went wide but she kept herself as calm as a person whose all secrets had been discovered. “How did you know that, Lady Caddie?” She said, one of her hands exploring Lila’s body.

Caddie shook her head. “I don’t know, really. I had this flash and, well, I know it. Don’t know how to explain it, but so far the flashes have told me the truth.”

Clarrion relaxed visibly, shoulders going down and eyes returning to her usual passive look. She nodded and decided it was best to concentrate on the beauty around her arms. She thought that Caddie had a secret ability or that she read minds besides controlling them. Not something she wanted Caddie to have. Thankfully, she only possessed Herrera’s share of memories.

Caddie didn’t take Clarrion’s reaction as an offensive way of avoiding the question; she just knew that eventually she’ll get her answers.

Lady Clarrion ran one finger from Lila’s crotch all the way to her breasts. Her hand lingered there the longest.

“So, what are you going to do now?” Caddie asked, her eyes looking at Clarrion’s caresses. She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.

Stop it! She chastised herself, You don’t like girls.

Caddie knew she was being a hypocrite. Hadn’t she shared intimate moments with Lila for the past couple of days? She had enjoyed those moments, after all, even if she didn’t embrace whatever feelings were spawned in the moment. They were special, in a way. But that didn’t make them her actions. Caddie could barely remember those encounters, and what she did remember was of her own voice echoing in the room. The voice didn’t even sound like her own, more like a chorus of what she wished her voice sounded like.

“If I had my usual appliances I would’ve then placed her in a deep trance while I attached what you could say were ‘brainwashing machines’.” Lady Clarrion had to stifle a laugh at Caddie’s expression. “But since I am stuck here with little more than my purse I would have to make due with some concoctions of mine.” She cocked her head towards a table on the far end of the room.

“Concoctions?” Caddie said, turning to look at the purse for a second.

“Oh yes!” Clarrion said, her hands reaching between Lila’s legs. Lila jumped at the touch, but didn’t break Clarrion’s embrace. “You see, over the decades I’ve managed to devise various ways of turning beautiful girls, and boys, into whatever I desire.” She giggled, looking at how jumpy Lila was getting. “Can you do something about that, Lady Caddie?”

Caddie shifted in her seat and looked straight into Lila’s eyes; she could see the dilated pupils behind the gaze of mindlessness looking at this and that. Fear was starting to wake Lila from the minimal haze that Caddie’s voice usually caused.

“I would, if you stopped touching her.” Caddie’s voice tensed and Clarrion immediately noticed the acid behind it.

Clarrion removed her hand from between Lila’s legs and instead wrapped her arm around the girl’s shoulders.

“Happy?”

“Very.” Caddie said, reclining on the chair. “Now, go on.”

Clarrion glared at Caddie but kept on explaining. “I won’t bore you with details, but suffice to say that my ‘concoctions’ can alter a subject’s mind and, to a limited extent, their bodies.” Clarrion’s voice relaxed as she spoke, clearly enjoying the attention of explaining. “I’ve created several potions and serums that can easily allow you to mould a person’s body with minimal effort to varying results. Some are stronger than others, some are more fun than others.”

Caddie listened with rapt attention, taking note of every single detail she mentioned. She was truly intrigued by all this. She had already pinned Lady Clarrion as an ignorant rich lady who just wanted to have fun, but now that she heard her barely explaining her ‘concoction’s she could see there was some genius to the lady. Though, she couldn’t quite figure out if the idea was her own or part of the flashes. Lady Clarrion may not be the best orator out there, but there was true knowledge to her confusing words.

Caddie wanted to know more, but Clarrion wouldn’t say a thing until she calmed the fretting Lila. Curious to know more, Caddie complied.

“Well, they may not be as effective with the mind as what you’re used to, but they could surely do wonders to the body if they are applied carefully and with patience.” Lady Clarrion leaned closer to Lila once she was done speaking and whispered something in the girl’s ear. Lila shivered slightly, and her eyes turned towards the Lady’s handbag. Reluctantly, Lila got up and went to retrieve the bag.

“Okay, what did you tell her?” Caddie looked at Lila strut towards the handbag. “She doesn’t do ‘fetching’.”

“Oh, I sprayed her with this some minutes ago.” Clarrion held her right hand up; she showed Caddie her empty palm and the back of her hand. She quickly shook her hand and the next time Caddie saw it Lady Clarrion was holding a small spray bottle no bigger than a coin between her fingers.

“Impressive.” Caddie said, smiling at the little magic trick. She was fond of magic tricks. “But what is it?” She added, one eyebrow raised.

“This?” Lady Clarrion looked at the tiny, transparent bottle filled with pink liquid. “You can say this opens the mind. Anyone who smells what is in this bottle will eventually find themselves more pliable to suggestions, if done properly.”

“And what is the proper way?”

“Oh, you have your voice; I have my spray. Leave it at that.” Clarrion winked as Lila returned, a happy look on her face and the handbag in her hands.

Clarrion took her handbag and thanked Lila. Lila stood there, shuffling her feet, unsure of what to do. This was completely against her nature and was clearly a testament to how powerful Clarrion’s concoction was. Caddie noticed. She frowned and removed herself from her chair—she was not going to just sit by and let Clarrion control Lila without her being close by to do something in case things turned south.

So Caddie sat on a couch closest to Clarrion just as the lady asked Lila to sit next to her. The usually sharp girl nodded quietly and sat.

“Hey, Caddie.” Lila’s voice was a vacuous whisper and she looked at Caddie as if the two had not seen each other in a while.

“Hey, Lila.” Caddie recoiled slightly.

“Why don’t you tell Caddie how you feel, Lila?” Clarrion whispered in the girl’s ear, her hand once again reaching for her body.

“I feel really good, Caddie.” Lila’s eyes were unfocused, as if she were drunk. “Floaty, actually.”

Lila indeed felt like she was floating. The slight spray of the odourless liquid was quick to act and had already reached her brain in record time. It did help that her mind had already been guided into a foggy landscape by Caddie’s changing voices; being pulled deeper into the fog of haziness by a strange scent was much easier that way. And that is where Lila was at the moment, or at least her mind was—lost in a thick fog, unable to see anything, to think anything, just to follow the distant sound of caring voices.

And right now, the only voice she could her was Clarrion’s.

“She’s... she’s drunk?” Caddie asked, relaxing slightly. She knew how Lila got when she was drunk, and this was fairly similar. But there was something that seemed to be more dangerous than a simple tipsy moment.

Lila giggled.

“Not quite,” Clarrion explained. “The drug works like alcohol, yes. The effects are similar but they go beyond simple drunkenness. Let’s just say that now she’s more ditzy than you ever thought possible.” Clarrion turned to Lila. “Isn’t that right, Lila?”

Lila giggled again.

Caddie blinked. “What!?” She snapped, staring down at Clarrion.

“Well, I’ve temporarily turned her into a delicious bimbo.” Clarrion looked at the girl’s chest. “Sadly I didn’t bring anything to help with that.”

“Turned her into a bimbo!?”

“Oh, yes. You see, one sniff of the spray would make you dizzy, If you use a small dose of the spray. As you can see,” She held the tiny bottle for Caddie to inspect. “I used half the contents—too much, really, for someone in her state.” Once more she stared at Lila’s breasts. “I should’ve brought something for that. Curses.”

Caddie just stared at her friend, noting just how... vacuous she had become. It had taken her hours of using her voice on Lila to even reach something similar and this woman had done the same with just a spray of liquid? Who was she, really? And what did she know?

“I am scared to ask what you actually brought.” Caddie said as Lady Clarrion began to fish into her handbag.

“You don’t have to ask because I am going to show you.” Clarrion procured a small vial from her handbag; it was made of clear crystal and inside was a thick, golden paste.

Caddie was about to say something, but decided against it. Willing her hair to stay still, she instead just looked at what Lady Clarrion did next. Clarrion removed the lid on the vial and stuck her finger inside; she took out a big glob of golden paste and quickly smeared it on Lila’s hair. Quickly she placed the lid on the vial, tucked it back into her handbag and then concentrated on spreading the golden paste on Lila’s hair. The paste, once in contact with Lila’s head, was similar to butter. It quickly began to melt, Lila’s body heat enough to turn it liquid.

Lila’s slightly moving hair quickly turned a light shade of blonde.

Wide-eyed Caddie just stared, dumfounded. “How... WHAT!?” Immediately her hair turned as if Caddie had been electrocuted in a cartoon—every single strand turned as stiff as metal, giving her hair a hedgehog quality. The effect turned comical her dismay.

And, of course, both Lila and Lady Clarrion laughed.

“Oh, that’s good.” Clarrion said, chuckling.

“Yeah. Funny.” Lila managed through the haze of her thoughts, her hair now completely golden.

Caddie blushed, looked away and took a deep, calming breath. Her hair, however, wouldn’t comply and stayed that way. Caddie’s voice then cracked, becoming three harsh whispers that broke her hair’s stubbornness.

The sound was enough to kill Lila and Clarrion’s laughter.

Caddie stared at Lila’s now golden hair and then at Clarrion. “Is it permanent?”

Clarrion shook her head. “It last a while but it is not permanent. She’ll go back to normal in a month or two.”

Caddie studied Clarrion for a moment and then said. “You like bimbos, don’t you?”

Clarrion blushed. “Oh, yes. Is it that obvious?” She looked at Caddie’s face and then blushed some more. “I love bimbos. I love them big-tittied, open-legged, and craving for pussy and cock. I love them blonde and ditzy and dumb. They are the best kind of wine for me. I can’t get enough.” Immediately she pulled at a bracelet she was wearing, a silver thing made out of many cylinders joined by a chain, and a small needle came out of one. Before Caddie could do anything Lady Clarrion jammed the thing against Lila’s neck.

Lila made a wheezing sound of pain before she began to giggle incessantly.

Strangely, Caddie didn’t seem angry. “What did you do now?” She asked, looking at Lila with curiosity as the girl began to giggle more.

And suddenly Lila moaned, hard and deep. A powerful sound that made the whole room shiver in response. It was so charged with ecstasy that Caddie felt her own body reacting, sexual sweetness soaking through her pantyhose and swimsuit. When she spoke, her voice quivered slightly. “What... what was that?”

Clarrion looked at Caddie with happy eyes and flushed cheeks. She pressed her legs together, smiling ever so deviously. “That, my sweet child, is pure ecstasy in a needle.”

Lila was panting and panting and panting between moans and groans. She squirmed against the couch and against Clarrion’s body, greedily. She clawed at the Lady as if pulling her closer increased the feelings coursing through her whole being. Her skin, glistening with sweat, screamed whenever touched or rubbed the same way her sex did when penetrated. Her mouth was open, luscious lips that seemed to have grown fuller being constantly caressed by a hungry tongue. Her every breath was a song of pleasure, her every moan an orchestra of desire. Her eyes were completely taken by the sigh of her lycra-clad sex; she wished for a thousand tongues and a thousand hands to touch her there, to caress, to love, to bring her to the brink of perfect pleasure. She didn’t wait for anyone as her hands reached for her sex.

“That looks... why am I getting aroused too?” Caddie said, fumbling in place. She was starting to pant slightly, in rhythm with Lila.

“Hmm... didn’t I tell you?” Clarrion moaned, her legs open wide and one of her hands stroking Lila’s chest. The girl screamed in pleasure. “It is contagious.”

“H-How?”

“Hmm... I have my secrets, Lady Caddie.” Clarrion smiled happily and then stood. She looked at Caddie, noting the wetness forming over her swimsuit, and then turned to Lila. “Lila.” The bimbo moaned. “Come with me.”

“Where are you taking her?” Caddie moaned, her hands fidgeting to reach some place wet.

“To a more comfortable place.” Clarrion said as Lila rose from her seat, moaning all the way, her blonde hair smattered all over her face. The lady then walked away from the gym-like room, legs pressing together, and the bimbo followed.

As Lila walked away Caddie realized several things. One, her hair had knotted itself into a tight, French bun. Why it had done that? Caddie could not tell. It had never tied itself in such a way and she didn’t yet know what it meant. She also realized that the powerful, bone-deep arousal she had felt was slowly receding as Lila walked farther away. Caddie should’ve been pleased, but she was actually sad and aching. Whatever she had felt there was just a fraction of what Lila was feeling, and it felt too good to be true. Imagine if she could feel the whole effect of Clarrion’s concoctions.

Caddie shook her head.

No, I can’t. She thought, pushing down her curiosity and urge. She couldn’t try Clarrion’s things; she just had to look at Lila to realize the girl was Clarrion’s thrall now, not permanently but her thrall nonetheless. The Lady didn’t need someone who could control people with her voice to be her thrall.

But she couldn’t leave her friend alone with Clarrion. Who knew what would be of her? Besides, that slice of pleasure felt too good to pass an opportunity to feel more. Thus, Caddie followed the trail of growing wetness between her legs.

Clarrion guided the two girls into a hall of a bedroom. It was twice as big as Caddie’s bedroom in the mansion, with a whole wall replaced by stained glass windows framed by goat carvings on wood. At the center of the room was a bed ten feet wide and twenty feet long; it was covered in blue silk covers and with heart-shaped pillows.

Caddie would’ve thought up a plan to steal the bed had she not been too aroused as to care about anything else.

Her walk had left her mind pretty much devoid of thought. The closer she got to Lila and the longer she remained close to her friend, the more the wetness between her legs turned into a torrent, the more her nipples grew into mountains, the more her panting turned into a hollow gust of wind.

Lila was the same, but instead of panting she moaned and giggled. Sometimes at the same time. The sound was making Lady Clarrion frisky and Caddie somewhat annoyed.

Lady Clarrion was the first to jump on the bed, dress and hair flowing in the air before she fell and bounced on the bed. Quickly she beckoned Lila closer. Clarrion all but began pushing her hips against her own hands as the blonde girl walked closer.

Caddie looked with mild-curiosity and mind-numbing arousal as Lila was ordered to undress Clarrion. The scene might’ve been powerfully entertaining, had it lasted longer. Not a second passed between Lila putting her knee on the bed and Clarrion’s dress falling soundlessly to the floor.

Why did you want to see that? Caddie wondered, but a moan gave her the answer she needed.

Lila writhed under Lady Clarrion’s touch, pressing her chest against the deft fingers while two of her own fingers burrowed deep within herself. That was just an entrée; soon enough one beauty was atop the other, nakedness pleasuring fetish-covered beauty. Legs entwined and twisted, like dancing cobras; hands held arms, pinning them against soft bed sheets as a wrestler would hold her foe; kisses turned into gluttonous mouthfuls that threatened to swallow whole faces.

And Caddie watched it all.

She didn’t know what to do. Should she masturbate there and then? Just being close to the scene—watching it, hearing it—was enough to make her sex as wet as a lake. Caddie’s body yearned for a touch, for a release of this powerful feeling coursing through all of her.

Or should she join the two ladies? She could, after all. One feared her, the other loved her. Though, Lady Clarrion had turned Lila away from Caddie and made her into her little, bimbo pet. Somehow Caddie knew that the process was not enough—if she so much as whispered, both Ladies would become her thralls.

She couldn’t stand it anymore. Her hand moved down her swimsuit until it found the wet spot that all but cried for attention. Immediately, she sank to her knees, toes curling, and whole body contorting. Caddie allowed herself to enjoy the moment, to enjoy the pleasure, and to clear her mind of all thoughts.

Yet she couldn’t push away the thought of just jumping to the bed and turning the two ladies into her thralls. But she couldn’t do it; it didn’t feel right to her. You’ve already done it to Lila, Caddie. She thought, And you enjoyed it. What would the difference be if you do it again?

Another moan brought Caddie’s eyes to the beauty of the serpentine embrace of Lila and Clarrion, and a flash, a memory, made it all clear.

Caddie knew what she was going to do; she knew that she was either going to win another swimsuit-clad thrall or take control of her life.

Caddie was panting heavily, her back brushing against the cold, hardwood floor. She closed her eyes, almost allowing herself some sleep when she heard hard steps come into the room. She managed to roll onto her side, ripped-hosed feet rubbing against the floor. She noticed Lady Clarrion on the bed, or just her feet dangling from the bed.

“On your feet, Lady Caddie.” Caddie understood what she was commanded when she had already bolted to her feet, harms hanging limp at her sides. Her loins complained of the position.

“Lord Herrera.” She said, not quite meeting his eyes.

Lord Herrera stood dressed in a black shirt with half the buttons done and the other half left undone as to show the world his grey-haired chest. His trousers were black and his shoes dark brown leather. He looked as handsome as ever, even with his hair left in a state that suggested he just woke up, or that his hair was having a fit of jealously. Yes, jealously, that Caddie could tell.

“Beautiful Lady Caddie.” He said in a merry tone. “I see you and my curiously good-looking lady, for the years she has on her, have had quite a delicious time. I could hear your astounding yelps of ecstasy all over the mansion.”

Caddie blushed, but didn’t look away. Her hair remained as still as it could.

Suddenly, Lord Herrera’s jovial mask slowly slid from his features. His smile became a thin line, and his brow furrowed. For a second he looked much, much older.

“Lady Caddie, I... would you come with me for a while?”

Strange, Caddie thought. He never asks. He tricks you into thinking he’s asking you, but he always commands you. That logic made Caddie a little bolder. “What do you need me for, Lord Herrera?” She questioned.

Lord Herrera sighed and then looked at the two bodies on the bed. Once he saw that both ladies were asleep, he looked at Caddie. “It is past time I told you.”

“Told me what?”

“Everything.”

And with that, Lord Herrera spun around and walked out of the room.

Caddie stared, her heart beating faster. She was going to learn everything... finally, she was going to know what she was becoming. And why.

Grinning broadly, Caddie followed the man.