The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jenny felt herself crawling upward out of a soft, dark well, aiming herself toward the diffuse light in her mind. Unsure of anything, she allowed herself to enjoy the simple pleasure of someone fondling and pulling at her left knee. As further proof she was still alive, at least, Jenny was happy to hear a voice... something warm and melodious... coming from her right.

“Oh, yes. She’s waking up. I timed the chloroform perfectly.”

Chloroform? Her brain a fog, Jenny finally remembered the chloroform, and then everything else that had happened to her since the elevator had first reached the lobby.

Shit! I messed up somehow..., she thought, berating herself as she struggled to open her eyes. Even with them closed, she knew she was naked now. This was very bad, but she steeled herself to try to resist her new captors, whatever they had planned for her..

“Nice to have you back with us,” she heard that soft, feminine voice purr in her ear.

“Fuck you,” Jenny replied, trying to speak clearly, and taking her time to do so.

She heard the voice laugh then, and eyes finally open, saw the source of that. No surprise, it was the same older, Asian woman she’d “met” in the elevator.

“Hopefully you will someday, Jenny,” the woman told her, her smile radiating ease and power. “You’re certainly attractive enough for me to want as a bedmate.”

Coming to a bit more, Jenny still couldn’t help but stare at this stranger, even as she tried to move, to somehow get away from her. Her animal brain returned, shouting, “Flee... Fight!", pushing at Jenny to take a swing at this beautiful woman. But she couldn’t.

She tried, certainly, surging and twisting, trying to attack enough to get away. Jenny quickly learned, however, that such actions had been stolen from her once again.

No... her hands and arms were held behind her in the most stringent fashion; they seemed to be encased in something soft, but which held them tightly together, seemingly within the back of the car seat, itself. Her legs were strapped... just below the knee and at the ankle... to the bottom front of the seat, just over a foot apart. Jenny looked down to see a lap belt around her waist. It was cinched tight and held her almost painfully in place. It completely limited her movements, and stopped her from doing anything but squirm.

That, and muttered invectives under her breath.

“Now, now,” the woman said, “It’s okay if you struggle, certainly, as you’d be far less of a woman to me if you didn’t. But I don’t want you to hurt yourself either, Jenny, so please just try to calm down a bit. Okay...?”

Sensing the futility of what she was doing, as her captors had obviously put a lot of thought into her restraints, Jenny let herself settle. She stared at the older woman, struggling to be as strong and defiant as when Madame Chevenoir had grabbed her, and Ingrid had tried to break her.

“Who are you?” she asked, breathing more slowly, and allowing her bindings to win the day... for now. “Why have you done this to me?”

“Ah...very good, my dear. Accepting a bit of your new reality already,” the woman told her, even as she moved closer to brush her lips against Jenny’s cheek. “For now, you may call me Angelica.”

“Angelica?”

“Yes... Angelica. Do you even remember that is my given name, Gina?” she continued, looking past Jenny to the other woman in the back seat of the car with them. Such a big car must be a limo, the limo Jenny had heard her captor mention just before she’d been put to sleep.

“Yes, Mistress,” the rather strong and attractive woman sitting to Jenny’s left replied. “It’s a beautiful name.”

“But you prefer calling me Mistress, don’t you?”

“Oh yes, Mistress!”

Oh great, Jenny thought. I’ve been captured by another wannabe dominatrix.

She sucked in another deep breath, trying to ignore the way it lifted her thrust-out breasts. Screw it... let them get their jollies, she thought, turning back to her primary captor, now determined to beat her, too.

“What do you want from me, Angelica?” she asked, trying to make her voice and words strong, to ignore her own nakedness, the closeness of these two women, and the feel of her bindings holding her so tight and helpless.

“Want? I’m not sure I want anything... yet,” Angelica told her. “I might want something from you very soon, yes, but for right now, let’s just consider this a test.”

“A test?”

“Yes... a test of you, and a test for myself, to see if I’m right about you.”

“You’re just confusing me... or is that a part of the test?” Jenny asked, feeling angry and bitter. She hated the way she seemed to be stuck in a world she hadn’t even asked to join.

“No... sorry, Jenny,” the smiling woman with the beautiful Asian face replied. “I want there to be no questions in your mind what is happening here. So let me ask you something. You don’t have to answer, but it will help explain all this. How did you get involved with Madame Chevenoir?”

Jenny thought for a moment, trying to decide whether to go along with this. She realized it wouldn’t really cost her anything to answer, though, so finally did.

“A friend of mind from work...".

“At Clarion Investments?”

“Yes... a friend from Clarion’s invited me to a party. They made it sound mysterious and fun, so I decided to go. It turns out that it was one of those, well... BDSM-type parties.”

“A munch?”

“Yes, that’s it... a munch. I hung around for about three hours, had more to drink then I thought, then went home. Apparently, from what she told me later, Madame Chevenoir took a liking to me, and, just like that, decided to kidnap me and bring me to her estate. What sort of woman does such a thing in this day and age?” Jenny could feel her anger growing... to be assaulted and kidnapped on her way home, just because some bitch wanted her for a slave?

“You’d be surprised, my dear. It happens more than you know; and yes, even in this day and age,” Angelica answered, still smiling. “Frankly, she gets her kicks from taking and breaking other women, as opposed to asking them, or being asked. As soon as she found out you were unattached, with no nearby family... as I’m sure you blabbed to someone at the munch... then you became an A-1 target for her.

“Thanks for explaining how that started, though, as I pretty much know what happened after she grabbed you. I even have video tape of some of that.”

“What?” Jenny gasped, watching as Angelica flipped up the armrest on the car door next to her and pressed a few of the buttons located there.

“I got these, um... home videos from the Madame after you broke out of her house. See...,” Angelica told her, pointing to the small TV attached to the limo’s roof, just behind the driver’s head. “I have three of them, all of which show some part of your sessions with Ingrid.”

Jenny watched, jaw dropping as she saw herself on the TV, bound to a very solid chair in one of Madam Chevenoir’s “training” rooms. Just like now, she was naked, only gagged with that horrid-tasting red ball and leather strap combo that Ingrid had taken so much pleasure forcing into her mouth. The Norwegian dominatrix had used rope during this particular session to bind her, and Jenny could remember it all very well.

Too well, in fact. There’d been a lot of pain in this one.

“Why... why are you showing me this?” she finally asked, turning her head so she didn’t have to see Ingrid bringing the crop down on one of her bound and swollen breasts again. She couldn’t avoid hearing her own muffled scream as it came through the limo’s excellent speakers, though.

“Mainly to let you know that I realize what you went through as her captive, Jenny, and to point out a few things to you in a couple of minutes. But now to get back to how we’ve both arrived at this point....

“You were captured, and then they... mainly Ingrid... tried to break you down until you became their willing slave. They couldn’t quite do it, and then you knocked Ingrid insensible and got away. Long story short, Madam Chevenoir couldn’t find you, realized she didn’t have the resources to do it, so called me to help.”

At Jenny’s questioning look, Angelica laughed and said, “I have a lot of resources, and have acted as a slave bounty hunter for various ‘Madame’s’ in the past.”

“So, you’re taking me back to her,” Jenny whispered, some of her anger dissipating at that revelation. It was quickly replaced by sadness, and some fear, at being returned to the woman who’d originally kidnapped her. The Madame, and certainly Ingrid, would not be happy campers because of her escape, and she’d surely be severely punished for it.

“Well, that depends on the result of our tests, Jenny. Tell me... you were thinking that if you stayed out of sight and out of her clutches for, say, a year, that she’d forget about you and perhaps you could have your normal life back, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” Jenny told her, as that was basically exactly what she’d been thinking—a year in hiding, 12 months on the run, then hopefully something approaching normalcy again.

“Well, you were wrong... sorry. I know this woman well enough to know she’d never stop searching for you. She doesn’t like to be beaten, and she’s very close to Ingrid, who you injured rather badly. Neither of them will forget that, ever, so your one-year plan was dead in the water before you started.”

Jenny sighed. She’d been denying that possibility to herself as much as possible, as that made her life seem so hopeless. She’d considered going to the police on more than one occasion, but she had zero real proof of Madame Chevenoir’s involvement in all this. So, in the end, all she’d end up doing was giving her location away.

“So what happens to me if I pass this test?”

“Now, now... let’s not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?” Angelica told her, reaching to the armrest to mute the TV. “Besides, I have to pass my test first.”

Jenny shook her head, trying not to let despair overwhelm her. No... she’d beaten Madame Chevenoir and her minions, and she could beat this woman, too, along with her silly tests!

“You see,” the older woman said, reaching up to put her hand on Jenny’s shoulder, “My test is to see if I’m right about you.”

“About me? What about me?”

“Well, for one thing, you obviously didn’t want to become the Madame’s slave. Ingrid couldn’t break you, couldn’t make you submit, and I’ve seen many others collapse under far less than you went through. But still, for something you so courageously fought against, and apparently hated, you did stay at the munch for three hours. If you actually abhor such things so much, why did you hang around so long?”

“I didn’t want to insult the hostess or my friend, that’s why!”

“Oh, nonsense. You could’ve stayed for an hour, then made your goodbyes, saying you weren’t feeling well or something. No, you stayed for another reason. It was something Madame Chevenoir saw in you, and I believe I’ve seen from watching these tapes.

“Mainly, that you are a submissive, and that they idea of being bound and controlled, of being another person’s... another woman’s... slave, is deeply appealing to you.”

“That’s crazy!” Jenny barked at her. “I’m not anybody’s slave, and I’m certainly not a lesbian!”

“Oh, really?” Angelica replied, a coy smile on her face. “Remember, I’ve seen the tapes of you and Ingrid together. How many times did she make you cum, Jenny? How many times did you kiss and suck on her big breasts; how many times did you lick and eat her pussy? If I’m not mistaken, one of those times is coming up fairly soon on this tape.”

“But... but... I was tied up, and she would beat me. She would make me do those things!”

“Of course she would. I doubt any woman could completely resist some of the sexual things she was doing to you, or many of the mind games she played with you.

“But I’ve watched the tapes, and frankly, Ingrid is a rather horrible domme. Her ego is way too big, she’s too selfish, and she seems almost incapable of reading her subbie. Her way is blunt force trauma... to your body and your psyche... and she screwed up badly with you, I’m thinking. Then you made her pay for that, didn’t you?”

“Yess!” Jenny couldn’t help but hiss. “She deserved that for what she did to me, the bitch!”

Angelica just put her head back and laughed. “Perhaps she did... perhaps she did. But still and all, she did manage to put you through your paces a number of times. I’ve watched all three tapes they gave me, and I think I’ve learned some things from Ingrid... and about you.”

“Like what?” Jenny asked, far more quietly, a bit afraid to find out the answers. Still, she was intrigued, in spite of herself and her current predicament.

“Many things, Jenny,” Angelica told her, her smile softening some, and speaking lower, herself. “First, that you can deny being at least bisexual until you’re blue in the face, but that doesn’t change the fact that Ingrid got you off any number of times, and that you appeared rather, um... enthusiastic in getting her off a few times, too.”

“I told you why that happened,” Jenny whispered.

“Maybe... but unlike Ingrid, I can read another woman, and do. I can read her eyes, her mouth, her body language, and responses. I’m a good judge of what moves other women, and of what they enjoy and what they hate. Aren’t I, Gina?”

“Oh yes, Mistress,” the smiling redhead replied. “It’s really uncanny, Jenny. Sometimes it almost seems as if she can read minds.”

“Well, not really,” Angelica said, grinning, “but thank you for saying, dear.” She turned her eyes back to Jenny and continued. “But with you, I could see there were things you enjoyed, despite everything. I could see things that almost broke you, that made you almost cry out in submission. I could also see the things that really turned you off. Things like Ingrid’s mean streak, the fact she never let you rest, how much she physically hurt you.

“I saw the way you used that pain to bolster your mental and emotional defenses. I saw the times where Ingrid thought she was really getting to you with her whips, crops, and electrical devices, but where, instead, she was only making you stronger and more defiant.

“You’ll find I’m not like either Madame Chevenoir or Ingrid, Jenny.”

Jenny shivered, not sure whether to be happy about that, or scared.

Angelica put her face close to Jenny’s cheek, and whispered. “I could see the things you enjoyed, too. I could see that you liked to be tied up, Jenny. That’s probably why you hung around the munch so long, staring at all the bound men and women, imagining what it must feel like, wanting it more and more.”

“Th... that’s not true. I don’t,” the bound blonde said, shaking her head.

“No? You mean your whole body, from brain to pussy, doesn’t just tingle at the very thought of being tied up, at being rendered totally helpless?”

‘No!”

“I see. So, you’re telling me if I take this hand,” Angelica said, holding up her right hand and crossing it over in front of Jenny’s body, “and slowly start to move it toward your naked breast, that the knowledge there’s absolutely nothing you can do to stop me doesn’t give you the slightest sexual thrill?”

Staring at her captor’s hand as it moved slowly toward her left breast like a cobra preparing to strike, Jenny could only respond with a slight shake of her head. She found herself straining at the soft sheath surrounding and trapping her arms behind her, and feeling how useless that was. She felt her legs, especially her thighs, quivering against the straps that held them apart, and would continue to do so, no matter how much she struggled.

“You can see it... my hand moving closer to your breast, knowing I’m going tease and fondle it in a completely sexual manner, and you’re completely helpless to prevent it, Jenny. I’ve bound you inescapably, and you’re at my mercy. Your body is mine to touch and arouse anywhere, and in any manner, I decide.

“I can see your pulse hammering in your throat, dear. Don’t try to tell me being bound and helpless doesn’t excite you.”

“Stop it!” Jenny cried out, still staring at the approaching hand, two inches away from her nipple now.

“No. I control your body now, Jenny. You no longer have any say in the matter.”

Angelica proved that then, closing the remaining distance to gently cup and lift Jenny’s breast, slowly sliding her thumb over the very tip of her distended nipple. At the first touch of Angelica’s hand, the shivering captive tried not to respond, tried not to gasp or cry aloud.

But Jenny failed at both.

The seductive Asian might just as well have touched her with a cattle prod for the amount of electricity Jenny felt shooting from her breast and all through her body. She lurched and moaned, actively struggling against her implacable restraints again. It stunned her how their relentless grip, and control of her body, sensitized her to Angelica’s touch and heightened her response to it.

“You’re utterly helpless, Jenny,” Angelica whispered. “I could fondle and massage your breast for an hour if I wanted to. I could just rub my fingertip over your nipple like some sexual Chinese water torture until your mind melted. You know I could. And knowing that is turning you on like a light switch.”

Jenny groaned. Her newest tormentor was right. Her nipple was so swollen now that it hurt, and she could feel the heat and moisture growing between her thighs. In fact, she realized that if they hadn’t been bound, she’d be rubbing them together.

For a moment, she wondered if Angelica might be a witch, arousing her so easily, and already breaching her first lines of defense.

Jenny bit at her lip, trying to hurt herself, needing to do something to end this woman’s growing erotic spell over her. She’d always been a strong, independent woman, with only a few carefully chosen close friends. So she needed to fight, to try to resist, as she wasn’t about to become anyone’s slave this quickly.

“You won’t break me!” she finally gasped.

“Break you?” Angelica replied, pulling her hand away and sitting up straight. “I’m not like her, like them. Why would I want to break something as beautiful and exciting as you are? What a horrible waste that would be.

“No...,” the black-haired beauty told her with a soft smile, reaching over to press her hand against Jenny’s breast again, “What I want to do is mold you, mind and body, just like I’m molding your breastflesh now. I want to work you like soft clay, mind and body, inside and out, until you become something both of us want, and enjoy.”

Looking down to see Angelica massaging and squeezing her breast, all Jenny could do was groan. Surely, she didn’t want to be this damp and excited already, but it just felt so good to her. Trying desperately to remember what was most important, however, she struggled not to lose any more control of herself than she already had.

Still, almost nothing Ingrid had done to her in a half-dozen sessions had melted her this much, or this easily.

“This... this is wrong,” she whispered.

“Perhaps, or maybe you just think it’s wrong right now, dear. But give me two hours, and perhaps you’ll change your mind about that. I can feel it, down inside you where you hide from the things you really desire. You want to be controlled, Jenny; you want to simply give yourself to someone, certainly sexually, and perhaps in many other ways, too.”

“No! I don’t want to be controlled like this.”

“Like this? This is nothing, Jenny. Right now, all I control is your ability to move, your animal-like locomotion, to use a biological term. There are so many other abilities you have that I need to take care of before you have any idea what true control is.

“So let’s get started with that, shall we?” Angelica pulled her hand away again and looked to her backseat partner. “Gina... do you find Jenny sexually attractive?”

“Oh my god, yes, Mistress,” Gina answered, reaching out to put her hand on Jenny’s taut thigh. “Thick blonde hair, if a bit too short right now; wonderful features; almost a gymnast’s body with luscious boobs... what’s not to find sexually attractive?”

Jenny could only look at the eager, voluptuous redhead, stunned to see the obvious lust on her face.

“Excellent, then. So, assuming you were to have a clear view of Jenny’s shaved, wet pussy, do you think you could get yourself off?”

“Oh, easily, Mistress. May I do that for you, please?”

“Of course, Gina. You just move over to the seat opposite, and I’ll see what I can do about giving you an even better view.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Gina said, shifting across to the other back seat, while Angelica reached over to the armrest again and toggled a switch there.

Suddenly, Jenny could feel the straps holding her knees and ankles tighten on her flesh as they started to move outward. Apparently, they weren’t connected to the seat, but to something else. And that something could move, and was something Jenny couldn’t stop from moving, no matter how much she resisted.

“Stop fighting it, Jenny!” Angelica barked. “You’ll tear a groin muscle.”

Jenny did stop, knowing it was futile to resist this, and not wanting to hurt herself. Angelica had been right about that... she did hate serious pain.

But Jenny also realized a tiny part of why she stopped was simply because Angelica had told her to. She’d responded to the other’s command almost without thinking, and that was a dangerous thing to do if she wanted to stay strong and continue to fight.

Her knees were almost two feet apart now, her waist pulled even tighter against her lap belt, and her slick pussy on full display to Gina. Though Jenny felt embarrassed by that, Gina looked delighted, and already had her red plaid skirt hiked up to her waist. Her loins weren’t naked like Jenny’s, however. She was wearing a pair of white, cotton boyshorts; ones she started to rub, and to push against her clit and pussy.

Fascinated by this bizarre (and erotic) vision, all Jenny could do was stare. It reminded her of an often-deleted scene she’d seen from the movie, “The Sentinel”, when she was in her teens. In that scene, the heroine, Christina Raines, had to watch while Beverly d’Angelo, sitting opposite her, masturbated herself under and through her clothes, apparently getting off simply from staring at her.

Even back then, Jenny had been stunned by how arousing she’d found that bit, especially as she wasn’t into other girls.

Now it was playing out in almost exactly the same way... but for real. Gina was staring at Jenny’s exposed pussy, writhing and surging as she pushed her panties over and into her own sex, obviously getting closer to orgasm with each rub, thrust, and grind.

And again, Jenny was startled by just how terribly arousing this was, and the idea of this was... that another woman was going to cum simply from staring at her pussy.

Struggling mightily within her own mind, Jenny managed to close her eyes and not watch Gina anymore, no matter how erotic she looked working herself over like that. Even unable to see it, however, she couldn’t shut out the sound of the redhead’s building gasps and moans, or Angelica’s play-by-play.

“You saw it, Jenny, and you can still see it in your mind, can’t you? Gina looks so hot masturbating herself for you, because of you. She just keeps rubbing her pussy and clit, soaking herself and her panties, and you can hear how close she is to cumming. And I can tell how exciting that is to you. It’s almost as if her fingers are massaging your pussy, driving at it and you, arousing you more and more, making you want to cum, too.”

As if in answer to that, Gina started to gasp and squeal, obviously having a strong orgasm. Jenny was biting her own lip again, fighting not to open her eyes, to see what Gina looked like as she came. Her own pussy felt like it was fluttering, her insides churning, and there was nothing she could do to stop her own lust from building.

Shivering, both inside and out, Jenny made one more futile attempt to free her arms or close her legs. It was obviously useless though, so giving up again, she finally opened her eyes. Gina was smiling at her, bathed in the light of her own afterglow, and sliding off her boyshorts. She worked them down off her long legs and handed them to Angelica, who, using just her one hand, worked them inside out and worked them into a ball.

“Now we move onto the next level of control, Jenny,” she said, bring the visibly wet panties toward Jenny’s head. “I also noticed from watching those tapes that you didn’t like the big ballgags Ingrid was so fond of. So, knowing that, I’ve planned on something much softer.”

Staring at the wet, white cloth so close to her face... so close that she could actually smell Gina’s arousal... Jenny shook her head and gasped, “No... you wouldn’t. I won’t let you put those in my mouth!”

Angelica only smiled. “You don’t quite get it yet, do you?” she said, reaching up with her empty left hand to press her fingers under Jenny’s jaw. “What you want, or what you think is right or wrong, no longer really matters. Now, you can open your mouth because I’m asking you to, Jenny, or I can start working on the nerves in your jaw until it just drops open for me. I can do that, you know, and I never lie about such things.

“But also know that, before you nerves go numb and your mouth flops open, it’s going to hurt an awful lot, almost as if you’re getting novocain at the dentist... only from the outside. I know you don’t want that, and I most definitely do not, as I’m hoping I never have to hurt you, dear.

“It’s your choice though. Please know you won’t be proving anything to me, either, or even to yourself. We both know how strong and indomitable... literally... you were at Madame Chevenoir’s, so you have nothing at all to prove. So, please, just open your mouth as I’ve asked. I can see in your eyes that you really want to, anyway.”

Damn! Jenny thought. Gina was right. It’s almost as if she can read my mind!

She thought that because, truth be told, she was so horny right now she couldn’t think straight anymore. All of this... her bondage, how helpless she felt, what Gina and Angelica were doing and saying... was really getting to her. It was getting to the deepest, most libidinous parts inside her, and was making it more and more difficult for Jenny to resist, or to deny the arousal being created in her mind and body.

She wanted to fight this, to try to fend off what Angelica was so obviously trying to do to her. But to what end? To prove what point?

If she somehow “defeated” her current captors, what would it mean, after all, and what possible good could it do her? She knew, almost to a certainty, that if she displeased the smiling, attractive Asian-American woman somehow, that she’d only end up back with the Madame and Ingrid.

Thinking back on that experience, she felt she’d almost rather die than have that happen.

And, god... she really was feeling so wet and needy, and more than a bit lost.

Maybe the limo will break down and I can escape later, somehow, she thought.

But for now, thinking it was the best thing to do, Jenny simply opened her mouth.