The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Alright, that’s one thing taken care of. The decoy “spa treatment” giveaways are just about the most effective way to get attractive subjects, but we’ve got to be careful about using them. They can’t be too frequent, at least not in one single country. Fortunately, our trophy wife conversion lab runs almost entirely on foreign patients. Rich old men like their companions exotic. So we cover a lot of continents with our fake ads. Trouble is, finding a translator who proves both skilled AND quiet can be a pain, but I managed it. If everything goes smoothly, we’ll soon have some lovely patients for the trophy wife team.

3PM. Almost time for the earnings meeting. I do hope my dear associates and co-founders have used their breaks to find their inner sensible businesspeople.

Knock, knock. Hm, hardly late at all.

“Please come in.”

Rob and Jenna come in, the latter carrying a laptop which she begins to deploy in front of the whiteboard without any summation.

“I think you’ll like it, Lady Eleanor!”

“I certainly hope I will. Please begin.”

We thankfully avoid the customary “damn video projector refuses to work” tedium, and a PowerPoint presentation lights the whiteboard up. No introductory fluff, no title, just a straight, clear diagram.

“Well, the balance does seem to look good. Glad we’ve bounced back from the McElfish situation.”

“Yeah,” sighs Rob. “That was a goddamn disaster. I told him that a harem only works if you’ve got a remote and secure location.”

“The police wouldn’t have traced the slaves to us,” confidently assures Jenna.

I know, but still, I can do with less cops busting major clients in my life. Anyway, we get into the details, and though Rob’s excesses show up in the numbers from time to time, they don’t come close to unraveling my efforts. Excessive R&D shows up too, but even the most twisted of Jenna’s projects can find some use—enslaving minds isn’t an exact science, and you never know when you could need to throw a curveball.

But all that is perfectible. Our product quality is fine, but our accountancy could be more thorough, and I still feel our network could use some work. I take as many notes as I can. When the presentation ends, I can’t help but feel I missed something.

“Thank you.” I say to my collaborators. “But can we go through this again? I’d like to be thorough about this.”

“Sure!” smiles Rob. “Want some coffee?”

“Mmh, why not.”

I give my undivided attention to the presentation and the future of the company. So much, in fact, that when Rob brings me the cup, it feels like it’s been less than a minute. Still focused, I mumble my thanks as I feel around for the cup.

“Th’k you.”

“No worries, Lady Eleanor.”

The coffee’s a little too sweet, but no matter. Hm! I knew I missed something. There’s a peculiar increase in South-American clients. Nothing dramatic, but if I’m not mistaken, it coincides with...

Huh...

“Something the matter, boss?” Asks Rob.

“No, thank you, I’m fine. It just got a little...hot is all.”

What was I thinking about? An event in South America...The...Oh, the World Cup of course. How could this slip my mind?

“We need to build our network in...in...” I snap my fingers. Come on, Eleanor, who got in the finals? Who... “Ah, Argentina. Need market research...Rob, see if we already had clients there, we need...we need...”

I can’t believe how hot it’s getting. Is the damn AC out? I remove my black jacket and unbutton my shirt a bit. And stop hesitating like that, Eleanor! You can’t affort want those two children seeing you airheaded like that.

“We need to make sure if there’s a viable market there or if it’s just a freak occurence.”

“No worries, Lady Eleanor!” smiles Rob. Didn’t he say that already? “I’ve got some amigos in Buenos Aires, I’ll get to networking. So relax, okay? Maybe I’ll let you come with me.”

“Good. Wait, what do you mean, letting...?”

...The...when did the presentation turn into a double spiral pattern...? Jenna told me it was effective in conjunction with another drug but...I didn’t know they were so pretty. Why is this in the presentation? Something’s not...Relax?

Relax? Yes...

NO!

I’m being tranced. This is new experimental restraining program for the fake spas, designed to leave a patient unable to resist being processed. Dammit. Is it Jenna? Rob? Why? No. Can’t wonder why. No time. The command words have already started flashing. I have to...Oh no. My body is already limp, slumping in my chair. I can feel another presence in the back of my mind, instructing me to relax and keep looking. Dammit, dammit, dammit. I’m hypnotically restrained, but I have to stop this before it subdues my conscious mind too.

The emergency switch under my chair. Not even Jenna knows about it. I have to...have to...watch the pretty lights, drink in the words...keep...GODDAMIT NO! This is bad, I’m already having a hard time focu...sing...And my body is...heating up.

The switch is just under there...somewhere. Just flip it and everyone in the room will...be tranced...Nice to be tranced...Protocols in place to wake me up via...trigger word...Where is it where is WHERE IS IT? Can’t find it. I know those pricks aren’t aware of it. If only it wasn’t so well...ffffuck I’m horny...

The switch. Pretty colors. Save myself...Pleasure myself. Think. Relax....Switch...pussy...switch...pussy...pussy.

“Hmmmm...Aaaah...”

Pussy feel good. Really wet...Watch colors...Obey.

“And here we are. One irritating co-founder, deep in trance.”

“Phew, we did it...that was risky.”

“Risky? We were only carrying on with the plan if the first subliminal instruction took hold.”

“Hmm, what was it ag...ah! Telling her to read the presentation one more time, right?”

“Sigh Of course it was. Once she obeyed this suggestion, it was just a slippery slope towards complete trance. Anyway, my work here is done. You can give her all the tits and ass you want. I’ll free the induction device for you in the

interim.”

“Mmh, actually...I thought we could do something different.”

“Like what? Trophy wife? She’s too smart for that programming to hold.”

“Not if we supercharge it.”

Mindless...

“What do you have in mind, Rob?”

“Trophy wives have submission fetish, jacked-up libido, decreased intelligence and induced love. Sure, we could turn her into a standard slave and have her help around, but...wouldn’t it be more fun if she became a rock-fuck stupid, permanently horny blonde bimbo who loves us more than anything in the world?”

“Hmm...Perhaps. I’ll see what I can do.”

Relax. Masturbate...Rob comes to me. He touches through my shirt.

“Aaahn...Mmmh...”

“Remove your clothes.”

“Yes...”

Obey. Mindless. Remove clothes. Ah...Cold.

“Good girl, Eleanor. Come with me now, we’ll make you sexy.”

“Sexy...”

“And then we’re going to make you stupid.”

“Stupid...”

“Follow me, so you can become stupid.”

“Yes...stupid...obey...yesss...”

“Fuckin’ A.”

Part 3

A month later...

Master and Mistress are talking. They told me, Ellie, go be de-co-ruh-tive. I can do that! It’s really easy, they even prepared a place for that. A big soft chair with a mirror in front of it. I can still see my awesum Masters but I can see my sexy body too. That makes me super horny so I always end up playing with my pussy. It’s okay, I moan like real sexy and my owners like that.

I’m a pretty, super-horny blonde bubblebrain with nice lips, huge tingly boobies and a bubble butt. I’m my owners’ favorite girl. They make a looot of sexy obedient girls but I’m the one they love. And I’m reaaally glad because I dream about them all the time. They’re so smart and powerful and perfect. I want them to order me around more.

Only thing, I’m wearing some thingie around the neck with letters on it, but I never get it. Like I can read sometimes when Mistress has taught me my ABC’s again, but the word thingie on my neck makes no sense. YOTKCUF? I dunno, but the first letter looks like my pussy so I play with it again and the nice cloud in my head gets all fluffy, like Mistress’ pretty white kitties.

Sometimes either Master or Mistress brings me home in a big box. The box has stuff on it that teaches me how much I like sex again. When I’m at Masters’, he and his friends fuck me real yummy. I think I like Master the best cos he makes me cum the hardest. He says I’m lucky they turned me into their pro-purr-tea and not their mer-chum-days. What does that

mean? He tells me it means he can fuck me whenever. I love it!

When I’m at Mistress, I can play with her kitties and sometimes she shows me machines that leave me super horny. Last time she used one to train me to cum when she tells me to. Told me it would work all the time after a few other trainings. It feels real good, but I said I wanted her to feel good too. She said I was a good girl and made love to me.

She doesn’t talk much, but I know she’s smart and caring. Plus, like, it doesn’t make my head hurt as much as when Master’s friends ask me stuff all the time, tho I like to make them laugh. I’m a nice bimbo girl!

Hm? Like, it’s funny. I look at my owners talking, and I remember myself sitting in Mistress’ chair, kinda. But that’s silly, I’m always in front of this chair, never on it. Silly Ellie, you just keep thinking of things that aren’t fun. Like sometimes I remember the feeling of clothes...but, but, I totally don’t like clothes, they’re in the way of my bouncy boobies. Brr!

Like, I’d wear clothes if Mistress or Master told me to, but if not, well, like, totally no way. Silly bimbos don’t like clothes, right, boobies? Feel good if you agree!

Hmmm...tee hee! My titties always agree when I rub them! What was I thinking about again? Something about Mistress’s chair? Hmm, I know! I just wanted to lick her pussy! Still do...Mistress is so yummy!

But...why are they looking so not happy?

“Look Rob,” Says Mistress, “you’re the genius salesman. Either you find a client for my absolute conditioner, or you use the hardship to overcome your own limits and then find a client.”

“I keep telling you, clients would love to see some R&D, but you’ve got to cover existing fetishes, not some weird ass sneeze-and-you-orgasm programming machine!”

“It is far more useful to human progress than a mere French maid conversion.”

“Who cares about progress, we’re here to make some fucking dough! French maids would pay for a private jet!”

“Just make the treasury pay for it. It’s not like I care.”

“What?! I would never pay for it with the company’s cash. For more than 60% of it. Max.”

I don’t get what they are talking about, but I guess, like, it’s the thing they do to make more sexy sluts. Master and Mistress are the best people ever, see, they have a loooot of smart stuff to do and they make the world all better. So they should be super happy. It’s a mission for Ellie, the nice friendly bimbo!

“Maaasteeer! Miisstreeess!”

They turn to me and smile. Well, Mistress does a Mistress-smile. They’re so beautiful!

“What is it, bubble brain?” Asks Master.

“Can I help?”

“You are helping, by being a good cum dumpster.”

“Yeah, tee-hee! But I wanna help at your, huh, sexy sluts stuff.”

“What, think you can help with business?” He smiles. “As you can see, we’re doing perfectly fine without your annoying meddling, thank you very much.”

“Tee-hee! It’s nothing, Master! You know I live to make you happy!”

“That’s not what I meant, you horny idiot.”

“Rob, don’t be to hard on her...Can’t you see she’d like nothing more than help?”

“The only help I need her to give is on her b...”

Mistress raises her hand. Her fingers are so pretty...I want to suck on them like a good girl...

“Truth is, we might need help, Ellie. Really simple, of course....”

“I’ll help! I’ll help!”

“Really? Well, we need a new expert on accounting, since ours suddenly came down with a bad case of the stupids. You think you could handle interviewing candidates?”

“Candy dates? I totally want to handle candy and dates, Mistress!”

Mistress and Master laugh. I love it when they laugh, it makes me all tingly inside.

“No, you stupid bimbo.” She says. “See? Your Master is right, you can’t help us. Do you know why?”

“Huh...”

“Come on, it’s just what the nice box taught you.”

“Huuuuuuh...Oooh yeah! Because I’m really stupid! A stupid sexy bimbo!”

I giggle. I feel really good when I say what I am. Dunno why?

“Yes you are. But it’s alright, because we like you very much like you are. Right Rob?”

“Damn straight.” Smiles Master.

“Sit on the table, Ellie.”

Oooh! Sitting on the table means they’ll see my horny pussy! Yay yay yay!

“Listen.” Says my super kewl Mistress in her calm voice. “Since you know you are stupid, too stupid to work with us, why do you keep trying?”

“I...dunno, Mistress.” I say softly, swaying my boobies left and right, my finger on my juicy lips. “I guess I just wanna.”

My owners look at me. Mistress thinks, but...

“Relax Jenna, I got this.”

I blush as Master wraps his strong arms around my body, and goes for my slutty pussy right after.

“Aaaahh~”

“Good bimbos don’t want. Good bimbos just wait and obey. Do you think you’re a smart useful girl? Hm? Do you?”

“Huaaahn? No, I’m a good bimbo, I totally am...”

“Then why do you want to work? You don’t like being a bimbo? You want to wear clothes and think? Is that what you want?”

“Huh...Huuuh...Nooo...”

“Then you don’t want to work.”

“Yeeess! Yes Master, I’m sorry, you’re right, I don’t want to work!”

“What do you want!”

“Being stupid and slutty and sexy and cumming all the ti...” Master hits my special spot. I cum instantly when he touches it. I see lotsa stars and bunnies in my head, just like when I’m in the boxes. “...Iiimme! Aaaaah! Mnghaaaah!”

He lets go of me and my hands can’t help but keep the pleasure going. My fluffy bimbo brain has so many cute bunnies in it, can’t think, can’t...thiiiink...So many pretty lights! Wheee...

“Theeere you go Jen. A cumming Ellie is a happy Ellie.”

“A bit crude, but enjoyable.”

“Ellie?”

“Hmmm...Yessss Masteeer?”

“Do you want to help us work, sweetums?”

“Whaaat? Totally no way! Ellie’s so not smart. Ellie would just, like, slow you down...”

“Good girl.”

Master picks me up and takes me on his lap. Hmmmm...I like cumming, but cuddling is sooo nice too...

“Still, it’s a bit of a pain,” says Mistress. “I’m doing everything I can to drown her in pleasure.”

“It’s just temporary. Just keep fucking her and eventually the last remnants of her persona will go away.”

“Really.”

“Yeah, no doubt about that. It’s just her last defenses flaring up, and even then it’s completely smothered by her devotion. She’s no longer anything to be called Eleanor. She is truly Ellie. She’s just not perfect yet...But soon.”

“Do you think so?” asks Mistress. “Such a strong will is so annoying. Most of them break when shown hedonism and the depths of submission. But she...”

“Is already done, Jenna. We threw everything at her until she was the perfect fucktoy. It’s just a frog’s legs kicking at this point. Trust me, as the head of business of this fine company.”

I reaaaally don’t get what they’re talking about, but Mistress looks at me.

“Ellie. Thank us for taking away your company and brainwashing you into a bimbo sex slave.”

My eyes flutter. Huh?

“Sure! Thank you, Mistress!”

“No, Ellie. The whole thing. Thank us for taking away your company and brainwashing you into a bimbo sex slave.”

“Okay, huh...”

Hmmm, this is a hard order, but I’ll obey Mistress for sure!

“Thank you for taking away my...con...compy...huh...com-pa-ny...”

Huh?

Why do I feel so funny? Not ha ha funny, the other kind of funny. Like...sad? No! Can’t worry about that, must obey Mistress.

“And bray-in-wha-shing me into a...”

It’s really weird...but I’m almost there!

“...bimbo sex slave.”

My wonderful Masters smile. A smile I never seen. Huh. I feel different now. Happy! Yay! I’ve made my owners happy again! It’s the best feeling!

“Thank you!” I repeat.

Thankful for what? Dunno, stupid bimbos can’t understand such hard words. But it made my Gods happy! They come in and hug me really tight.

“Good girl.” Says Mistress.

“Yeah, very good girl.” says Master.

“Tee-hee! Can we fuck? Ellie’s so horny...”

“Ah, poor little Ellie, always horny...Okay, on the table, slave!”

I say yay yay yay and I obey. My owners undress. They should totally be naked all the time, it’s like the best! Mistress has just panties and a skirt thing to remove so she’s the first. She stands to the side of the desk where my head is and presents her naked pussy over my head. Hmmm...Mistress’ pussy, so beautiful! She bends over slightly so she can caress my yummy pink nipples.

“Go on, Bimbo Ellie, do you see another sex slave in this room?”

“No Mistress!”

I lift my head and start licking. Mistress has modified me a lot, and one of the things she did is that her pussy tastes like honey to me! I’m Mistress’ science toy girl! She does everything to make me happy! And, like, it makes me lick better.

“MMmmnngh...Oooh...Yes, that’s a good girl...”

Giggles. I love feeling Mistress cumming like me. She makes me cum my soft bimbo brain out all the time after all, I wish she cummed more than me. But she’s so kind, she lets me be the bimbo. Aaah...I’m cumming in my boobs already! Being a bimbo slut’s the bestest! I’m so lucky!

“Ready or not”, sounds Master’s powerful voice, “Here I come!”

He spreads my legs. Did he? Maybe I spread them all the time now...I’m so wet, his super yummy cock slides in easy.

Easy like me. But no thinking, Ellie...Cumming now. Cumming and worshipping and licking and giggle giggle until I’m the best pet in, like, ever. Wheeee...!

“This is seriously the best, Jen. We should have turned that bitch into Ellie from the word go.”

“I don’t...mmmnaah...know...She’s been useful enngh...enough...”

“Face it girl...oooh yeah...you like her better as your perfect test subject.”

“Oh, definitely. Lick your Mistress’ honey pot faster, slave!”

“Ysh Mshtresh!”

I obey and Mistress gets louder. Master is excited so he fucks me deeper and faster and sooo yummier. I feel weak and wet. My stupid little Ellie head cums and I think of nothing but them. I cum and cum but never forget to please Mistress and make my pussy tight for Master. I love them like so super much. They keep using me and I keep being their loving bimbo pet.

“Oooh...Oh yes that’s a good girl Ellie don’t stop, don’t stoooop aaAAAaah...”

Mistress’ sexy scream makes Master cum.

“Phew...oh yeah! That’s a good slut.”

“Thank you Master! Ellie lives for...”

“We know, slut, we created you.”

“Cre-A-tid?”

“Stop trying to think, sweetums. Go be decorative and fuck what’s left of your brains out while we outdo everything you ever did.”

“Hee-hee! Fuck!”

I skip to my chair. I’m still sooo horny! Thank the Owners they gave me, like, fingers and dildos. Watching them working and making more girls like me always makes me feel funny. I love them so much...like, what’s the long funny words that made them smile? Thank you for keeping cum..something of brain wish bimbo sex slave? I don’t remember...only their really big smiles. I hope they’ll make me say them again!