The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Sarah was walking to her car in the garage at the mall. The concrete pillars supported the concrete ramps, and there were rows of cars at angles all around her. Sarah was only a little angry. The guy she was supposed to meet there didn’t show. She got her curly brown hair into a manageable state, put on her best white blouse, and her skirt that connected in the middle on the bottom, but had slits on the sides she didn’t consider obscene. Still, she did try to make her pudgy body a little presentable for a guy that she’d expected to be at the restaurant an hour before. Now she was walking to her car pissed and feeling like she should have seen it coming.

Sarah’s world went dark.

Sarah shook her head. She was at her car, but something felt off. She looked around and couldn’t place it. The sky had turned dark, and she wasn’t sure what time it was, but something was different. Sarah turned around looking for something as if she had forgotten something and was trying to remember. Sarah couldn’t place what was off.

About this time Sarah realized she was at the mall, and not just for a failed date. She needed to pick up some sexy thong underwear. Sarah was kicking herself for not having enough thong underwear, and that’s why she went without panties.

In the mall one of the larger storefronts was now a gym. Dozens of people were pushing themselves. For some reason Sarah just wanted to be in there with them. She wanted to exercise. She wanted to lift heavy things and put them back down. She wanted muscle tone, and lots of it. She wanted to look sexy doing it too. She made it to the clothing store she had in mind, and the thong underwear were well in the back. She got five sets of underwear, then a set of exercise clothes, and even some sensible exercise shoes. In minutes Sarah was at the gym signing up and scheduling a personal trainer.

For just a moment Sarah wondered why she was doing all this. Then it dawned on her that she was not going to get dumped or stood up from now on. She was going to make herself so sexy that men and a few women would want her body. Right then Sarah didn’t care how much she punished her body, she was going to build muscle, drop fat, and look good doing so. Sarah was determined to become a body builder.

Three months into her workout regimen she was pissed. Sarah had dropped so much weight that her breasts were gone. She wasn’t thin in the traditional sense of the word. Keeping her body fat at almost exactly nine percent meant she didn’t have much fat, but she was ripped so her muscles added thickness that fat once did. However, with the fat gone so too went her breasts. Sarah liked her breasts, and wanted them back. She decided to bite the bullet and look at implants. For her it wasn’t about shape, she wanted them firm and round, but about how big they would be on her chest. If she was going to go big, she might as well go really big, or go home as her father would say. Since the implants went by cubic centimeters of fluid, or silicone, Sarah went big with the eight hundred ccs size. After the surgery Sarah loved her big breasts, but hated having to wait a week to exercise, and that killed her. Right after she got the stitches out, she was at the gym, sporting a top that showed cleavage, as well as side and under boob. Her short-shorts showed off her muscular legs. Her top let her abs breathe as she worked her body to near failure. Sarah was damned if she was going to have big breasts and not big muscles.

Sarah’s life was rather regular. She’d get up, work from home most days, finish her daily work, and then go to the gym. At the gym she’d work arms and shoulders one day, the next core and back, and the third day legs and butt. Her body building was really paying off after a year. She wore sexy clothes that showed off her muscular body that got lots of looks. The men, and some women, actually asked her out. Sarah always turned them down, none seemed to spark anything within her. That’s why every night Sarah would end up in bed alone.

Sarah dragged her eyes open. The sun was wrong. It was too bright. She found her fingers between her legs, wet, and she was sure she had just masturbated to a very wet orgasm. She moved her head, letting her eyes focus, on her alarm clock.

“Shit!” Sarah yelled seeing she had fifteen minutes to get to work and make an in-person appearance. She jumped up, glad she was naked, and feeling very comfortable that way. Sarah thought about this as she pulled on some clothes. A bit of deodorant and a little spray of subtle perfume, and Sarah was running. She figured she’d do her hair and make-up, what little she wore, in the car. The idea of dying her hair black came to her as she grabbed her hair brush. Black would look good on her, Sarah decided right then.

As Sarah was running for her garage door, she looked at the low table by the door. There was a pair of gold wire rimmed glasses. Sarah paused for a precious second to look at them. She had no idea where they came from. They certainly weren’t her glasses. She was sure she would have seen them before just then. The panic of being late filled Sarah, and she rushed out the door, her mind wondering where the glasses had come from.

The day was long and boring. Sarah was more anxious to get out of the office. She could work from home most days. She’d read case law, and do curls with heavy weights at the same time. She could listen to testimonies while doing lifts. She could do the stair climber with heavy ankle weights while typing up reports. In the office she couldn’t do any of those things. At lunch time Sarah hit a store nearby and got a hair dying kit to make her brown hair black. She also found a self-tanning light. The light was an impulse buy, to give her pale skin a glow that looked healthy, but Sarah knew it was potentially cancer causing.

Sarah was glad that she stashed a workout bag in her trunk. As soon as work was over, she went straight to the gym. For nearly three hours she pushed her body to build muscles. It was core and back day, and by the end of her time Sarah was a quivering mass. Breathing was sore. Even lifting her gym bag as soon as she got home was hard. As soon as Sarah walked through the door to her house, she started stripping off her sweaty exercise clothes. Sarah decided that being naked, in her own home, with no one around, was far more comfortable.

“Am I becoming a nudist?” Sarah said to herself.

She went and took a shower, and then proceeded to clean up some of her house. She changed the sheets and blankets on her bed. She washed up from dinner the night before. She even ran a wet mop over the floor. All the while she kept glancing at the glasses. What happened that resulted in them to be there? She didn’t have anyone come into her place for weeks. She never had men come by, none seemed attractive to her, women either. Her family never came for a visit. Who did they belong to?

Sarah took out the hair dying kit, and read the instructions twice. It didn’t seem overly complicated, and she went for it. The harsh chemical smell was nauseating. She was glad she was naked since she was sure her clothes would have been ruined. After doing everything the box said she looked in the mirror. The black hair with the wavey curls looked amazing on her. Sarah kept thinking that she was born decades too late, and she would have been the kind of woman World War Two pilots would paint on the sides of their planes. Regardless, Sarah thought she looked really sexy.

Just as Sarah was contemplating dinner her phone alerted her that there was movement in her driveway. Instinctively Sarah pressed the record button. She never got visitors, and she was paranoid that someone from the gym had followed her home. She knew she was strong, but muscle never stopped a gun.

Sarah watched on her phone as a woman and man got out of a car that had pulled into her driveway. The woman was young, and the man was old but really sexy. On the black and white camera, it was hard to make out everything, and Sarah activated the microphone.

“Whatever you’re selling, we don’t want any,” Sarah said. It was a trick her mother used. People were less likely to break in if they thought there was more than one person in the house. It also let the people at her door know she knew they were there.

“Sarah, let us in,” the older man said.

Sarah frowned as she put down her phone. Her mind seemed to shift, slide, like oil and water moving past each other. She had to let them in. This wasn’t even a request. This was truth.

Sarah grabbed a robe from the bathroom, and was able to just tie it closed when she found her hands unlocking and opening the door. As soon as she opened the door she was met with an odd sight.

The woman was half the man’s age, young and very good looking. Her skin was dark like coffee with a dash of cream. Her hair was shoulder length, tight curls, black with blond highlights. She had a slim body, but with some padding. Her blemish free, and perfectly symmetrical face was model worthy. She had on a blue sleeveless button-up top, and a matching blue skirt with buttons up the side that showed off her calves. The only issue was her dark eyes were blank and devoid of thought.

The man was dead sexy. Yes, his hair was thin on top, and he had more than a few wrinkles, and he was a little chubby, but that just added life to how otherwise sexy he was. His blue eyes were small, but watchful. His lips were thin, but very kissable. His shoulders and biceps looked developed like he did curls with weights. He had the dad body that would have been comforting to lay next to in bed. Sarah’s eyes couldn’t help but drift to his crotch and the bulge there gave her the first feelings of arousal she’d felt in over a year.

“What’s going on?” Sarah asked as the man closed the door behind them, but the door was weird and never fully closed right unless you knew the trick. That’s why Sarah rarely used that door. The door was left open with a large gap no one seemed to care about.

The man rolled his eyes. “Sarah,” he said in his sexy manly voice, even if it did sound bored, “I am your master, you are my willing slave, and you will completely and totally obey me with all of your heart, mind, body, and soul.” He said this like he was saying something he memorized years ago and had to say it every day.

Sarah grunted. The words, they were not just words but reality warping sounds. Magic was the only thing Sarah could conceive of. Magic was real. This man somehow had magic to make her think such things. She would obey, she was a slave, the strange sexy man was her Master.

“Now,” Master said, “where are my glasses?”

Sarah was shocked. Those were his glasses. Her Master, the man she just met, had to have been in her house sometime before. “Next to the garage door,” Sarah said quickly.

“Not where I thought I put them, got it,” he said dismissively. “Oh, um, Sarah, Aisha, you are now lesbians, and perpetually horny and in love with each other, so make-out.”

Sarah felt the words slide around in her mind. Thinking of certain things stopped, and other thoughts were forced through. She found herself insanely attracted to the brown skinned woman. As Sarah reached out to touch her, the woman’s eyes came alive and she reached out for Sarah. Master had called her, ‘Aisha’ and now Sarah was moaning that name as their lips met.

Sarah felt the heat of arousal burn in her body. This woman she just met was sexy. Never before had Sarah found another woman sexy, and absolutely had never aroused her. This woman, not a body builder, or even a fitness woman, was exactly what she wanted. Her lips were soft and warm. Her skin was smooth and delicate. As Sarah ran her hands along Aisha’s arms, the other woman slipped off Sarah’s robe. Sarah felt her heat rise as she smashed her now naked front into the other woman.

Aisha stumbled back into the front door, and Sarah nearly attacked the woman’s neck. The woman had a smooth and enticing neck, and Sarah couldn’t help but ravish it. Aisha pulled the rest of Sarah’s robe off, and ran her hands down Sarah’s muscular back, down to her butt. Sarah moaned in delight as she felt Aisha grab her ass. Sarah would have let her do that forever as one of Aisha’s hands snaked around to between Sarah’s legs. Sarah felt Aisha’s finger stroke her slit, and both felt just how wet Sarah was.

Sarah switched back to kissing Aisha, and let one hand slide down under the woman’s skirt. Sarah felt her fingers go between the woman’s skin and panties. The erotic feeling welling up inside Sarah dramatically amplified as Sarah felt the mass of course hair. Sarah ran her fingers through Aisha’s bush, hidden under the woman’s clothes. Sarah touched the woman’s swollen lower lips, just as both smashed their faces together in a passionate kiss. The two stumbled away from the door, legs intertwined, as Sarah was trying to make it to the couch in the living room.

Sarah had just gotten her index finger into Aisha’s hot, wet, cunt when a word was spoken behind them, “Freeze.”

Both women froze in place. They couldn’t move, but they could feel. Sarah could feel Aisha’s body wet, and hot, and liquid arousal from the woman coat her finger. Sarah could feel the other woman’s hands as one was at her back, and the other had two knuckles deep inside of her burning body.

“Normally I’d say don’t stop until morning, but I have a plane to catch,” Master said with his glasses on again.

“Oh, I did pick a good one,” Master said moving Aisha away from Sarah. Sarah wanted to cry. The woman was part of her soul now. Sarah wanted nothing more than to kiss every inch of Aisha’s body. Sarah wanted to finger Aisha to countless orgasms. Sarah would do anything for this woman she’d just met, but was deeply in love with.

“Aisha, you can move, go start the car, we’re leaving,” Master said and the dark-skinned woman moved to obey.

Master looked at his watch. “Damn it,” Master said seeing the time and heading for the door. He turned at the last second to face the frozen female body builder, “Sarah, slowly count to five hundred then you can move, and you’ll forget you saw me.”

Sarah didn’t care. She didn’t give a damn that she would forget about Master. All Sarah wanted was Aisha. Sarah started slowly counting in her mind. Every two seconds was a descending number. Each number had Aisha in her mind. Every number seemed to magnify how aroused Sarah felt for the woman that was there, and now gone. Every descending number let Sarah fantasize about what she wanted to do to, with, and get from the woman of her lust. Unable to move, stiff as a statue, Sarah still felt her body aroused by the fact that she would have Aisha. Then the fear hit her as Sarah realized she had no idea who Aisha was, where she lived, or even her phone number. Aroused, frozen, and counting down, Sarah started making plans.

As soon as Sarah had finished counting down, she fell to her knees. Being unmoving in one position for such a long time took some energy. Almost immediately Sarah plunged the finger, that had been in Aisha’s pussy, into her mouth. Sarah climaxed. The taste of her lover put her over the edge. Sarah felt her body bucking, and wanted it to be on Aisha’s face. Sarah’s orgasm continued as the fantasy of the tongue that had been in Sarah’s mouth would also be licking her clit. Sarah just had to find her.

That’s when Sarah enacted her plan. She quickly got her phone, and stopped the recording she had from her doorbell’s camera. She then quickly went to her laptop and looked at the video recording. Sarah muted the sound. Sarah didn’t want to hear any commands. It took some photo-shop to get images of Aisha’s car, and then to make frame by frame semi-transparent, and then overlay the images to read the license plate.

Aisha Kontos sounded magical to Sarah, like some kind of Greek goddess. Sarah gazed at her laptop as the clearest picture of Aisha was captured. Aisha’s driver’s license photo didn’t do her justice. Sarah felt her heart beat faster, and her pussy warm up just looking at the amazing woman. Sarah would come to her, now that she had the woman’s address.

Sarah was suddenly gripped with fear. The man, her Master, had command over her mind. With a word he could make her do unspeakable things, like no longer be in love with Aisha. Then it dawned on Sarah that he might have done that with Aisha already. Master had been in Sarah’s home the night before, his glasses proved that, but she had no recollection of this. She couldn’t even remember what he looked like, because he told her to forget she had seen him. She didn’t have to see him to know he was there; she remembered his words.

Sarah took a few minutes and downloaded some programs off the internet. She took the sound from the video, and converted it into a waveform. She then took that wave form and sent it through a sound to text file. She was able to cut out parts of the wave form, and make Master say what she wanted. She hoped the magic worked just by words.

“Sarah,” the audio file sounded like him, “I am not your master, you are not my willing slave, and you will not completely and totally obey me with all of your heart, mind, body, and soul. Sarah, you’ll not forget you saw me.”

Sarah felt things shift in her mind as the feelings and thoughts were rearranged. The man’s face popped into her mind, but he wasn’t her Master, he was some sexy old creep. He used some kind of vocal magic tied to the person’s name to control their mind. Sarah was determined to worry about that later. Right then, she needed Aisha. Sarah quickly put together another audio file, just for Aisha. Sarah then got some of her sexiest clothes on.

Aisha’s house was not large. It was the kind that only had two bedrooms, and one bath. The driveway ran along the side of the house, and there was no garage or even carport. Aisha’s car was parked in the driveway. The siding was sky blue with white trim. A few trees provided shade, and in the dark of the night the lit windows glowed yellow.

Sarah was horribly nervous as she walked up to the front door. Sarah adjusted her tight tank top, showing off lots of cleavage. Her midriff was bare, showing off her abs and navel. Sarah felt her legs clench around her warm pussy in the thin fabric of her tight shorts which seemed like a second skin.

Aisha opened her front door, leaving the screen door closed, and wearing a bathrobe. She didn’t look like she’d just taken a shower at all. At least now she showed some life in her eyes. She was beautiful beyond description in Sarah’s eyes.

“Hello,” Aisha said in a voice that was music to Sarah’s ears. “May I help you?”

“Aisha Kontos,” Sarah said and the woman looked at her suspiciously, “I’m Sarah Arendsen.”

Sarah waited for any hint of recognition. There was none.

“I’m sorry I don’t know you,” Aisha said about to close the door.

Sarah thought and acted fast. “I know, but there’s something you have to hear,” Sarah said pulling out her phone. “Listen to this for ten seconds, and if you want me to, I’ll leave.”

“Fine,” Aisha said annoyed.

Sarah pressed play on her phone. His voice came over the small speaker, “Sarah, Aisha, you are now lesbians, and perpetually horny and in love with each other.”

Aisha’s eyes went wide. “Oh my God, get in here right now!” Aisha said throwing open the screen door.

Sarah felt like it was the reverse of when they first met. Aisha was naked under her robe. Every inch of her beautifully dark body was on display. She’d shaved her bush smooth. Sarah was elated when Aisha kicked the door closed, and pealed off Sarah’s top. Sarah felt her pussy gush with lubrication as Aisha sucked on her nipples.

“I need to lick your pussy,” Sarah said to her lover.

“Same,” Aisha said in the fraction of a second before kissing Sarah on the lips.

Aisha’s breasts were barely B-cups, and were slack like she’d lost weight recently. Sarah didn’t care. Sarah sucked one of her lover’s fun bags into her mouth, and felt and heard Aisha moan in sexual pleasure. Aisha grabbed Sarah’s head and pulled the woman up to her lips, and the two kissed. Aisha wrapped her arms around Sarah’s neck, and then jumped to wrap her legs around Sarah’s body. Sarah almost climaxed at this.

Aisha’s swollen pussy rubbed against Sarah’s abs, and both women were aware of how wet they both were. Sarah slowly walked them both to the bedroom, all the while lip locked with her lover.

“Do you want to be on top?” Aisha asked.

“I just want you,” Sarah said to Aisha’s wide smile.

Sarah started out on top. The female body builder felt her muscles clench as Aisha’s tongue licked. Sarah’s clit was hot and hard as Aisha worked her lower body. One of Aisha’s fingers was sliding into Sarah’s pussy, the other rubbing her smooth mound, and licking her clit like a dripping ice cream cone.

Sarah was not one to just take, and attacked Aisha’s pussy. Sarah had been dreaming about Aisha’s pussy for the past hour, and now she had it, all of it. Sarah felt like a sexual leach as she put her whole mouth on Aisha’s swollen pussy. Sucking hard on the smooth sex Sarah inwardly smiled as she heard her lover moan in pleasure. Sarah licked Aisha’s pussy, relishing in the familiar taste. The fresh pussy was much better. Sarah ground her body on the woman under her, and licked and sucked on her pussy, and rubbed the woman’s freshly shaved mound.

Both women orgasmed within seconds of each other. Aisha squirted a small shot into Sarah’s mouth, and that set Sarah over the edge. Both women moaned as their bodies shook with their mutual orgasms. Breathing hard, and covered in sexual sweat Sarah rolled off her lover.

“I never squirted before,” Aisha said panting.

“It was so hot,” Sarah said also out of breath. “You are so hot,” Sarah said sliding a finger up Aisha’s bare leg. Aisha shivered with delight and an aftershock of her orgasm.

“So are you,” Aisha said letting her fingers trail Sarah’s slit. “I’m on top this time,” Aisha said bouncing up to all fours.

The night was magical for the pair. The morning was less active, but just as magical. Then Sarah’s honesty took charge.

“I have to tell you something,” Sarah said to Aisha in Aisha’s small kitchen.

“I knew this was too good to be true,” Aisha said sounding sad.

“Aisha,” Sarah said coming up to her, and touched her bare arm. Aisha at first shied away, but then let Sarah take her into her arms. “I love you, but it was because of magic,” Sarah said.

“I’m under some kind of magic spell?” Aisha asked.

“Yes,” Sarah admitted. “Let’s sit down, and I’ll tell you what I know.”

It was a long conversation. Eventually Aisha had her head on Sarah’s chest, resting on the body builder’s large breast.

“Fuck,” Aisha said when Sarah had finished. “I wonder how long I’ve been under that asshole’s control? I’ve got this urge to exercise, daily, and want to eat like a rabbit. I don’t even know what are my thoughts and what are his. We’re nothing but fleshy tools to him.”

“He made us into lesbians, and in love with each other,” Sarah said fearful.

“One good deed does not make a sinner a saint,” Aisha said. She looked up into Sarah’s eyes. “I love you. I don’t care if some asshole made me love you. I feel better than I’ve ever felt in my life. No man has ever made me feel the way you do, sexually and emotionally. Fuck it if this is because of some magic, I hope it never wears off. I love you, Sarah.”

“I love you too, Aisha,” Sarah said and they kissed.

“Now,” Sarah said thinking, “let’s make sure the asshole can never find us again.”