The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

Somewhere in the United States—Summer 2014

Giovanna Luchesi sighed contentedly. It was just another day running Giovanna’s Jewelers and Pawn Shop. She was so glad she had gone into this line of work. Born and raised in Tuscany Italy to an Italian mother and a Greek father, Giovanna had always had an eye for the finer things in life. She had eventually come to America to make her fortune (taking a few Italian heirlooms she owned to help jumpstart her business) and make a decent living. Indeed, as Benjamin Disraeli once said: “beauty and health are the chief sources of happiness.”

Giovanna had her health and she most definitely had beauty, indeed, great beauty. A tall woman in her early forties, she was what the Americans referred to as a “knockout.” She had a statuesque figure with long legs, ample bosoms, beautiful red hair done in a bun, piercing green eyes, an elegant looking face that finely displayed her Mediterranean features, and a sexy, but not obstructive Italian accent. She dressed beautifully as well. Currently, she was wearing a light red short-sleeved dress that accentuated her amazing cleavage. She also wore a nice pair of white high heeled shoes.

That said, Giovanna was much more than a pretty face. She had an extensive knowledge of jewelry, fine art, and archeology. She had previously worked in art museums back in Italy. She had regularly given art and archeology presentations to Italian high school and university students. She had even given a few such lectures in the United States.

Her street smarts were also impressive. Unfortunately for many of her customers, that also meant she had a knack for scamming people. This knack took several forms. Sometimes she would deliberately misrepresent the value of an item, low-balling the customer. Sometime she would selling replicas or imitations as the original item, fleecing her customers but getting a huge windfall for her. She had even browbeaten customers into buy items they did not want by accusing them of breaking items when the items had broken due to old age (or even something she did). Giovanna never felt bad about any of this. The customers should have done their research. It wasn’t her fault that they were ignorant. While what they didn’t know did in fact hurt them, it sure helped her.

It was now 4:20 PM. Since today was Sunday, the shop would be closing in forty minutes. A few seconds later Giovanna heard the bell that signalled a person’s arrival. It was a woman. More specifically it was a tall black woman with blue eyes. She was wearing a grey short-sleeved dress that had pockets and a black leather belt around the waist. Her hair was in a long, sleek, ponytail. She was quite attractive with her dress hinting at her ample bosoms. She was wearing black high-heeled shoes. She was wearing something around her neck, though Giovanna couldn’t tell what.

“Hi,” the woman said. “Are you Giovanna Luchesi?”

“Yes,” Giovanna said.

“That is a nice accent,” the woman said. “Are you European?” The black woman walked toward her and extended her hand.

“Yes,” Giovanna said. “I’m Italian, with a little Greek from my father.”

“I see. My name is Sabrina Harlan.” The woman said. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Giovanna said, shaking Sabrina’s hand. “How can I help you today?”

“Well,”Sabrina said. “I was wondering if you’d be interested in purchasing an item of mine.”

“It depends what,” Giovanna responded.

“I was wondering, how much this is worth.” She took off the object around her neck. It was a beautiful golden comb. “It is a unique golden comb that was forged in 18th century Myanmar. It should fetch a pretty penny.”

“Well, let me take it into the back, so it can be appraised,” Giovanna responded.

“Very well,” Sabrina said. She handed the comb to Giovanna who went behind a purple curtain and found the price guide. She leafed through it until she found Sabrina’s item. Giovanna’s eyes widened in surprise. The comb was indeed a rare item and it was worth a lot of money at least $100,000.00. However, the real question was whether Sabrina knew that. Giovanna smiled. If she played her cards right, that little comb would mean huge profits for her. She emerged from the curtain, facing Sabrina and handed the comb back to her.

“Well,” Giovanna said nonchalantly “I have some good news and I have some bad news. The good news is that it is worth some money. The bad news is that it is not nearly worth as much as you think. It’s not the original, but a recently made imitation.”

“Really?” Sabrina asked. “How much would you give me for it?”

“I’d say about $2,500.00, maybe $3,000.00.”

“I think you’re undervaluing the item a lot,” Sabrina said. “It’s just as impressive as it looks. She put the comb between her right middle and index figures and began to twirl it. Just look at it closely. Look at how the comb flashes and glows in the light. It flashes and glows which fits right in with its gold colour. It flashes and glows. It just flashes and glows. It’s actually quite relaxing. Indeed, all you need to do is get into its rhythm. The comb’s rhythm relaxes you. As you watch and see its rhythm you are getting more and more relaxed.

“More and more, relaxed...” Giovanna said dreamily, her gaze fixed on Sabrina’s comb.

“Would you like to relax more?”

“Yes...I would.”

“Then you must let me behind the counter so I can comb your hair and relax your body and mind.”

“Let you behind the counter...” Giovanni said as the unlocked the divider that separated those behind the counter, from those in front of it. Sabrina sprinted towards Giovanna and undid her bun. Her red hair was now tousled and unkempt.

“Now, Giovanna, your hair is messy. It needs to be tidied, just like your mind. I am going to tidy your hair by combing it. As I am tidying your hair, I will also be tidying your mind. The more I do so, the more you will relax. When I done combing your hair your mind will be completely clean, ordered, and relaxed.”

“Clean, ordered, and relaxed...” Giovanna slurred.

With those words, Sabrina went to work. She took the comb and began running it through Giovanna’s hair. She looked for any strand of Giovanna’s hair that was out of place and combed it so that it was straight. Any curls, curves or cowlicks, were soon combed over and became part of one long mop of red. Her hair was being tidied and ordered. As Sabrina was doing this, Giovanna’s mind was being tidied and ordered, too. All her wishes and desires were being tidied and ordered to please Sabrina. When the last hair that was out of place was combed over, Giovanna’s eyes shut and her head slumped forward. She fell back into a chair that was conveniently right behind her. She was in a complete trance and her mind was perfectly ordered to pleas Sabrina.

“Giovanna,” she said. “Can you hear me?”

“Yes...I hear you,” she said softly.

“Good,” Sabrina said approvingly.

“Now, Giovanna, my comb has tidied your mind. It had directed all aspects of your mind to one clear goal: obeying me. Therefore my will is now your will. Your mind and body is ordered to obey me. Say it.”

“Mind and body...to obey you,” she said.

“Excellent!” Sabrina exclaimed. “Now it’s time to get down to business, my business...”

2.

By “her business” Sabrina meant getting to the bottom of a series of thefts and defrauding, allegedly perpetrated by this jewelry and pawnshop (or more appropriately, its owner). You see, Sabrina was the head of Protecting American Consumers on our Territory (PACT for short). Like the Better Business Bureau, PACT sought to educate consumers about ethical business practices, and expose those who acted badly. Unlike the Better Business Bureau, however, it was focused entirely on preventing, theft, fraud, and illegal deception. They had gotten several complaints about Giovanna from customers and brokers at her pawnshop. While some of these complaints may have been due to sour grapes, a few customers secretly recorded their interactions with Giovanna. She had recorded proof of Giovanna deliberately breaking an item and billing the customer for it, She had also examined items that were said to be an original (and looked exactly like the original), but were cheap imitations. She also performed her own secret test of character on Giovanna. That comb she had attempted to sell (and used to hypnotize Giovanna) was actually worth tens of thousands of dollars more than Giovanna had said it was. This error was too straightforward to be a mistake. Giovanna really was cheating her customers (and committing theft and fraud).

Thank goodness that, in addition to being a skilled investigator, she was also a skilled hypnotist and mind controller. Indeed, she had been taught the art at a young age. The comb was one of the many tried and true trance inducers that she knew. Maybe it actually did have supernatural powers! Either way, Sabrina had Giovanna in a trance and ready to do anything Sabrina commanded of her. “Giovanna,” Sabrina intoned. “Because you must do as I command you must answer all my questions truthfully. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand...”

“Good. Now open your eyes and look straight ahead, but remain deeply hypnotized.”

“Yes Sabrina,” Giovanna said. She sat up and opened her eyes, now empty green circles.

“That’s ‘yes Mistress,’” Sabrina corrected.

“Yes Mistress,” Giovanna parroted.

“Now, tell me Giovanna, have you been defrauding your customers?”

“Yes...I have,” she said truthfully.

“How so?”

“I...have been stealing from them. Deliberately...breaking things...and billing customers....Selling counterfeit items at exorbitant prices...” Then she hesitated

“All of it,” Sabrina said. “Tell me all of it”

“Yes Mistress...”

3.

Sabrina was gobsmacked. This woman had enough transgressions to fill a book. No, scratch that, she had enough transgressions to fill a bookshelf. Sabrina had more than enough to make a citizen’s arrest, go to the police and get Giovanna convicted of fraud several times over. However, perhaps this wasn’t enough. Sabrina, who was a bisexual, had a different sanction in mind. She wouldn’t usually use her hypnotic skills for this, but she would make an exception for someone like Giovanna. She learnt from Giovanna that the pawnshop was to have closed about 10 minutes ago. She wasn’t expecting anybody nor did she have anywhere to be. Hence, Sabrina commanded Giovanna to close the shop, draw the curtains, and lock the front door. Then she went back to standing across from Sabrina, swaying in place.

“Stand up and disrobe Giovanna,” Sabrina commanded.

“Yes Mistress,” she replied mindlessly. The entranced Italian unzipped the back of her dress and shimmied out of it, creating a nice, red pool on the floor. Giovanna was wearing some nice white underwear which soon joined the pool. Giovanna’s naked body was quite a sight. While there were a few tiny wrinkles, her elegant Mediterranean features shined through. She had big breasts just begging to be squeezed, a round and smooth ass, and a nicely trimmed red bush. If you didn’t know any better, you could have mistook her for a classically sculpted statue.

Sabrina was beautiful too. She was naked herself by now. Her breasts were large and supple, her legs long and inviting with a nice dark patch between them. It went very well with her dark skin and made her look exotic.

“Now, Giovanna, do you have a more private place in your shop where we could lie down?”

“Yes Mistress,” Giovanna affirmed. I have a little anteroom in the back. It’s behind the curtain.”

“Good, take me there, please.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Giovanna robotically walked behind the curtain while Sabrina followed. The latter loved how the former’s ass wiggled as she walked. After a right turn, Giovanna guided Sabrina into a small but decent room with a large couch that could accommodate both of them.

“Giovanna,” Sabrina intoned. “You’ve been a naughty woman and you need to be punished. You will get onto the bed and lay on your stomach. I will then spank you. You will accept the spanking as a just punishment. Understood?

“Yes Mistress,” Giovanna said as she complied. Sabrina followed her over to the couch and began to spank her with all her might. Giovanna yelped and hissed in pain as she felt the black woman’s hand on her posterior. It was music to Sabrina’s ears. Giovanna’s buttocks were becoming as red as her dress!

“Giovanna,” Sabrina said, turning her intentions from pain to pleasure. “Roll over onto your back. We are going to make love. You will not try to stop it. In fact, you will want to make love to me with all the passion you can manage.”

“Yes Mistress,” Giovanna said huskily.

With those words, Sabrina straddled herself on the couch and kissed Giovanna. Giovanna responded passionately. The two rolled off the couch and onto the floor continuing to kiss. They ignored any pain caused by their fall and continued at it. A few minutes later Sabrina disengaged and buried her head into Giovanna’s breasts. Sabrina kissed, licked, squeezed, and sucked them as Giovanna giggled in mindless pleasure. Sabrina then hand them switch positions. Giovanna gleefully kissed, sucked and even bit them, acting as if they were dark chocolate eggs. Sabrina moaned, enjoying the sensations with caressing Giovanna’s still straight hair. Sabrina repeatedly ran her hands down Giovanni’s body, amused that her dark skin and Giovanna’s fair skin made for an interesting contrast.

After the sucking spree, Sabrina had Giovanna move down to her vagina so that she could eat her out. Giovanna responded with long, furious licks causing Sabrina to gasp in pleasure. Sabrina them clamped her legs around Giovanna’s head. Giovanna, who was oblivious to this, kept on licking. A few moments later Sabrina climaxed, letting out an enraptured scream, shooting her juices all over the mesmerized Mediterranean’s face. The two then began another round of lovemaking.

4.

About ten minutes after the second round of lovemaking, Sabrina decided to call it a day. She had Giovanna wash both the couch and each of them, until all traces of their sexual tryst had been removed. Then Sabrina redressed and ordered her to do the same. A few minutes later they were back in the front of the shop, with Giovanna facing Sabrina.

“Giovanna,” Sabrina said. “When I touch your forehead you will count to thirty. Once you reach thirty. You will awaken from your trance. You will not remember anything that has happened here. You will only remember me showing you the gold comb, you declining to buy it and me leaving the shop because it was closing time. If you ever hear my voice—and only my voice—say the words “tidy your mind” you will go back into your trance and do as I command you. Remember that, but nothing else.”

“Yes Mistress,” Giovanna said for the final time today.

A few seconds later, Sabrina touched Giovanna’s forehead and she began to count to thirty as instructed. Sabrina unlocked the door, opened it and exited the shop. She smiled as she got into her car. She would definitely return to Giovanna’s shop. The only difference being that she would be accompanied by the police and Giovanna would have a case to answer. It’s funny how things work out sometimes. While Giovanna may have been the one running the jewelry and pawn shop, she had become the most important pawn in Sabrina’s plan to bring about her downfall.