The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

Louisville, Kentucky, Summer 2016

Constance “Connie Blade” Francis loved the sound of motorcycle as it landed on the sand pit. She had just finished her last heat for the competition—the Buckaroos and Bikers Rodeo! She waited in anticipation for the judges to render their verdict.

A few minutes later they did: she had scored a perfect ten! She had done great in her other heats too. She was a strong contender for first prize.

Of course, had anyone known her full history, such a victory would not be unexpected. Ever since she was little, she had been known as a tomboy, and had been known as such for a reason. She always enjoyed more masculine activities like climbing trees , wrestling, and—of course—riding motorbikes. She had her dolls and stuffed animals to be sure, but you could never accuse her of being a “girly-girl.” Moreover, such a nature was perfect for motorcycling and had allowed her to make a decent living off of it. Though she was far from a household name, she had one several competitions and had even gotten a few advertising and modeling gigs, allowing her to live comfortably, if not lavishly.

Her tomboyish nature also gave her another advantage: physical strength. Over the years she had built up some impressive muscles and great agility. Not only did this come handy regarding sports, it was also helpful fending off the assaults of lecherous men—though she had also taken self-defence courses.

She needed it too, for Connie was a very attractive woman. All of 25 years old, she was tall, buxom, and gorgeous. She was currently wearing black leather boots blue jeans and a nice white short short-sleeved blouse (under her blue leather biker suit she wore for safety). She also wore a dark red motorcycle helmet with a black glass visor. If you looked behind that visor you would see a picturesque female face with long black hair bright blue eyes, bee-stung lips and a sultry but genuinely sweet smile. If you undressed her completely you would see her ample d-cup breasts. She was just as much a stunner to look at as she was when performing on the racetrack. “Let’s give a big hand to Connie Blade,” the rodeo announcer said. “Sometimes, the best man for the job is a woman!” As if on cue, the crowd applauded her. Connie just smiled, looking forward to the competition’s ultimate result. Of course there was one more competition left.

2.

That competition involved completing cowboy-related stunts and challenges. After all, they didn’t call it the Buckaroos and Bikers Rodeo for nothing. Though tired, Connie decided to watch the show from the stands. She had some time to kill so why not? She ordered a beer from a vendor and let the show unfold before her.

What a show it was. There were matadors, bull riders, comedy skits, and more. While Connie did not think too highly of Southerners, she had to it that their performances were quite amusing. Except for the ropes tricks, though. Yes the ability to twirl a rope into interesting shapes did require some skill—but let’s be honest—a rope was no match for a motor.

Eventually, the last contestant of the day took her turn. “Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting Anelise Paxton—a Kentucky woman, born and raised!”

Anelise emerged onto the field. She had black hair and looked tall. At least that was what Connie thought. There were lots whooping and hollering especially from the men in the audience. She mounted a brown horse and then did several acrobatics. She rode the horse as it if were a mechanical bull, holding on tight to avoid being thrown off. Then the horse stopped moving she took out a lasso and draped it around a barre. She began to reel the barrel in, then lift it off up the ground and twirl it around. It was a risky stunt, but Anelise seemed to be in control of herself. She then released her grip letting the barrel fly right before the stands.

The tricks only got more elaborate from there. She started by riding her horse through an obstacle course making several tight twists and turns. Her horse also bucked several times. She even had a revolver which se used to shoot several emerging target boards. She hit the bulls-eye on all of them.

Then she performed one final trick: she took her rope and lassoed a rafter jumped from her horse, did a loop-de-loop. Then she slid her lasso off the rafter did a mid-air somersault and comfortably landed right-side up on her horse. Then she ran back to the starting gate, dismounted, and curtseyed. The crowd went wild.

A few minutes later the judges came back with their scores. All three of them gave her a perfect ten. The crowd burst into applause again.

As Anelise lapped up all the attention, Connie couldn’t help but smile from her seat in the stands. She never really cared for rope tricks and horseback riding, but she had to it that Anelise Paxton excelled at both of them.

3.

Connie truly was on cloud nine. About an hour after the competition closed, the contest’s organizers called her and told her that she had won the biker competition. That not only meant the honor of being in the winner’s circle at tomorrow’s ceremony, but the prize money that came with it. She walked back towards her hotel room with a spring in her step and a smile on her face (her bike was parked in the area designated by the competition’s organizers. She was so focused on her triumph, she was oblivious to the area around her and bumped into another person.

“What in tar-nation?” Connie heard a woman’s voice say. It startled her from her daydreaming. She looked up and she saw Anelise Paxton.

“Oh, Miss Paxton, I am very sorry,” Connie said, apologizing. “I didn’t see you there.”

“It’s quite alright,” Anelise responded in her southern drawl. She picked up some dropped items. “If I had won first prize I would find it hard to concentrate, too. In fact, I did win first prize in the buckaroo category. It’s called Buckaroos and Bikers after all.”

“Wow, really?” Connie responded. “That’s great!” Congratulations Miss Paxton.”

“Thank you,” she said back cheerily. “Congratulations to you too. Oh, and please call me Anelise.”

“Will do, and thank you for the congratulations. By the way, feel free to call me Connie. ”

“All right, Connie,” Anelise said. “I really liked that biking you did today. It was amazing.”

“Thanks,” Connie said appreciatively. “It was my first time at a rodeo I never thought I would be impressed with rope tricks, but you were exceptional.”

“Thank you for the compliment,” Anelise responded in kind. “You know, there is one trick that I wasn’t able to show the audience, but I would like to show it to you. I only reserve it for the best of the best and I think you’re definitely one of those.”

Connie thought for a moment, flattered by the offer. Why not? It’s not like she had anywhere to be tonight Moreover, this was her first rodeo, and it might be good to find some commonality with her fellow winner.

“Sure,” Connie replied, finally accepting her invitation. “However, would it be okay if I could shower and we could grab some dinner, first? ”

“That’s fine by me,” Connie said softly. “Why not meet me at the hotel restaurant in 45 minutes? “’

“Sounds like a plan,” Connie agreed.

4.

That plan went quite well. The two women had showered (in their separate hotel rooms) changed their clothes and had met at the restaurant. Connie was currently wearing a nice pear of leather brown slacks and a nice white camisole that gave everyone an ample view of her cleavage. Anelise was dressed more demurely. She was wearing a pair of brown dress shoes, black dress pants and a dark purple blouse. Anelise had ordered the steak combo while Connie had ordered the lobster platter. Both women found their meal delicious. Then they ordered dessert: a small chocolate brownie pie with ice cream that they both shared. They decided to go Dutch.

“I’m stuffed,” Connie finally said after everything had been eaten.

“Likewise,” Anelise said. “Now let’s go to my hotel room and get to that rope trick.” The two women went into Anelise’s room—it was not too far from Connie’s— sat on the bed and removed their shoes. Connie remained on the bed, while Anelise went to get her lasso.

Then she held it in front of Connie’s face. The rope was something the strands were coloured a bright gold and every so often there were small red pieces of plastic that she guessed were to hold the rope together. Anelise stepped back from Connie so there was some distance between them. “Alright,” she chirped. “Here it is.”

She began by spinning the lasso round and round. She started slowly then picked up speed it was going faster and faster. It was going so fast that the golden in the rope began to shine and sparkle. “Just watch the lasso, Connie,” Anelise directed. “Watch it turn and spin. Watch the lasso turn and spin. Put everything else out of your mind except the lasso and my voice. It is a very pretty lasso, so watching it is very easy. It is a great lasso.along with my voice, it is the only thing you are paying attention to. Ain’t that right?”

“Yes, it’s the only thing I am paying attention to,” she affirmed sounding a little lightheaded.

Anelise then released the lasso and put it around the room’s lamp and began twirling it around the room. Amazingly, Anelise never lost control of the lamp

“Indeed, my lasso is so powerful it can reel in and direct many things. It can reel in this lamp.” She began moving the lamp around and around and finally released it where it softly land on the hotel bed. Then she saw a large bar of soap and put her lasso around that and did the same thing she did with the lamp. Connie was still transfixed both by the movements of the lasso and how it shined in the light. “Indeed,” Anelise continued, my lasso it’s so powerful that is can reel in people—both their bodies and their minds.”

She then flung the lasso as hard as she could around Connie’s body and then began reeling. Despite the latter’s heft, Anelise was able to pull Connie in (though being lost in the movements of the lasso probably helped. “I am lassoing you in,” she declared, slowly but surely she had pulled Connie in so they were right next to each other noses almost touching. Then Anelise’s eyes began to glow brightly. They were so all-encoming that Connie felt that she was falling into them. Indeed, she was falling into them. Anelise’s mesmerising stare and her little induction with her lasso had done the trick. Connie’s eyes shut and her head slumped forward. She was now in a complete hypnotic trance. Anelise began the final part of her condition.

“Connie,” she intoned. “I have lassoed you in, correct?”

“Yes,” she slurred. “You have...lassoed...me in.”

“I have lassoed in your mind and body. Say it.

“You...lassoed...my mind...and...body.”

“Since I have done this, your mind and body are in my power. I control them.”

“In your power...you control...my mind and body.”

“Therefore, you must do whatever I command you to do. Ain’t that right?”

“Yes...must do what...you command me to do,” she repeated tonelessly.

“Open your eyes, but stay deeply hypnotized,” Anelise ordered. “Then return to the bed.”

“Yes, Anelise,” Connie said.

“Oh,” Anelise instructed. “Whenever I give you a command say darn tootin’ mistress.”

“Darn tootin, mistress,” she parroted obediently.

Anelise chuckled mischievously. She had finally broken free of the stereotype of the dumb, empty-headed Southern woman. She had also broken free of the homophobia she had endured when she was younger. While Anelise had attended many rodeos before, this was the first time she had tried her special rope trick. She had spent months perfecting it and now it was going to pay off. Now it was time for a Northerner to feel like the dumb one. Connie,—by pure luck—was that person (Connie told Anelise that she was from Des Moines, Iowa).

“Connie,” she continued. “When I snap my fingers you will take off all your clothes. As you remove each item of clothing, you will become more and more sexually attracted to me. Once you are naked we will make long, ionate love. Understood?”

“Darn tootin, mistress,” she replied as Anelise snapped her fingers.

Connie began by removing her boots and socks. Then she took off her belt, dropped her slacks, and slid off her underwear. Then she removed her camisole revealing a sturdy blue bra. The bra was removed too, revealing her huge breasts. Connie’s breathing was husky and her body was waiting for Anelise’s touch.

Anelise was naked herself by now. He respectable breasts and impressive black bush on full display. She ran towards Connie and kissed her. Connie kissed her back hard. The two women then began rolling around on the bed, continuing their kissing, and savouring each smooch.

After the makeout session, Anelise decided to go for Connie’s best future: her breasts. The Kentuckian plunged her head into the motorcyclist’s massive mounds, kissing and licking them. Anelise smiled, her breasts really were magnificent: big, soft, and all-natural. She continued her licking spree with Connie giggling all the while. The biker’s fogged brain was in total ecstasy.

Anelise then decided it was time for the finale. She had ridden beautiful horses for so many years, now it was time for someone beautiful to ride her.

“Eat me out, Connie,” Anelise ordered. “You know you want to.”

“Darn tootin, mistress,” the brainwashed biker said, licking her lips. Anelise and Connie then switched positions. The latter buried her head between the former’s legs. Connie then stuck out her tongue and began lapping at Anelise’s bush. She started slowly at first and then became significantly faster as if she were revving up her motorcycle. She was certainly revving up Anelise’s arousal. With each lick the beautiful buckaroo was moving closer and closer to orgasm. Then she actually reached it, clamping her legs around Connie’s head and spilling her juices all over her face. It would be the first of many orgasms.

5.

After about another hour of lovemaking, Anelise decided enough was enough. She had the two of them redress. Then she gave Connie some post-hypnotic suggestions.

“Connie,” Anelise commanded. “When I snap my fingers, you will exit my hotel room and return to yours. You will then climb into bed and enter a deep and happy sleep, though you will be on time for the awards ceremony tomorrow. You will not anything that has happened here. You will just me jugging object via my lasso and you being impressed by it. Now should you ever hear me and only me say the words “rope trick time’ you will fall back into this hypnotic state and do as I say. that but nothing else.”

Connie nodded in acceptance as Anelise snapped her fingers. The biker soon exited the hotel room. Anelise sighed in contentment. With a little more conditioning Connie would be hers for a long time to come. Indeed, both Connie and Anelise had now had their first rodeos. Connie’s involved an actual rodeo while Anelise’s involved mind control. Both gained something significant out of it though only Anelise would know just how significant the rodeo truly was.