The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

My pussy dripped as I entered the grocery store. Master gave me a command to feel his cock fucking me the entire time I was picking up our weekly shopping, and of course, I had no ability to disobey him. And so, I walked through the store and secretly from everyone else felt him blow a load so deep in me that it made me shudder.

Master takes such good care of me.

I do what I can to serve obediently. But I am just one slave. Master deserves more than me.

Stifling a moan as I turned down the next aisle, I felt something. Obviously the oncoming orgasm, but something more too. Something different. Something good.

For the next twenty minutes, the feeling got stronger and stronger. And after I placed the last item in the basket, completing my task of shopping and being rewarded with a silent orgasm, what was left of my mind still couldn’t shake that there was something here I was forgetting. Something I needed to get here.

I turned back and started walking back through the aisles. And that’s when I realized I needed to get her.

The brunette at the end of the aisle. That’s what I needed. No, that’s what Master needed. And I wouldn’t really be done until I had her for Master.

As I approached, I could see that she was somewhat lost in thought, looking over her phone but not seeming to comprehend it all.

“Hi there, do you need help?” I asked.

“More than…no, I’m fine.” She responded, turning to look at me.

In the first moments of seeing her eyes, I pitied her. She didn’t have the purpose of submitting to Master. She didn’t have the guide to pleasure her like I had with Master. She could obey, but she didn’t know who to obey. Heartbreaking.

I softened my voice. “It seems like you’re lost and looking for something.”

She recognized my caring voice and let her guard down, just the slightest amount. “Umm, fettucine I think. Or maybe linguine?”

I stepped forward. “No, I think you’re looking for something deeper”. I placed my hand on hers.

I felt a small jolt in my hands. Her eyes got wide. Her hand clasped mine. Not frantic, but insistent.

“I know what you’re feeling now”, I said. “It’s the pure joy of being with Master. The pleasure that comes from serving him, knowing you have one purpose in life and can fulfill it every moment.”

Her eyes darted, unfocused, but searching. “You….feel this?”

“Every moment of my existence. This is every second in Master’s presence.”

Her breathing settled. Her hand never left mine.

“Who is Master?”

“Master is Master. Nothing more needs to be known. I serve him. I please him. I obey him.” I took my hand off hers.

Her eyes focused, but I saw…loss.

“I…I’ve…I’ve never felt like that. How did… Why did…” she paused for several seconds, and then in a small voice uttered “I want more.”

“And Master wants you. I don’t know how I know, but I do. I can give you a glimpse of what awaits. But you must submit and obey to feel Master’s true pleasure.”

I could see her brain working, overloaded by the experience she had and how much she wanted more. I didn’t know how I could share that with her. But I don’t need to know. Slave doesn’t need thoughts. Slave obeys.

“Come with me. You can see that I am safe.” I said, and she nodded vacantly. I held her hand again. She shuddered and began following me, her cart left absently in the aisle. We paid for Master’s things and I took her to my car. She never said a word, never complained. Just a vacant stare and slow, steady breathing.

I sat her in the car and went around to my side. As I settled in, I could tell she was calm, but confused.

“What is your name?” I said. I knew it would help her feel more at ease. As she journeyed to being a complete slave, I knew she would no longer need it, but she hadn’t fully let go of herself yet.

“Debbie” she said. “I just moved to the area.”

“Hello Debbie, and welcome. My name is Steph”. It was a lie, but a small one. Steph was the old name for slave. Slave did not need a name now.

We drove home, exchanging small talk while I filled in some details from my life before Master. She didn’t ask about Him once during the ride.

We got to Master’s home and I led her inside along with the few groceries I had. Even though I had stopped holding her hand, she followed quietly along behind me. Compliant and submissive. Just what Master needs.

“Sit on the couch. I will bring you a drink.” It was as easy to serve her as it was to serve Master. I am a good slave.

She took the water carefully and sipped it. It seemed like she was in an internal battle between trying to clear her head and just sitting motionless and compliant.

“The feeling …” is all I got out before I was interrupted.

“Intoxicating. It was exhilarating but calming. Blissful but silent. How?”

I smiled sweetly, like when I ask Master to go down on him a second time before he goes to work.

“Slave doesn’t concern herself with How. Master decides. Master knows. Slave submits. Slave obeys.”

“…obeys” she quietly intoned in repetition. “All the time?” She sounded like she was softly panting.

“Every second. And so much more than what you feel. Your mind is trying to process this. Your mind is trying to make sense and order. But when you submit…”

She bit her lip softly.

I leaned in, held her chin, and kissed her.

Surprised at first, all of her hesitation melted away in a moment. Her tongue was obviously inexperienced, but electric with need. She didn’t move her body at all, but her breathing picked up and I could tell her mind was being scrambled at the pleasure she was feeling.

I don’t know how long we made out. But I heard Master’s keys in the lock and my training took over.

Automatically I was at the front door, kneeling in my position and prepared to serve.

“Welcome home, Master. Your slave is ready to obey, as always.”

His voice filled a spot in my mind that was empty. He filled me with his words.

“Good afternoon, slave. And were you able to obey my command today?”

I ed.

I ed what Master had told me.

I ed that I had gotten this command dozens of times over months and months.

To always forget the command if I didn’t succeed.

To bring him home a new slave.

To be the herald of his harem.

To be the mistress of his growing family, yet always subservient.

“I obeyed, Master. She awaits.”

Master smiled. Master pulled me up from my kneeling position and his lips captured mine.

I melted against him.

I moaned from the pleasure.

I came.

Master held me in his embrace as my legs found their place eventually. “Introduce me” he said, and my feet were already moving.

Debbie was sitting, staring ahead as Master sat next to her. I took my position at his feet and softly said, “Debbie, meet Master”

She turned and I heard a gasp. I could see the enraptured look on her face. She was taking in Master for the first time. Oh, how happy I was for her, experiencing that.

“Hello, I am Master. I want you. I want you in my harem. In my family.”

Debbie’s eyes softly looked up and down Master.

“I don’t know what I want. I don’t know why I’m here. But I think what I want is here.”

Master placed a hand on her knee.

“I think you want quiet.”

Debbie’s eyes opened slightly in realization

“I think you want order and rules. But making those rules is so difficult, so consuming.”

Debbie began to nod carefully.

“I think you want to be guided. I think you want to be guarded. I think you want to be controlled.”

Debbie whimpered.

“You want to give of yourself, but you don’t know how. You want to serve something greater, but don’t know what.”

Debbie’s eyes were drooping. “Too much. Too much to decide”

“You need quiet to decide. To decide where to serve. To decide how to serve.”

Her eyes were nearly closed.

Master put a hand behind her head. “Quiet and sleep”. Her body went limp and He carefully guided her to the couch.

He turned to me. “You’ve done very well, slave.”

I beamed. “Thank you Master. What happens now?”

“She hears us. And she has, for the first time in her life, a quiet moment in her mind. I can see that she had so much thinking, so much to decide that she couldn’t do anything. Slave, you may The Paradox of Choice.”

I rattled off effortlessly. “Having too many choices just leads to dissatisfaction and paralysis. A small number of choices is easier and leads to increased happiness”

Master smiled at me, “Good slave.” My nipples tingled with pleasure.

Master continued, thumbing my now erect nipples. “I have given our guest quiet for the first time in years. She was overwhelmed by choice and options. It was too much for her mind to handle. Too much to process. Surely you could see that when you found her?”

I nodded, “She looked…lost.”

“As so many can be. But I have removed all of that complexity, all of those choices and options and allowed her to focus on just one choice. It could be her last choice if she wants it to be.”

Master looked over at Debbie, content and confident.

“Independence…”, Master said.

“..or submission” I concluded, shivering from the memory. Master had given me that choice. Master had freed me from the constant noise of the world. Now I had everything I wanted. Everything I needed.

I had Master.

My hands moved to Master’s pants, feeling for his body. I needed him to take me. To demonstrate his power over me. To let me serve him, as the most minor repayment for the gift he had given me. My pussy dripped as I felt his hardened cock within his pants.

In a flash I had his garments off, and my mouth around his cock.

My holes are his to use, whenever he pleases.

My body is a cum dumpster for his amusement.

My will is only what he gives me. This is Good and Right.

I felt the tightening of his body as he prepared to shoot a load down my throat. Master’s cum belongs where Master wants. And from his grunting and thrusting, I knew where he was going to put it. My mouth pressed deeper onto his cock as I felt it erupt deep inside me, filling my slave body with his glorious cum. My eyes crossed at the joy of taking his gift.

When I had swallowed every drop, my body continued its service, as it must. On all fours, I turned around and presented my willing, aching, dripping pussy to Master, arched in the air for his use. He began by fingering me, sampling my wetness and allowing me to shudder at his workings.

Around this time I heard Debbie. Eyes still closed, hands still, but legs apart and panting. Master had said she could hear us. She needed to know what awaited for her if she chose correctly. It was easy to moan for her as much as I moaned for Master.

Master whispered something in my ear. I don’t what it was. It’s not important. All I knew was that it wasn’t time to cum yet. I could obey without knowing what I was obeying. I am a good slave.

By the time Master’s hard cock was lined up at my pussy lips, I could smell Debbie’s wetness from across the room. I could see her eyes darting under her eyelids.

And that’s the last thing I saw, because that was when Master entered me. My world evaporated except for Him.

My body has one purpose. Serve Master.

My mind has one purpose. Submit to Master.

My will has one purpose. Obey Master.

Over and over I repeated while my body was ravaged.

I am Master’s fucktoy.

I am Master’s cum dumpster.

I am Master’s personal slut.

I am Master’s whore.

I serve.

I submit.

I obey.

Any hole.

Any time.

Any where.

I heard a single word from Master and my body obeyed instantly as he flooded my slave pussy with more cum. My pussy clenched and ached and spasmed and quivered as I felt Master’s power overwhelm me.

And I heard Debbie cum too. I heard her cry out and whimper and writhe and buck. No hands were on her. No toy touched her.

As I felt Master’s cum drip down my legs, I saw Debbie’s eyes slowly open. Calm, and serene. She slid off the couch and crawled on her knees next to me in front of Master.

“Master, slave is ready to submit to you”

As I took my default kneeling position next to her, Master ired the new slave and took stock of her. I could see her body tense in anticipation of every touch, like an electric shock that she just kept coming back for.

“You are ready to leave your decisions behind? You are ready to become mine and mine alone? My property and my submissive?”

“Yes Master”, she stated, her breath picking up again.

“There are many things that I will teach you in the coming days and weeks. Roles for you to fill, commands for your body to learn. But the most essential is this.”

He knelt down next to her and stared into her eyes. She was transfixed, unable to even contemplate taking her eyes off her new Master.

“Submission.” Master intoned.

Her body instantly changed, the way mine did. A calling to empty everything else out, the most basic command. To forget everything about the world and become Master’s once again, completely and utterly. Submission is the trigger that focuses us. Submission is the trigger that prepares us.

“Obedience.” Master continued, his voice rising ever so slowly in intensity.

Her body tensed. Again like mine. Submission is a call to empty our minds. Obedience is how we fill it again. But fill it with purpose and direction and need. It’s standing on the precipice and wanting to let go. It’s the wait before the command that builds and builds. It’s the revving of an engine that’s not in gear, ready to leap forward in an instant.

He paused. We held on the edge of release. We waited for our command. We are here because Master wishes us to be here. We serve because we must. Our desire is his joy and whe…

“Pleasure.” Master announced.

Our cries echoed as our thoughts shattered. Our pussies gushed and leaked and spasmed and ached.

Master just stood and smiled.

Our eyes met him and we spoke as one.

“Thank you Master”