The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

Plyer, Alberta, Canada Sometime in the 2010s

Savreet Gupta thanked the gods for unpaid internships.

Indeed, as a devout Hindu woman, she had hundreds of Gods (and goddesses) to choose to worship. While there was no official god (or goddess) of unpaid internships. As the head of an information technology centre, however, such internships were a godsend. She got free labour and insight, while the interns got experience.

Of course, such experience was more valuable to some than others. Moreover, experience alone does not pay one’s bills. Granted, she made sure to treat the interns with respect, and try to teach them something, other than getting coffee and writing memos.

Well, all except for one: Priscilla Glass.

The 22-year-old Priscilla Glass was the most self-assured and out of touch woman she had ever met. The woman’s mouth wrote cheques neither her body nor her mind could cash. Case in point: on the very first day of work, she had tried to present Savreet with a blueprint to enhance the centre’s antivirus system. She smiled and said she would take it under advisement and look at it later (“later” being when pigs started to fly).

Moreover, she had the disastrous habit of eating cheeseburgers for lunch which Savreet routinely witnessed. While never a messy or rude eater, to Savreet, eating beef was the worst blasphemy imaginable.

What Savreet disliked about Priscilla most of all was her androgynous appearance. Now, she was not transgender, nor a crossdresser, but she looked like a boy with a vagina. She was white, short, scraggly and had with what Savreet assumed were mosquito-sized breasts. She also had soft blue eyes, short, skinny legs, a petite frame and a blond crewcut. She also walked with a noticeable limp and used mobility aids.

Of course, Priscilla claimed that she lived with disabilities. The first was alopecia—which she said ed for her hair loss. The second was a back injury she said was from an accident. A likely story. She was probably faking because she thought coffeemaking and memo writing beneath her. She eventually agreed to get coffee for the office but only if she could carry the container in a cupholder in her wheelchair. Despite thinking the whole thing was a crock, she grudgingly agreed. It was that blasted human rights code. To Priscilla’s credit there have been no issues with her coffee duties since. However, Savreet still thought, she needed to respect her elders more.

Savreet was indeed Priscilla’s elder. She had just turned forty and looked very good for her age. She had smooth dark skin—her Indian ethnicity clearly apparent—that matched her long wavy hair. She was tall, well-built, with impressive breasts, an ovular and stern but attractive face, and dark brown eyes. She also had a bodacious bottom—though no one would dare comment on that feature in her presence.

2.

Right now, she was at her office computer, finishing up her work for the day. As is common for someone in a senior management position, Savreet often worked late. At the very least, she had to stay behind while most of the other staff had gone home. She was currently wearing a yellow blouse with black dress pants and blazer. She also wore a pair of black heels, making for a professional outfit.

She hadn’t had a very good day. Indeed, it improved that both computers and men had at least one commonality: they were supposed to help you solve problems, but most of the time, they were the problem. It kept freezing and locking her out of her for no reason—among other things. She was so desperate that she had to turn to—you guessed it—Priscilla Glass. Most of the IT staff were unavailable. Priscilla was required to stay behind. Out of all the people to help her resolve her problems, they had to pick her.

To be fair, though it had taken awhile, Priscilla did manage to fix her computer problems and get the computer back to bearable, if not pristine condition. She was now opening her final email for the day. Oddly enough, it was from Priscilla herself. Even weirder it had no text, just a video attachment. Out curiosity more than anything else, she opened the attachment and pressed play.

A video screen came before her, and the footage began to roll. It wasn’t anything spectacular. In fact, it was just a slowly purple spiral. It must have bene some kind of prank. Savreet smiled, she could use Priscilla’s little stunt to remove her from the program for harassment. The current definition of harassment was really that broad.

However, she then noticed—or more appropriately heard—something much more remarkable: a high-pitched whirring sound. She was about to close the window and be done with this, but the spiral began to move faster and she hesitated.

Despite the sound’s pitch, the spiral was actually quite soothing. The way it spun in and out was relaxing. Soon Savreet paid no attention to the sound. She only looked at the spiral and how it went in and out clockwise and counterclockwise. It was so smooth and absorbing, taking in all her attention. All her thoughts. She wanted nothing more than stare and the spiral and watch it work its magic…

Sometime later—it could have been minutes or hours for all Savreet knew—the spiral stopped and the attachment disappeared of its own accord. Savreet was startled. It was as if she had woken from a trance. She shut off the computer and headed for home—thinking how wonderful the spiral was.

3.

Over the next workweek, Savreet put her thoughts into actions. Whenever she was not working, she always made sure to open Priscilla’s attachment and gaze into the spiral, even if it was only for a short time.

She also began to warm up to Priscilla. The sender of such a wonderful spiral could be all bad could she? She gave Priscilla more importance tasks which she carried out with efficiency and skill. Of course, she did not tell her about her growing obsession with her spiral. Nor did she tell anyone else at the centre. She didn’t even tell her husband or children about it. All she said was that she had to work late. This “work” being her staring at the spiral and listening to its whirring sound—at least when the later even ed with her.

It was now late afternoon on a Friday and Savreet had generously allowed the staff to go home an hour early. It gave her more time to look at the spiral.

She was about to open the video again, when she saw another email from Priscilla. It also had a video attachment. “Spiral 2.0” the subject line read.

Savreet couldn’t click on the attachment fast enough. When she did a video came on the screen and, sure enough, a spiral appeared. This time, however it was a red spiral, and it spun much faster. There was also a much louder whirring sound. Of course, Savreet didn’t care: all she wanted to do was get lost in the spiral.

After about half an hour of this, she was completely entranced. Her body was functional, but her mind was fogged. Despite the fog mind however, she could make out the words that had been flashing across the screen. Obey Priscilla, trust Priscilla, worship Priscilla. Love Priscilla, kiss Priscilla, come to Priscilla. Sometime later—Savreet did not know if it was minutes or hours—another three words flashed across the screen. Call this number. The number was listed below the command. Savreet took out her cellphone and did so.

“Hello?” Priscilla glass greeted from the other line.

“Obey Priscilla,” Savreet droned robotically.

“Ah, Savreet,” Priscilla replied triumphantly. “It looks like my second spiral finished the work of my first.” \

“Trust Priscilla,” Savreet said

“Indeed,” Priscilla quipped. “Because you trust me so much you will worship me like a goddess and obey my every command. Isn’t that right?”

“Worship Priscilla,” she said. “Obey Priscilla.”

“Alright Savreet,” Savreet began. “Listen carefully…”

4.

Priscilla Glass smiled when she heard the knock on her door. She looked through the keyhole. “Who’s there?” She asked rhetorically.

“Savreet,” she replied softly. “Come to Priscilla.”

“Music to my ears,” she said as she opened the door. “Come on in Savreet.”

“Obey Priscilla,” came the programmed response as the entranced East Indian entered. Priscilla shut the door and examined Savreet. She was wearing one of her signature black blazers with a navy-blue floral dress and black stilettos. For some reason, Savreet’s professional attire only turned Priscilla on more.

Priscilla was dressed more casually. She wore a white long-sleeved shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. She also wore a pair of white sneakers. Here sharp blue eyes contrasted with her minimal blonde hair. She ushered Savreet into the living room.

As you may have guessed, her lackadaisical dress belied her brilliant mind. She had been good with computers ever since she was a toddler and had been tinkering with frequencies that, when employed in just the right way, could control the viewer or hearer’s mind. She hadn’t tested it on anyone officially yet. However, due to Savreet’s condescending attitude and churlishness towards her disability, she felt the woman deserved to be Priscilla’s first subject.

Her first spiral removed Savreet’s inhibitions, caused her to warm up to her, and lowered her defenses for Priscilla’s second spiral. Priscilla’s second spiral was supposed to completely brainwash Savreet. Now it was time to see if it worked.

“Savreet,” Priscilla commanded. “When I snap my fingers, you will disrobe. When you are completely naked you will be incredibly horny and want nothing more than to make ionate love to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Savreet said as Priscilla snapped her fingers. “Love Priscilla.”

Savreet began disrobing immediately. She removed her blazer and threw it on the ground. She then the crouched down, undid and kicked off her stilettos. She dropped her pants to the floor and pulled her blouse over her head revealing a black bra and panties. Those were soon removed too, Savreet’s clothing making a neat pile on the floor.

Savreet’s breasts were amazing, looking like two chocolate cupcakes, Her long smooth legs and hairy pussy were on full display.

Priscilla was naked herself now too. As unnecessarily rude as Savreet was, she was right that Priscilla’s breasts were so small they looked like mosquito bites. She had a sunken bell a limp on her leg and a nice, clean clit.

Priscilla motioned to herself. Even Savreet’s fogged mind knew what that meant. Priscilla lied down on the floor and Savreet followed suit. Priscilla rolled into Savreet’s arms and kissed her. Savreet kissed her back hard, mumbling “kiss Priscilla all the while.

Priscilla then went from kissing Savreet’s lips to kissing her breasts indulging herself on those luscious “cupcakes.” She also took the time to forcefully smack and squeeze, Savreet’s ass. Savreet wince but all she should think was “obey Priscilla.”

A little later, Priscilla ending the kissing and took out two of her fingers. She then shoved them into Savreet’s vagina. The fingering had begun. She moved them in and out, side to side, up and down increasing her and Savreet’s arousal all the while. ”Trust Priscilla,” she said winded. After a few more thrusts. Savreet climaxed, spilling her juices all over Priscilla’s hands.

Now it was time for Savreet to perform the ultimate act of submission.

“Eat me out, Savreet,” she ordered.

“Yes,” Savreet affirmed. “Love Priscilla. She then took her head and stuck it between Priscilla’s legs, causing them to look like a protractor stretched to its limit. Savreet began licking her colleague’s pussy immediately and furiously. Priscilla began to moan in pleasure as Savreet tickled her lips and the sides of her legs with her tongue. Priscilla couldn’t help but tussle Savreet’s hair. The IT wiz’s arousal kept rising and rising until she finally couldn’t take it any more and exploded in ecstasy. Her little white juices fell copiously on Savreet’s big dark face. It was the first of many orgasms.

5.

A while later, both Priscilla had cleaned themselves up, redressed and tidied the living room area. There was little indication that they had spent most of the evening making love. She then turned to her brainwashed boss to provide the final instructions.

“Savreet,” Priscilla commanded. “I will now slap your ass. When I do you will walk out the door, back to your car. You will drive home safely. Once you reach home, you will awaken from your trance. You will not anything about our love making. You will now be convinced that I am the most talented subordinate at the centre. Moreover, you will think I am so talented you will give me a permanent paid position. You will never mock my disability or treat me rudely or meanly ever again. Moreover, whenever you hear me say the words ‘spiral programming.’ You will instantly go back into this trance and do whatever I command you to do. that but nothing else.

“Obey Priscilla,” she said as she nodded in agreement. Then Priscilla gave her a final smack on the ass and Savreet began walking out of Priscilla’s house Priscilla smiled. Savreet should have never underestimated her as an intern. Thanks to her IT talent, while Savreet was her official superior, Priscilla would be the real boss from now on.