The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Connie.”

She had been somewhere within herself, submerged to the deepest depths, and yet the instant she heard that wonderful voice Connie found herself rushing upwards. Seeking to that voice. To serve it. To love it. The voice of her Mistress.

“Wake up, slave.”

Connie opened her eyes. It felt like being reborn. She recognized the room and the naked women around her, only by some magical miracle everything had taken on new context.

It wasn’t Katie standing over her; it was her Mistress.

And behind her wasn’t Coop and the others; they were Katie’s slaves.

Even Connie was no longer herself; she was Katie’s slave too.

The only one in the room unchanged by her new shift in perception was Jane, who stood on the other side of the room in a blank trance. Connie wondered if they’d changed her, if they’d brainwashed her too, but that wasn’t her concern. Her only purpose was her Mistress, so Connie turned her full attention to Katie and smiled wide.

“How can I serve you, Mistress?” The words were a delight to speak. Pleasure rippled through her, sweeter than she’d ever known. It was like she’d never truly spoken until now. As if she’d been missing her real purpose and had finally found it. She was an obedient slave, bound to serve her Mistress.

“Wow,” Katie said with awe. “It really worked. You’re my slave.”

“Of course I am,” Connie assured her. “I only exist to serve and please you, Mistress. I only wish to obey your every command. Now how can I serve you, Mistress?”

Connie waited eagerly for her first command, but Katie only continued to stare at her with a delighted but shocked grin. The seconds stretched on, and Connie’s excitement only increased with the anticipation. Just as she was feeling desperate for a command, a chance to actually serve as a slave, Coop came to her rescue.

“Um, Mistress? Maybe you should give Connie a command now.”

Katie snapped out of her stupor, blushing hard. “Oh! Right. Sorry.”

The other slaves all tittered with amusement at their Mistress’ embarrassment. “It’s okay, Mistress.”

“Connie just looks so eager.”

“She looks like she’s about to explode.”

It was true. Connie’s whole body was vibrating with the need to obey. It was her purpose. Her reason for existence was to obey Katie. She needed to obey Katie.

Katie cleared her throat. “Kneel for me, slave.”

Connie fell to her knees. Pure pleasure exploded within her. This was her purpose now. It was bliss.

“Now Connie…”

The slave leaned closer, eager for the depraved commands her Mistress would demand from her.

Only for the blushing Katie to look away and stammer, “Will you… be my girlfriend?”

Connie blinked in confusion, unable to process the strange words. “But I’m your slave, Mistress.”

“I know, but I love you. And I was hoping that you, um, wanted to be my girlfriend.”

She shook her head. “I love you with all my heart, Mistress. I was made to fulfill your every desire. What I mean is you don’t have to ask me. Simply command it.”

“But that wouldn’t be right to—”

Aubrey suddenly spun Katie around, giving her a stern look. “Mistress, are you kidding me?”

“What?”

“You brainwashed me into being your adoring slave. You brainwashed all of us.” The other slaves nodded, though none more eagerly than Connie. “All so that you could date Connie. And you’re going to wuss out now?”

Katie must have been blushing hard, because the others laughed.

“It’s easy, Mistress,” Sonia told her.

“Just order her to date you,” Heidi agreed.

Coop was smirking at Connie. “She’d love to be your slave girlfriend. Just check out how soaked she is.”

Now Katie did turn to look. There was no official command, but if Katie wanted to see how wet she was then that was all the permission Connie needed. She leaned back and spread her legs wide, showing off how desperately horny she was.

Without missing a beat, Coop went over and crouched besides Connie, reaching down and sliding her fingers over Connie’s slick pussy lips. “Just look at her, Mistress. She’s all ready for you. All brainwashed and desperate to serve.”

Connie moaned her agreement, trembling as Coop’s fingers teased around her clit. Then Coop kissed at her neck, making her squeak with pleasure.

“Are you all brainwashed for our Mistress?” she asked, wearing a teasing grin.

“Yes,” Connie whimpered. “I’m all brainwashed. I swear.” Her hips kept shaking, trying to buck up to grind her clit against Coop’s fingers, but Coop yanked her hand away to deny her. Connie whined, but understood they were making a show of her desperation before their Mistress.

Coop lifted up her hand and put her wet finger tips before Connie’s mouth, who sucked on them greedily. “It was so hot betraying you, Connie. I knew you’d love being a slave too, but holding you down so that Mistress could claim you was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

With Coop’s fingers in her mouth she could only moan in reply, but there was no doubt in her brainwashed mind that she was grateful to Coop and the others. She looked out at the other slaves, silently thanking them for delivering her before their Mistress like this.

Aubrey picked up on the hunger in her eyes and quickly ran over to in. When Coop popped her fingers out of Connie’s mouth Aubrey was right there to kiss her deeply. She ran her fingers over Connie’s stomach, down into her trimmed pubic hair but stopping just short of her cunt.

When Aubrey broke the kiss she grinned. “I was so shocked when I found out Katie wanted to make us all slaves. But its so good being a slave. All I want is to serve her.”

“Me too,” Connie promised, groaning from the waves of bliss washing over her as Coop and Aubrey teased her.

Above her stood Katie, watching her slaves playing with something close to awe and total satisfaction. Seeing their Mistress’ expression, Heidi and Sonia slid down to them in toying with Connie.

“We serve Mistress too.”

“Yeah, don’t forget .”

Panting and sweating, Connie could only grin at the two naked slaves. “We’re really all brainwashed,” she said with wonder. It was her exact fantasy from before, only she’d been fearful of it back then. Now it was only a wonderful reality. Connie reached out to grab Heidi, pulling her in for a kiss. They made out sloppily, almost like they were drunk, all because Connie tried to angle their heads for Mistress to watch. It was all for her enjoyment.

As soon as Heidi pulled away Sonia was there to make out with her next. Then someone yanked Sonia away, and Coop was kissing her again. Then Aubrey was kissing her neck, or maybe it was Heidi, and Coop’s hands were doing something, and someone was sucking on her tits while someone teased her clit, and Connie made out with someone, before someone else cut in to kiss her.

It was all a blur of pleasure. Connie was a slave, and they were all slaves too. Just slaves pleasuring each other, losing themselves in the joy of pleasing their Mistress.

“So good to be a slave,” Connie moaned, unaware she was speaking out loud until four voices replied happily.

“So good to be a slave,” they all agreed.

Then just as suddenly as it began, the hands and mouths pulled away. Connie knelt there panting for breath, soaking wet and riding the edge of a perfect orgasm. She glanced up at Coop and the others, all grinning satisfied down at her. Then they backed up, the four of them falling into a line as Katie stepped forward.

Her Mistress.

Coop savored one last smirk at Connie and said, “Tell Mistress what you are, slave.”

Connie shivered and sat up straighter, her whole body ablaze with need. “I’m your slave, Mistress. I’m all yours.”

The words made Katie grin, only filling Connie with even greater heights of pleasure. It spurred her on to keep begging.

“Please Mistress. I want it so badly. Just command me. Control me. Make me anything you want.”

Katie shivered hard. At some point her eyes had glazed over, and she quietly whispered the word, “Anything…”

Coop and the other slaves exchanged a concerned look. “Um, Mistress?”

Katie shook her head, suddenly smiling. “Sorry, drifted off there. Now where was I?” She stared confidently down at Connie, all trace of embarrassment or hesitation gone. “Look how badly you want me. I should make you anything I want.”

“Yes Mistress!” pleaded Connie, shaking hard as she waited to be remade.

“You are now my slave girlfriend. You will love me and serve me.”

The words washed over Connie, changing her. It didn’t feel altogether a monumental change, not like waking up to find herself enslaved to another’s will. But when Connie looked again at Katie, she knew that this was her Mistress and her girlfriend. That they were dating, and she would love and serve her.

For just a moment Katie bit her lip, deflating slightly with uncertainty. “So are we dating?” she asked, too timid for a mistress.

“Of course we’re dating,” Connie told her, almost defensively. Her Mistress should have more confidence than that. She deserved to feel all powerful. Only the best for her girlfriend and Mistress. So Connie offered encouragement, stating, “You own me, Mistress. You should know I’m yours beyond a shadow of a doubt. That I would do anything you wished, give you anything you wished. And you can enjoy seeing how pathetic and weak I am compared to you.”

“Yes,” Katie whispered, nodding slowly with a blank expression as she listened. “I should enjoy… seeing you pathetic… weak…”

Aubrey shook Katie, snapping her out of the trance. As soon as her eyes cleared Katie glared angrily at the muscular slave. “What are you doing, slave?”

Aubrey recoiled, dropping to her knees. “I was just…”

“She was helping you, Mistress,” Coop cut in, coming to her defense. “It looked like Connie was putting you into a trance.”

Katie scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m the one with all the power here. Just look how pathetic my slave is. Connie, kiss my feet.”

Connie gasped, an ecstatic glee coming over her as she scrambled across the floor to her Mistress. “Yes Mistress! Anything for you!” Katie raised a foot, laughing as Connie began to kiss it desperately.

“You look so good like that, Connie. Pathetic and weak.”

Connie shuddered, her hips shaking as she nearly came. “Yes Mistress! I’ll do anything to prove my love to you. I’m yours!”

Katie turned to see how her other slaves were enjoying the show, but saw all four of them huddled together with concern on their faces.

“What?”

The slaves flinched, but stood resolutely together for the sake of their Mistress. Coop stepped forward and said, “I think you need to be careful with Connie.”

“You want me to be worried about this pathetic slave?” Katie pressed her foot against Connie’s face, who melted to the floor in total surrender. “Look at her. She couldn’t resist if she wanted.”

“It’s not about Connie breaking out of your control. I think- We think that Connie can still command you.”

“That’s absurd,” Katie replied with a firm shake of her head. “She’s nothing but my plaything now. I can make her do anything I wished. She’s pathetic and weak compared to me.”

“But that’s exactly what Connie told you!” Coop yelled, shaking and clearly having trouble controlling her emotions. “You were nervous about owning Connie as a slave, but when she said those exact words to you, suddenly you had no trouble dominating her.”

Katie narrowed her eyes at her slaves. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re still conditioned to love Connie. She could command you before, and you’re still primed to obey her words even if she’s your slave.”

For the first time doubt showed on Katie’s face. She cast a suspicious glance down on Connie, who was still worshipping the foot of her Mistress. Connie caught the emotion and was stricken. The last thing she wanted was to cause her Mistress and girlfriend any worries.

So she pried her tongue away from Katie’s foot and smiled meekly. “Don’t worry, Mistress. I would never try to control you. I know my place as your slave and plaything. Slaves should only obey the words of their Mistress instead of thinking for themselves.”

And suddenly the worry cleared from Katie’s expression. She smiled vapidly, eyes staring off into the distance. “That’s right…”

“Shit!” Coop yelled, running up to shake her Mistress. But before she could lay a hand on her Katie caught her wrist, wide awake once again.

“What are you doing, slave?”

“Connie changed you again! You have to stop her before she—”

“Silence.”

Coop’s mouth clamped shut. Even Aubrey, Heidi and Sonia found themselves unable to speak with the command, only able to watch helplessly as Katie grabbed Coop by the hair and pulled her in close.

“Slaves should only obey the words of their Mistress,” she told Coop, confident the words were her own belief. “You shouldn’t try to think for yourself.”

Coop mouthed words at her, but Connie couldn’t make out what they were. Suddenly Katie snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor. Automatically Coop dropped to the ground beside Connie. Two slaves kneeling below their Mistress. Connie smiled at Coop, with nothing but pure gratitude. After all, Coop had been the one to help break her and show her such joy.

“I am your Mistress,” Katie informed them all. “I own you. You belong to me. Your only purpose is serving me. You are pathetic and weak. I am in control here. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress!” Connie replied instantly.

The other slaves took a moment longer to all reply, “Yes, Mistress.” Their voices sounded forelorn, almost resigned. Connie could hardly believe it. They were owned by Katie. They should have been as overjoyed as she felt. They had all been so wonderful to hold her down so she could be brainwashed earlier. If only she could return the favor and make them happy.

Suddenly Connie got an idea and raised her hand, like a student in class wanting the teacher to pick them. Katie chuckled. “What is it, slave?”

“Can you make the others worship your body like you ordered me?”

Connie thought they would be happy, but she saw the other slaves look at her suspiciously.

“Why?”

“Because worshipping your foot makes me feel so fulfilled, Mistress. Like the only reason I exist as a slave is to worship you and please you. All your slaves should worship you with total devotion, to make you feel like the queen that you are!”

Katie’s eyes clouded over, absorbing the suggestion. “Yes… they should worship.”

Connie was overjoyed that her Mistress liked her suggestion, but for some reason Coop punched her in the arm. Before she could ask what her problem was, Katie snapped her fingers.

“All of you shall worship me. Show me your place below me. Worship me like the queen I am.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Coop said begrudgingly, her head bowed low to kiss at Katie’s other foot. Aubrey and the others ed in too, stroking and kissing at Katie’s body. Katie shuddered at their touch, no doubt reveling in the joy of being adored and pampered by such devoted slaves. Suddenly Katie’s hand shot out and grabbed Connie by the hair.

“Now this is how a Mistress should feel,” she growled, as she opened her legs and pulled Connie in close. Connie gasped in awe at the sight of her pussy. She’d never seen anything so beautiful in her life.

“T-thank you Mistress!” Connie dove in, lovingly licking at the most delicious pussy she’d ever known.

Katie moaned, melting in the attention of her slaves. “Good slaves. This is your purpose. Worship me.”

Connie gasped for air, smiling wide. “If only you had more slaves, Mistress.”

Katie’s eyes snapped open. “What did you say?”

“I just meant that with more slaves you’d feel even more powerful. And you deserve to own more slaves. You deserve as many slaves as you desire, Mistress!”

Coop, Aubrey, Heidi and Sonia all exchanged nervous glances, their muted mouths forced to keep kissing and licking at Katie’s body. Sure enough their Mistress’ eyes had gone glassy, the trance taking over at Connie’s words.

“Yes,” she sighed. “More slaves. More powerful. I deserve it.”

When Katie shook out of the trance, she surveyed the five slaves worshipping her body. But there was a hunger in her eyes now. A dissatisfaction that needed to be sated. Which is when Katie finally ed Jane, still standing in a trance across the room. She’d forgotten all about her, like how you’d forget a lamp that was always in the corner.

Katie smirked. “Connie. Stand up, slave.”

Connie jumped to her feet.

“Go make Jane into my slave. Prove yourself by giving her to me.”

All Connie wanted to do was obey, and yet she stood there trembling. “M-mistress, I can’t.”

Katie glared furiously. “You’re disobeying me, slave?”

“Never, Mistress! I just mean that Jane will resist me. She doesn’t want to be a slave.”

At that Katie smirked. “But I want her to be my slave. What’s more important to you, Connie?”

As if that was a difficult question. “You are, Mistress. I’ll do anything you command.”

“Then make Jane into my slave. Give her to me.”

This time Connie nodded, her resolve firm. It didn’t matter if she thought a task to be impossible. If Mistress commanded it, Connie would obey, no matter how futile. “Anything for you, Mistress.” Connie scrambled to her feet and ran over to Jane, who stood immobile in the trance. “Can you hear me, Jane?”

“Yes, Connie.”

“You will obey me now, won’t you?”

Jane nodded. “Yes, Connie. Katie and the others told me that I could obey you again.”

It struck Connie as odd that they would spend so long fucking with her mind, turning her into Katie’s loving slave, but leave Jane alone. Then the reason why hit her. Because it wasn’t about making Jane into a slave. It was about making Connie be the one to do it. To betray her friend, and deliver her to her Mistress.

Connie began to rub herself, overwhelmed with her love for her devious Mistress. “Oh god, this is so hot.”

“What’s that, slave?”

Connie turned, surprised to see that Katie was sitting on Aubrey’s back, using her like a chair. Heidi and Sonia were massaging her tits and kissing at her neck, while Coop had taken Connie’s former place by licking at Katie’s feet. Connie felt so jealous of them all to be able to touch her girlfriend/Mistress. Only why did they look almost upset about it?

Despite being degraded by Mistress, Aubrey wore a tight lipped frown. Even Coop was giving furtive glances towards Connie. It was like she wanted to warn her, or ask for help, but was too busy worshipping Mistress’ feet to get a word out.

All of them had gleefully held her down and betrayed her to Mistress. Not that Connie minded that anymore; it was the greatest thing to ever happen to her. But why would they all be so happy to serve Mistress then, but seem upset now?

Connie was so preoccupied with the unhappy slaves that she accidentally ignored her mistress. When Katie cleared her throat, Connie flinched. “Ah! I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“It didn’t sound like you were making me a new slave.”

“I’m so sorry. I was just overcome with how hot it was that you were making me enslave Jane. Giving her up to you as a helpless slave is so incredibly hot. I love it.”

Katie began to grin. “You do?”

“So much! I want you to make me betray other people too. To give you more slaves to worship your body. I almost shouldn’t be allowed to worship you at all until I’ve proven myself.”

Connie was babbling, lost in the fantasy her enslaved mind was concocting, so she didn’t even notice the absent gaze that had come over Katie as she listened.

“I need to be controlled by you, Mistress. I need to feel your control completely, and know there’s no resistance left. That I’ll turn anyone in my life into your loyal slave as a show of my love for you.”

“Yes,” Katie whispered with a blank tone. “More slaves… make you prove your love…”

“That’s right!” Connie agreed with the words wholeheartedly, not noticing anything strange about Katie. “I’ll give you slaves, Mistress. Make everyone love you. You deserve to have everyone under your thumb, dedicated only to obeying you like I am. I’m nothing, and you’re everything. You’re my Mistress and all should love you!”

Katie’s eyes were fluttering. A groan escaped her as her mouth hung open. The other slaves beneath her stared up in horror, but were compelled to continuing kissing and worshipping their Mistress.

Connie waited for a command or a cruel remark from her Mistress. When her enthusiasm finally cleared enough she saw the hypnotized expression of pleasure on Katie’s face.

“Mistress? Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she groaned. “I am… everything. All should… love me.”

Even the zealous slave realized something was wrong with Katie. “Wake up, Mistress!”

Katie snapped awake instantly, nearly falling off of Aubrey. “Huh? Oh, I must have zoned out.”

“Mistress, are you okay?”

“Of course I am,” Katie replied, her mouth stretching into a dagger-sharp grin. “The real question is why isn’t Jane my slave yet?”

“I was just excited, Mistress. And then you looked like you were—”

Katie snapped her fingers. Connie instantly froze, concerns dying on her tongue.

“Give me a new slave,” Katie commanded.

The words rang in Connie’s head, firm and resolute. “Yes, Mistress.” Connie turned to face the still blank Jane. “You will listen to my words now and obey me. There will be no resistance, no desire to disobey. You will want to obey completely, Jane.”

Jane nodded. “Yes, Connie.”

Connie knew how stubborn Jane could be, in and out of trance. She had been able to convince Jane to do some amazing things, but she’d always rebuffed any attempt to fully control her. It was something Connie had respected, and promised herself that she wouldn’t force Jane to become a slave if she didn’t want it.

Only now her Mistress had given a command. Neither of them had any right to resist now.

So Connie took a deep breath, gathering her strength for a long battle of wills. She would break Jane. She would make her a slave, as devoted as she felt to Katie. “Jane, you are now a slave. You—”

Jane cut her off by nodding and saying, “Yes, Connie.”

Connie’s jaw dropped. “What?”

“Yes, Connie. I am now your slave.”

Well that was easier than she’d expected.

“You know what it means to be a slave, right Jane?”

“That I will obey you completely. That I want to serve you and be owned by you. That I give myself completely to you.”

“Oh perfect.” Connie grinned. Even an hour ago Connie would have been over the moon to hear Jane submit to being her slave. Obviously she was still happy to hear this, but past her would have enjoyed owning Jane for herself. Now, Jane was just a present to give to her Mistress. “Jane, I want you to focus on all the obedience and devotion you feel for me now.”

Jane smiled even in trance. “Yes, Connie. I feel it.”

“Now let all that obedience and devotion transfer to Katie instead.”

Something twitched on Jane’s face. “B-but Connie…”

“You’re my slave, Jane. You will do everything I command.”

Jane opened her mouth to argue, but then slowly hung her head. It was the truth. Jane had submitted to obeying Connie’s every command. Even one that would make her Katie’s slave instead.

“Yes, Connie.”

She grabbed Jane by the shoulders and turned her to face Katie. “Look at Katie. Stare at her and see how powerful she is. How your obedience belongs to her now.”

The hypnotic trance would seal Jane’s devotion, but Connie wagered that the vision of Katie sitting atop Aubrey, with the others worshipping her body was all the proof Jane would need of Katie’s power. The woman looked truly dominant. Hungry and powerful, a queen eager to claim more subjects.

Jane shivered and let out a whimper. “Yes. I see it. Katie is… powerful. My obedience… belongs to her now.”

“You belong to her now,” Connie added.

“Yes,” Jane said, nodding absently. “I belong to her now.”

“Katie is your Mistress now.”

“Katie is my Mistress now.”

“You are her slave. You exist to worship her.”

“I am her slave. I exist to worship her.”

“Go worship your Mistress,” Connie commanded, so horny she felt like she would explode.

Only Jane didn’t move. Connie so desperately needed to betray her friend, to serve her up to Katie, and she thought she’d done it so well. But Jane stood still, making no move at all.

“Slave, go worship your Mistress,” Connie said again. Still Jane remained fixed in place. Why was she resisting now?

But then Connie saw the drool running down her chin. How Jane’s eyes were staring devotedly towards Katie. If this were a cartoon Jane would probably have glowing pink hearts in her eyes from how absolutely smitten she looked.

Connie smiled. “Jane, how much obedience do you feel towards me?”

“None,” Jane replied simply, staring at Katie and drooling.

“Who does all your obedience belong to?”

“My Mistress,” she sighed, hips shaking.

Connie nodded before turning to Katie. “She’s all yours, Mistress. You have to command her now.”

“Good slave.”

Both Connie and Jane shuddered in ecstasy. Katie laughed.

“Jane, come worship your Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she replied in delight, walking forward while still in trance. Jane got close to Mistress, who opened her legs wide in invitation. Then Katie pointed at her wet cunt and declared, “Make me cum, slave.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Jane fell between the legs of her Mistress and got to work worshipping her properly.

Connie groaned jealously, wishing so badly that she could have been the one to worship Mistress’ pussy. It felt like she hardly got any time at all going down on her. But then Katie smiled at Connie.

“Excellent work, slave. I loved watching you betray your friend for me.”

“Anything for you, Mistress!” Connie shivered, wondering how her Mistress would use her next in reward. But then Katie snapped her fingers imperiously.

“Get me another slave.”

Connie blinked in surprise. But it was obvious, really. She’d all but bragged that she would betray everyone she could to Mistress. Clearly her Mistress had taken it to heart.

“Yes, Mistress. I’ll make you another slave.”

“Betray someone close to you, like you did with Jane.”

Connie’s heart leapt. Even with the brainwashing, a tingle of fear ran through her. But the fear quickly burned to arousal, and Connie moaned. “Yes, Mistress. I’ll betray someone close to me, like Jane. I’ll make you all the slaves you deserve. All should worship you, Mistress.”

Katie’s eyes lost focus. Her head fell back and a moan escaped her as Jane ate her out, and the other slaves kissed at her body. “All should… worship me…” she groaned to herself, as if lost in thought.

All Connie wanted to do was watch her beautiful Mistress cum, but she had her orders. Another betrayal. Another slave. And Connie knew just who to get. So as the slaves worshipped Katie, Connie made her way upstairs.

The orgasm tasted bitter and sweet as dark chocolate. Katie reveled in the flavor of it, rising back to consciousness again. It was strange for her to keep losing track of herself. But then she’d never been worshipped like a queen by five devoted slaves before. With so much pleasure no wonder she was having trouble focusing.

“Good slaves,” Katie told them, watching them all tremble with delight at her words. She felt like a queen. No, she was a queen. “Tell me that I am your queen.”

The slaves stopped kissing at her nude body. “You are our queen,” they all said, voices slightly out of sync.

“Again. Speak together this time.”

“You are our queen,” they all said slowly, words matching together. Katie shuddered happily.

But there was one voice missing.

Katie glanced around in alarm. “Where’s Connie?”

“You ordered her to get you another slave,” Coop quickly answered.

Yes, she had. Katie nodded, ing how badly she wanted more slaves beneath her. It sounded so wonderful.

Suddenly Coop clung tighter to her leg, drawing her attention. “You have to stop, Mistress.”

Katie’s face darkened. One of her slaves had the audacity to command her?

“You’re changing,” Coop said, before Mistress had a chance to yell. “It’s Connie. She’s making you want more slaves. Before all you wanted was Connie.”

Katie frowned. That was true. Earlier Katie ed so clearly only doing all of this for Connie. She hadn’t cared about the other women being her slaves; they were only tools to help her secure Connie.

But now Katie wanted more slaves. She got off on owning these women, knowing how much power she had over them. And the more slaves she owned, the more powerful she would feel.

“I guess my tastes have changed,” Katie mused, stroking Coop’s cheek. She recalled how devoted Coop had been. She’d given her the most thorough brainwashing in trance. So eager to see Connie and the others be her slaves too. “You were happy to help me enslave the others. Why do you care about me enslaving more women now?”

“Because its Connie in your head. Every time she says something you go into trance and believe it. She’s the one making you want to be a queen. She’s the one making you want more slaves.”

This was all new to her. Katie had never wanted such things before.

But then she ed the power she had over Connie. That Connie was weak, and that she was in complete control.

Katie smiled, satisfied. “You’re being ridiculous, Coop. I want what I want, and that’s final.”

“But Mistress—”

Katie silenced her with a look.

“What is your purpose, slave?”

“To- to serve you.”

“To make my every desire come true. Say it.”

Coop gulped. “My purpose is to make your every desire come true.”

“Then it doesn’t matter if my desires change, does it? You are my slave, and you’ll obey me no matter what.”

At that Coop’s eyes began to glaze over. A new truth taking hold. “Yes…”

“You will make my every desire come true, slave.” Katie said it loud, for all her slaves to hear. “You will serve me in fulfilling my every ambition.”

Aubrey shuddered beneath her, serving as her throne.

Jane moaned, face still pressed to her Katie’s cunt.

Heidi and Sonia swayed on either side of her, kissing at her arms.

And Coop knelt at Katie’s feet, eyes lost to trance.

“State your purpose, slaves.”

“We will make your every desire come true, Mistress,” they all confirmed, one after another.

“Now wake up.”

All the slaves shook awake, before smiling devotedly up at their Mistress. Their Queen.

“Any more doubts about your Mistress, slave?”

“Nope,” Coop said with a smile, looking totally at peace. “I still think Connie can affect you with her suggestions, but that’s not a problem anymore. Because whatever you want you’re still my Mistress, and I’ll be happy to make it happen!”

“Good slave.” She still found it ridiculous to think that Connie, a lowly slave, could manipulate her. But then that was the difference between herself and a slave. Katie was all powerful. She was a queen to be worshipped. She sat confidently with her desires, and soon she would have more slaves to rule over.

“Worship your queen,” she commanded, reveling once more in the attention of her brainwashed harem. Katie grinned, wondering who Connie would bring to her as a slave next.