The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Mr. Mackie, owner and manager of the Glenn Wood housing development, ran Glenn Wood Realty like a military unit with tough policies, high standards, and an iron grip. His efforts paid off in every manicured lawn and the exclusive price point. His macho bravado, ruthless tactics, and extensive network of high-end clientele impressed Stacy Hazelwood. She actively sought employment for Peggy, thinking Mr. Mackie would be an excellent springboard for her daughter into the world of high finance.

Peggy’s wide brimmed straw hat became the go to fashion accessory, hiding the embarrassing penis on her head, as she dressed for work at the development’s real estate office. She recalled the lengthy dress for success, portion of her indoctrination. The hat paired nicely with her navy skirt and navy stockings. Yes. Stockings were required; anything less would have been unacceptable. Her glasses and white linen top with a navy silk tie completed the ensemble, giving Peg the smart school girl look for work.

As per usual, Stacy gave Peggy a ride to work in her electric sports car. The silent racing shape glided along the private road through the early morning air around the pristine lake fed by the Colorado Rockies. Their destination was the combination community building and real estate office known as the lodge. The extremely wealthy women arrived as the migrant workers swept the sidewalks, but the American nobility class ignored their polite bows and raised hats.

“Welcome ladies. A timely arrival shows both interest and respect. The Cavanaughs couldn’t quite get their act together this morning. They’ll be mulling over time-management while in detention.”

Stacy and Peggy exchanged panicked looks that Mr. Mackie dismissed before staring at Peggy’s chest.

She undid two and then a third button in rapid order, opening her shirt to reveal her cleavage.

He looked at Stacy.

“What bra did she wear today?”

“The push-up shelf bra, sir.”

“Hmm, open or half cup?”

“Half cup, Mr. Mackie, sir,” said Peggy, pulling open her shirt to show off her cleavage.

“Did you shave?”

“Yes, sir, every day, sir,” she said.

Her hands flew from her shirt to her skirt, pulling it up to show her hairless pussy.

“Come here.”

Peggy walked beside Mr. Mackie, still holding up her navy skirt, allowing him to stroke the silky flesh of her warm vagina.

“Very nice, my dear. I understand you had an issue yesterday.”

“Um, um, uh, I, I.”

“Can you help her, mom?”

Stacy hopped to her feet, removing the straw hat and displaying the cock on Peggy’s head.

“Oh my, that is embarrassing. Isn’t it, Peggy? Does your brother know?”

Peggy nodded her head as her red face turned to tears.

“No, no. We’ll have none of that. You’re a hideous freak and you’ll just have to learn to live with your shame the same as everyone else.”

“Yes, sir, (sniff.)”

“Hickory dickory (click, click,)” said Mr. Mackie, while making the click sound with a duck call. Both women slumped into a deep trance.

“We’re going to have some fun today, girls,” said Mr. Mackie, untying the strap-on dick from Peggy’s head.

“Peggy, my dear, you’re back at the magic act. Yesterday the mad magician made a cock appear on the crown of your head. Today you’ve come back to the mad magician to demand he remove it. Isn’t that so?”

“Peggy nodded her head firmly.”

“Very well, says the mad magician, and he says the magic words, Ala Presto Change-O. The cock disappeared from the top of your head. Yay! Uh Oh! That rotten, mad magician is a sneaky son of a bitch, and he turns your tongue into a big, long dick. You can’t feel any strings or belts holding this dick on to your face. It must be real. Now, you have no mouth. You are so worried. Will you piss from out of your face now? Where’s the balls? Maybe they’re in your throat, oops, better cum a lot, you don’t want blue balls. You might choke to death. And the world would see your dead body with a dick for a mouth. This dick is just like your real tongue. You can taste anything it touches, like a candy bar or peanut-butter. More importantly, since you no longer have a mouth, you can drink your meals through the piss hole like a big pink straw. The mean mad magician has struck again. You’re totally devastated, and while you want your mom, again, you’ll need Chip to get Stacy on your behalf.”

Turning to Stacy, who stood motionless, Mr. Mackey watched her take it all in. She’s been under his influence for months, and his persistence is now yielding results.

“Show us your pussy, Stacy.”

Without reservation, Stacy sat down, placing her legs on the arms of the chair, and held the high-waisted, flared tweed-skirt in the air. The golden fleece of her matronly vagina shone on display beneath a herringbone halo.

“Scoot down, dear, and dazzle us with your presence.”

Obediently, Stacy pushed her bottom beyond the edge of the seat with the pleats of the garment, drawing the eye to Stacy’s sex from every direction. Ever the showman, Mr. Mackey adjusted an overhead spotlight to give Stacy’s womanhood better illumination for the video he was recording.

“Good girl. Now, as before, you’re not mother and daughter. You are Stacy and Peggy. Do you understand?”

Stacy and Peggy slowly nodded, as if the gestured traveled from deep within the clockwork of their minds.

“Stacy, Peggy is your property. You created her, raised her, and paid for her. She belongs to you like a dog, cat, or goldfish. I don’t expect you to flush her down the toilet, but you will not be upset by what we do to her because we are training her. Like training a racehorse, we will push Peggy to her limits and see if she can give us more. Winning means more than ethics. Winning means survival. Anything less would mean losing. You have never been a loser. And you’re not about to let this sniveling little bitch disappoint you.”

“Peggy, understand Stacy could sell you off to a glue factory without shedding a single tear for a loser. That’s it. Show me that determination. Get on your hands and knees, now.”

Mr. Mackie pointed to the floor before her mother’s well bred ass.

“, you will taste your mother. You will feel the contours of her birth canal and feel her muscles flex around your dick.”

Upon Mr. Mackey’s direction, Peggy inserted the dick growing from her face into her mother’s wet pussy.

Exactly as he explained it, Peggy experienced the most intimate possible with another woman. She tasted Stacy’s womb, her heart pounding with excitement as she deeply probed the tender recesses of her mother’s delicate sex.

Mr. Mackey interrupted, demanding that Peggy move. She needed to make her mother cum, and cum now. Sadly, even with his best efforts, instructing Peggy, goading Peggy, and pushing Peggy onward, she failed to satisfy Stacy, meaning once again she returned home as a freak.

The distraught girl, too embarrassed to be seen in public with a dick growing out of her face, took the paper sack with eyeholes that Mr. Mackey offered.

The same workers the ladies ignored in the morning returned the favor, ignoring them in the afternoon. Except maybe to laugh under their breath, as the girl wearing a bag over her head went walking by with her mother.

“Where’s Peggy?” said Ron, entering the dining room with Chinese takeout.

“Hey can I get the fortune cookies?” asked Chip, buzzing around his father.

“Sure, here. Why don’t you take this?”

Ron gave the bags of food to his son and turned to his silent wife.

“Honey? Where’s Peggy?”

“Still in her room.”

“Didn’t she go to work today?”

“Oh Jesus Christ, Ron, stop grilling me about our daughter. This is your fault, and harping on me about the sad state of affairs won’t fix anything.”

“I’ll go talk to her.”

“Don’t you dare. Talking to her now will only make matters worse. Be a goddamned man, Ron, instead of a needy little bitch. Give her some space and when she’s ready, she’ll come to us. Until then, let’s show some trust and give her some space. Okay?”

Stacy didn’t exactly wait on an answer, choosing instead to open a fresh bottle of merlot to go with whatever chicken and noodle dish her husband brought from town.

A peculiar rhythm from the back doorbell announced Mr. Mackey’s arrival as the three sat down.

They abandoned the paper containers to greet their visitor in a group.

“Hello Hazelwood family. Hey Ron, how’s the fly-fishing?”

“I’m on my way out right now,” Ron said with a cheerful smile.

“Can I go dad?”

“Well, I don’t know. What do you think, Mr. Mackey?”

“It’s up to you, Ron. It’s a school night, and you’re probably going to be out pretty late.”

“Sorry, Chip, Mr. Mackey’s right. We’ll get them next time, okay?”

“Oh alright, lousy school. I’d rather be fishing.”

“That’s the wrong attitude, Chip. School’s important, and your dad works hard to put a roof over your head.”

“Thanks Mr. Mackey.”

“No problem Ron, have a great time,” said Mr. Mackey, putting his arm around Stacy’s waist as he waved goodbye to Mr. Hazelwood.

“What’s for dinner, honey?”

“Chinese?” said Stacy.

“And I’ve got all the fortune cookies!”

“Well done, and what’s your plan to do with them?”

“Oh, I’m thinking I can open the plastic package and change the fortunes into something really dirty. Then I’ll reseal the packages with no one the wiser.”

“Ha! You should do well in life, Chip, my boy. Where’s Peggy?”

“She’s in her room, sir.”

“I want her ass down here.”

“But she can’t eat, sir.”

“Nonsense, get her down here, now,” he said, holding Stacy in a demanding stare.

“Yes sir, right away, sir.”

Waiting until Stacy left, Mr. Mackey turned to Chip.

“Hickory, dickory, (click, click)” said Mr. Mackey.

“Chip, when you see your sister, she’s going to have a dick instead of a mouth. Say nothing. Pretend to ignore what an idiot she is and just play along. She’s going to need your help because someone’s got to get her off. Right? We’ve done this enough times. You will find everything you need in your bedroom after I leave. I’m sure you can figure out what to do, right?”

Chip nodded along, appearing eager to get going even while in a trance. Mr. Mackey woke him to watch Peggy enter the room, still wearing a bag.

“BAH! Hahahahawhaw, hee, ha, hee,” Chip roared in loud laughter, slapping the table and kicking his chair. “What the fuck! Sis?”

Mr. Mackey sighed in exasperation.

Peggy turned to run away, but Stacy stopped her, turning her toward the table and a seat beside Mr. Mackey.

“You didn’t change out of your work clothes.”

She held the paper bag with her hand as she tried to nod while the end of her penis poked out at the bottom.

“Here, suck on this soup. You can use your cock as a straw,” he said, pulling off the bag.

Like a scene from the Twilight Zone, the young woman sat in front of her family with a smelly pink cock instead of a mouth. Dipping it into the cup, she eagerly sucked up the warm broth.

“See. That’s not so bad. Right? Probably how elephants were invented,” said Mr. Mackey, giving Peggy a good natured elbow to the side.

“Can it get hard?” asked Chip, like the rest of his family; he truly believed his sister had a cock for a mouth.

“Chip, don’t be mean. Your sister can’t talk. She’s got a dick growing out of her face. Of course, it can get hard. Isn’t that right, Stacy?”

“M-o-o-o-o-m?”

Stacy turned away, embarrassed, with a blushing grin.

“Come on Stacy, tell them.”

“It’s bigger than your father’s,” she said, giggling into her hands.

“Oops, there it goes!” said Mr. Mackey, operating the small hand pump that caused the dildo to get hard.

“Oh, that gets me so hot,” said Stacy with the slightest slur, being halfway through her third bottle.

“Show me,” said Mr. Mackey.

Stacy staggered to her feet, dancing an impromptu strip routine to the music in her head, removing her top and bra.

“What do you think, Chip? Does Stacy look hot?” said Mr. Mackey, clapping his hands in approval.

“Shit, mom’s always hot and dad’s got no clue she’s a slut.”

“Chip, I won’t allow you to talk about Stacy like that. The proper word is whore. Whores are expensive. Sluts are cheap. Stacy has never been cheap a day in her slutty life,” said Mr. Mackey with a sarcastic grin.

“Well, Peggy’s hard, and Stacy’s half naked. It looks like my work here is done.”

“Don’t go,” said Stacy.

“Got to. I have the Cavanaughs tied up in the office. I take my job seriously, Stacy. Maybe you should take yours seriously, too.”

The implied criticism wounded the tipsy woman.

“I’m leaving Chip in charge. You two will obey him the same as me. Understand? I think it’s high time he gets in some executive decision-making experience. Better than a fishing trip, don’t you think?”

Chip enthusiastically nodded in happy agreement, leading the women away as Mr. Mackey let himself out.

Crack

Chip landed a blistering slap on Peggy’s ass.

“ when you used to hit on me? Well, payback is a bitch, and it draws interest.”

Entering Chip’s bedroom, the trio discovered his bed covered in huge presents. With a card that had two naked women, centerfolds really, making out on a beautiful beach at sunset. The inscription read, ‘for the man who has everything, Mr. Mackey!’

“Mr. Mackey’s the greatest!” yelled Chip, ripping open the presents in an adrenalin fueled rush.

He got a back brace, neck brace, an airplane splint, a head immobilizer, and an industrial wand vibrator.

“What the hell is all this shit?” said Stacy, half afraid of the answer.

“You’ll see!” said Chip, looking at Peggy.

“First, you put this on. Looks like this locks into this like so, and this attaches here… Um, wait a minute. I’ll be right back,” said Chip, abandoning his half assembled international orange medical in a fury of fast moving footsteps.

In his absence, an uncomfortable silence settled down on the women. Peggy, intoxicated on the heady vapors of Chip’s bedroom, wore the neck brace, looking somewhat like a dog with a plastic cone around its head. Stacy stood topless, an empty wineglass in hand, looking around for a bottle to fill it. Peggy’s eyes shot wide when Chip reappeared with a broom and wine bottle in hand.

“This is for after. If you’ve been a good girl,” said Chip, holding the bottle up high.

“Yes, sir.”

His hard dick twitched in his pants. Listening to his mom call him sir made him shiver with wicked intent.

“And this is for you, Peggy.”

She backed away, shaking her head and trembling with fear.

“Get on that now,” he said, referring to the vibrant orange back brace complete with airplane splint and head immobilizer.

Her quivering hands fumbled blindly as she kept her eyes fixed on the broom in Chip’s hand.

“Just get on the brace. I won’t hurt you. Here, I’ll put the broom on the bed where you can see it.”

That did nothing to reassure Peggy, knowing that Chip could pick it up and do whatever once he strapped her down. Silent tears of fear trickled down her cheeks as her brother tied her up, leaving only the hard penis sticking up from the rigid wrap, holding her head immobile. Her arms tied out to the sides in the splint, and lastly strapping the vibrator so that the ball stuck out above Peggy’s chin.

“Ta dah! I’ve turned Peggy into a sybian. Want to go for a ride, Stacy?”

“Don’t mind, if I do,” said Stacy, removing her skirt, panties and heels. The stockings always stayed on unless the man says otherwise.

As Stacy undressed, Chip held Peggy’s legs apart by strapping them to the broom handle.

“This mod’s for me,” said Chip, as if Peggy would dare refuse him. “OH! Wow! Stacy, you just went for it!”

“Well, we already started before coming home. So, I am really in a mood to pick up where we left off.”

“What speed do you want me to set the vibrator to?”

“Not too intense, it makes me numb. Just a little buzz to rub my nubbin against. Oh yeah, right there, that’s perfect.”

“God, Stacy, you’re soaking it!”

“Oh yeah? Watch me work it.”

Chip didn’t bother taking off his shoes or socks. Yanking his shorts and boxers off in one move before impaling Peggy to watch Stacy twerk against the round head of the industrial massager.

With his face rubbing against the Stacy’s pubic, Chip took deep breaths, relishing the heavenly nectar of a mature woman’s body.

“Come on, Chip, fuck this little slut. I want to feel her cum inside me. That’s it! Hammer that shit,” said Stacy, bouncing mercilessly up and down on Peggy’s face.

“I’m about to cum!”

“Hold it! Make this little bitch pay!”

Chip began audibly panting out loud with each heave. “Hau! Hau! Hau!”

“That’s it. Fuck her Chip. She’s going to cum. Pinch her nipples!”

Chip pinched Peggy’s nipples while thrusting the entirety of his manhood deep into her pussy, causing her to clinch hard and shudder before going limp.

“I did it! I did it!” Chip sang out in joy, only to be outdone by Stacy’s loud, low moan.

All three of the players collected their breath, unaware that Mr. Mackey recorded every precious moment.

“I need a shower,” said Chip, leaving a visible puddle of spooge as he pulled out of Peggy’s gaping hole. It’s been months since it’s snapped closed, like it used to.

“I’ll do it. You’re always good for two in a row, and I like a little meat with my red wine,” said Stacy, getting off of Peggy.

“You can let her out while I pour another drink.”

When Chip removed the vibrator, neck brace, and head restraint, he also removed the inflatable dildo from Peggy’s mouth.

She stood still, trembling from the intense experience, throwing her arms around her mother as they kissed ionately. Peggy pouring her soul into Stacy’s open mouth.

“I love you so much,” said Peggy, once they parted.

The remark got her a quick slap across the face.

“Don’t you dare say that again! Love is for losers, Peggy. Are you going to be feeding the homeless? Saving the destitute beggars jumping our boarders? Your mission in life is to win at all costs. Do you understand? Now go to your room!”

Chip watched his crying sister run from his room, slamming the door behind her.

“I’ll fix her,” he said, stroking his still hard cock covered in his cum and Peggy’s juices.

“I bet you will,” said Stacy, licking her lips as she crawled toward her son.