The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Yawn

I had just finished blow drying my hair, ending my long day at the office with a nice hot shower, using the warm water to soothe my body and wash the makeup from my face.

Now relaxing in my bed, I was feeling eager to finally doze off after a particularly stressful day.

My eyes flutter as I rest my head against the pillows, feeling myself sinking deeply into a nice relaxing sleep. With another soft yawn my eyes close once more, this time feeling impossible to reopen, and I happily resign myself to drift off into blissful black tranquility...

“Zzzzzzzz....”

...

RING-RING

Unfortunately my peaceful snoozing is soon rudely interrupted by that incessant doorbell. I let out a groan at being pulled away from my slumber, turning in bed and burying my face into my pillows.

RING-RING

I try and ignore it at first, keeping my eyes closed and just quietly hoping they’ll leave, so I can drift away back into my dreamy subconscious again. But whoever was at my door, they were persistent, and I knew my cat would go insane if I didn’t put a stop to it soon.

“This had better be someone telling me I’ve won the lottery...”

I groan as I toss the covers off myself, quickly fumbling with a discarded bra at the edge of my bed, pulling it over my chest with an annoyed sigh.

“Damn...Where are my panties?”

My eyes scan around my bedroom, looking for any sign of my bottoms. Maybe if the room wasn’t so dark, and I wasn’t so drowsy, I’d be able to find them quicker. But right now it was almost like staring into a black void.

If I focus my mind into the darkness of my bedroom, it’s a bit like having my eyes closed, and I can almost feel myself drifting back off to sleep...

RING-RING-RING-RING

“Ugh..”

I shrug my shoulders, giving up the search and wrapping myself up in a soft, white bathrobe. Letting out a soft yawn and sleepily rubbing my eyes, I begin to dazingly make my way down the steps in my socks.

I speedwalk to the front entrance as soon as I’m on the ground floor, glancing through it’s peep hole, with an irritated expression.

On the other side I could see a rather tall looking boy, maybe only a few years older than I was, clad in a black hoodie and jeans.

His complexion was dark, the moonlight slightly illuminating his young face while he gazed intently at my door, as if he could see me through the metallic entrance.

Pulling out my phone I gasp when I see it was 11:42. I’d only slept for about ten minutes before this moron woke me up! At this hour it had better be something damn important, or I was gonna let him have a piece of my mind!

I open my door and glare at the young man before me, letting out another sleepy yawn. I hadn’t been able to see it through the door, but his jacket was actually decorated with Egyptian markings down it’s sleeves, small hieroglyphics running down his arms.

I also had a much clearer image of his face as well, and I can’t help but find his masculine features so sweet and kissable. But it didn’t change how irritated I was by him.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

My expression becomes very stern, and I drop my phone back into my robe pocket before crossing my arms.

I watch him stare intently at my phone as I tucked it away, before his deep brown eyes slowly trailed up my figure. He licks his lips while gazing at my clevage, and I feel thankful to at least be wearing a bra under my robe.

“Hey!” I clear my throat with an annoyed tone.

“I said, do you have any idea how late it is??”

I had to get up early to face another long day, and I did not have time for whatever this was. I didn’t know if this guy wanted to sell me something, or was just having some kind of episode or what.

Keeping my arms across my chest, I begin to tap my foot. I lived nearby a college campus, so maybe this was supposed to be some stupid joke or hazing ritual. ‘Go wake up the poor girl across the street.’

His eyes move up to stare deep into my own ocean blue, his smile never leaving his face.

“My apologies, Ma’am. But I noticed you walking by the campus earlier, and I couldn’t help but ire the gold you’ve adorned yourself with.”

He gestures his hand to my face, and I raise my fingers to touch the small rings through my ears. Crap, I’d forgotten to take them out before falling asleep again.

“My earrings?” I begin to feel slightly nervous, there was a sinister hunger within his eyes. He...wasn’t planning on trying to steal these from me...was he?

“W-what about them..?” My voice drops much quieter, almost to a whisper. He continues to beam, still with a wickedness to his expression that made me feel uneasy.

“I wished to compliment you on your taste in decoration, they make an already lovely face even prettier.”

I roll my eyes a bit at his words, this is why he woke me up at midnight, to flirt with me? No...I could see it in his eyes, and feel it in his aura. There was something sinister happening behind those dark pupils.

“...I’ve got my boyfriend in here with me, and he’s an ex marine.”

He laughs at my words, taking a step back and putting his hands up in as friendly a manner his brooding appearance could muster.

“I’m sure you do, but there’s no reason to call him. I don’t mean you any harm at all my dear, I’m only a simple jewelry salesman, and I can tell you’re a woman of refined taste.”

His gaze pierced through my own, feeling almost like he could read my thoughts...but such an idea would be absurd...

“Yes, it would be. Now pay attention, girl.”

My eyes open wide when I hear my own voice within my head thinking against my will.

I...I must have been exhausted, there’s no way he could...No, I just needed to lay down...

“And so pretty lady, if you were to just give me a quick moment of your time, I believe I have something here that will greatly enhance your natural beauty...”

He reaches deep inside his jacket, and slowly produces an amulet shaped like the classic Eye of Horus, attached to a golden chain. He raises the medallion up into the moonlight, and immediately I find myself focused on it, feeling locked deep inside it’s pitch black iris.

I let out a small, surprised gasp. I hadn’t expected it to be so pretty. The sparkling, gleaming eye was so fascinating, so mesmerizing, I could feel it inviting me to stare more, to keep my attention fixed on it at all times.

“Yes...That’s it, gaze into the eye. Allow yourself to fall under it’s spell...Looking deeper...deeper...”

His voice was quite deep and gruff, but also very relaxing. He spoke with an inviting tone, each syllable drawing my attention, his curious accent furthering my fascination with his words.

Gently, he begins to slightly sway the amulet back and forth, my eyes never leaving it as it swings inches away from my face.

“Follow the eye, and listen to my words. Hear and obey me, girl. Submit to my authority over you...Your ability to resist is fading with each swing of the eye…”

I can’t help but let out a snicker at his words. His friends must have dared him to do this, either that or he was drunk. What, did he expect me to play along with this, or did he really think it would work?

“Really, hypnosis? And with the whole clichéd swinging necklace thing?” I let out a soft laugh, still following it back and forth.

“What, you think you’re some kind of Pharaoh themed super villain, and now you’re gonna ‘hypnotize’ me to do your bidding? Or maybe walk like a mummy?“

Another soft, quiet laugh escapes me, as I relax myself against the large doorframe. It was such a relaxing, beautiful night, the moonlight reflected perfectly off the amulet, making it so enticing.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t seem to pull my eyes away from it. I wanted to look back at his face, I was actually annoyed by the fact I found him sorta hot, but my full attention was locked onto the swinging amulet.

“Dude, Halloween is over....Just...Get off my property...”

I could feel the back of my head tingling while my brain slowly grew numb. It was becoming increasingly difficult to form any thoughts, or focus on anything but the eye.

“Seriously...Why don’t you go bother MacGyver or something...Just...get lost...before I call the...the cops...”

My voice slowly trails off as I continue to follow the swinging eye, back and forth, back and forth. It was so beautiful, so easy to let go and follow...The world behind it was swirling away into a blurry, incomprehensible void.

“Please I....I just...really...want...to.....sleep.....”

Soon my own eyes begin to glaze over, a small river of saliva trailing down from my mouth as it slowly drooped open in awe. Despite my confidence, I was quickly dropping into deep hypnosis.

“You cannot look away...You are under my power...”

His voice booms to me through a soft echo in my head, gently guiding me deeper into this wonderfully entranced state.

Without thinking I begin to open my mind to his words, surrendering to the blissful onslaught that was beginning to tickle my skin and overwhelm my senses.

“I...I cannot...look...away...”

My voice drones out, much quieter than his, with a robotic and submissive tone to it. I could feel a tingle of excitement within myself at submitting to the powerful authority taking me.

“I am...under...your power...”

Back and forth, my eyelids begin to feel heavier and heavier as I watched the golden swinging eye. I can hear a faint laughter inside my head, before the masculine and charming voice continues.

“You are hypnotized...You must obey...”

There’s an almost snakelike quality to his voice, it was quite seductive and relaxing, but slightly sinister, hissing every word into my ears.

I give my head a small, sleepy nod, never pulling my attention away from the golden eye swinging back and forth...

“I am...hypnotized...I must obey...”

My arms slowly uncross to relax by my sides. My eyes roll up into my head for a moment, glimpsing the blank void my mind was quickly becoming before fluttering back open, and I quickly refocus them on the eye.

“You are so incredibly drowsy...Your eyes are getting soo very, very, heavvyy...”

Back and forth, it was so easy to let it guide me. My eyes felt totally glued to it’s golden sway, glistening side to side before my face like a dancing star.

“Yes...I’m so...drowsy...Eyes....so....h-heavy...”

“You want to be hypnotized...You want to be under my control...”

His voiced seemed to be slowing down a bit in my mind, softly echoing off the recesses of my empty head.

“Hmmm...Mmmm...”

My eyes open and close rapidly as I let out a stream of heavy sighs. This was such a powerful seduction. It felt...incredible to give in.

“Yess...I want...to be...hypnotized...”

I sigh out with a deep breath, my body slouching even more. I was so enraptured by the swinging pendantant, so hypnotized by it’s movements, that I could feel my head beginning to slowly follow along left to right with the glistening bauble.

“Doesn’t it feel goooood...to be hyyypnotizzed...”

His voice trails out with a slithery, snake like tone.

“Y-yess...feellsss...Mmmm....Soo good....”

“You enjoy being dominated...You enjoy being owned...”

“Yes...I...I enjoy being dominated...I enjoy...being owned...Ooohhh...”

“What is your name, girl?”

“My...my name...is...Ca...ra....” A small dampness was starting to form at how weak and powerless I felt.

“Slave Cara, when I snap my fingers, your eyes will close, and you will enter a deeeep hypnotic sleep. You will be hypnotized, and under my control. I have full mastery of your thoughts, will, and actions. Do you understand slave?”

As I continue to follow the swinging eye, I notice it’s black iris beginning to change. Slowly the darkness inside melts away into a fiery red glow, sucking up all of the light around it.

I gasp as I watch the red glowing slowly twist and twirl around like spiral, enticing me to stare deeper and deeper within it’s center while it swung side to side, like a beautiful red flower encomed by a golden sun.

“Yes...Master...I...under...ss...stand...” I whisper out, the eye casting a red glow over my face as I followed it back and forth with a hypnotized expression.

“Good girl...”

He raises his free hand in the air, while continuing to use his other to swing the pendantant in my perplexed face.

“Allow your mind to drop deeper, and deeper into trance for me. Open yourself...to my control...”

“Hmmmmm....”

“Three...Your mind is so blank. So empty. So ready for me to mold it into whatever I wish. Two...It feels so good to be mine. So good to be my property. So ready to sleep. So ready to obey me now with one...and drop!”

Snap!

He snaps his fingers in the air, and with a happy, heavy sigh I let my drowsy eyelids close downwards, feeling the warm embrace of sleep overtake me again.

My head drops forward with a girly snore, my hypnotist chuckling to himself as he cups my chin and adjusts my sleeping face back up.

“Open those pretty eyes for me, chattel...”

Snap!Snap!Snap!

He quickly snaps his fingers around my face a few times, the powerful, tethering noise quickly fills my empty mind, and my eyelids slowly reopen to stare forward into the night.

“Ahh, how lovely. Another beauty fallen helplessly to my power.”

He chuckles while dropping the pendantant back inside his jacket.

“I really should get around to starting another harem one of these days, especially with how easy it is to take advantage of you ditzy girls in the modern age.”

He laughs a bit harder while I continue to stare off, not a thought or a care for what was happening around me. I had a totally entranced and mindless expression.

He licks his lips while examining my bust through my robe, beginning to imagine how I would look dressed in traditional slave garb, and he can’t help but feel the front of his pants rise up at the thought...

“Now listen, chattel. I am your master. Your Pharoah. Your God. You will obey my every command, as a slave obeys her master. Understood?” He commands me.

“Yes Master...You command...I obey…” I sigh out, nodding my head. “I am…your slave…”

“Good girl. Now remove this...cloth.”

He waves his hand in a dismissive tone towards my body, and I slowly nod my expressionless face once more.

“Yes Master...You command...I obey...”

With that I quickly untie my bathrobe, opening it and letting it fall to the ground. I can hear my hypnotic captor whistling as he steps closer to me, now clad in just my simple bra.

His eyes trail all the way down my stomach towards my nether regions, his pants rising even higher at the sight of my shaven girlhood.

“Ohh, nice. Very clean. Very...breedable...”

His eyes never leave me, as he reaches down inside my discarded bathrobe, retrieving my phone and opening the lockscreen. He smirks wider, looking down at the image of myself and my friend hugging each other, before sliding my phone within his pocket.

“And this as well, slave. You must be naked for your Master.” He runs his fingers up my stomach and across my cleavage, while I nod my head.

“Yes I...I must...be naked....for my master...”

I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra, sliding it off of my breasts and standing before him completely topless, my nips poking out a bit in the cool night air.

“Surrender your cloth to me, slave.” He waves his hand across my zoned out face.

I respond with a soft “Yes Master...” As I extend my arm out, letting him take the bra from my hands, folding it and tucking it away along with my phone.

His deep dark eyes hold my expressionless gaze, shaking his head and continuing to chuckle at how easy this was.

“Those as well, slave.” He gestures to my earrings. “You are my property, therefore your possessions are now also my property.”

“Yes...Master...I am...your...property...”

My hands rise up to my face, unclasping the small gold rings from inside my earlobes and extending them outwards to him.

He quickly snatches my earrings from my palm, pocketing them and watching my arm slowly drop back to my side. He reaches down to adjust himself, before cupping my boob in his hand.

His pants now felt impossibly cramped. It was hard to focus on the big picture with me naked and entranced like this, he needed to take care of the desire growing within his chest and his loins.

Luckily I was standing right here, open and willing to service my master in any way he saw fit...

“Tell me slave...do you know anything about...Raqs Sharqi?”

His voice has a condescending tone to it, as if he were addressing a pet rather than an independent woman.

“Yes...Master...Belly...Dancing...”

I feel myself being gently guided back inside my home, the front entrance slowly closing while darkness enveloped the room. I can hear him locking my door behind us with a sinister humming.

“Good, Slave. Now, to your bedroom. You’re going to show me all you know.”

“Yes Master...”

He puts his hand to my back as I step down the hallway towards my bedroom, the soft, lavender sheets beckoning the both of us to lay together....

Satisfied chuckling fills the night air, as my hypnotic master steps back out onto the patio, about an hour and one session of love making later. He fumbles about with his belt before wrapping his black hoodie around himself.

I step out after him, still completely naked and enthralled, a mesmerized expression on my face while my brown hair now poked out in every direction like a wild mess.

“I do so hate wearing the flesh of your kind. But it does have it’s advantages...” He laughs.

He turns around and fixes a few strands of my hair for me, but ultimately it seems like a job only my brush could handle.

“You’ve done excellently, my slave. The best I’ve had in centuries.” He runs his hands down my neck and shoulders, finally able to focus on what he was really after.

“Now that you have lain with me, you are officially my property. So chattel, I command you to pay homage to your Master, and bring me every valuable you own.”

Snap!

He snaps his fingers, and my half closed eyelids open as wide as they can for a moment, feeling the power of his hold over me, before slowly drooping back down.

“Yes Master...I am your slave...You command...I obey...”

I turn around and begin to march back inside my house, moving almost like a robot would with my arms raised out before me.

“I must obey my Master...I am his slave...I must obey my Master...I am his slave...”

In a few minutes I’ve returned back to the patio, stepping through the still wide open door. I was now clutching a black designer purse in one hand, and a small box of jewelry in the other.

“Ahh, very good. You make for an impressive slave my dear. Perhaps I should begin my harem with you after all..”

He laughs while taking my purse from me, looking around inside it for a moment before snatching the jewelry box from my offering hand. He opens it to find an assortment of earrings, necklaces, bracelets, all of my jewelry in one place.

“However, perhaps this could serve as enough to buy your freedom...for now, at least.”

He laughs, tucking the jewelry box into his hoodie before twirling my hair around his finger.

“Now go to sleep, my slave. Return to bed at once, and let yourself fall into deep, entranced sleep. Let your mind clear of these events, but always ...you are my property.”

He speaks to me with a very stern tone of voice, and I nod my head as I spin around

“Yes Master...I am your property...I must obey...”

Placing my arms back out before me, I march inside my home, feeling spirituality guided back towards my bedroom.

He takes one last look inside the house, pulling my phone out with a smirk to check the time before walking off, leaving my front door wide open.

“I must sleep...I must obey...I must sleep...I must obey...”

I droned over and over as I entered my bedroom, collapsing back onto the now messy and ruffled sheets. My eyes close instantly as soon as my head hits the pillows.

Within my sleeping mind I begin to dream about the swinging pendant, focusing myself deep inside it’s gaze even while fast asleep like this.

I knew it was hypnotizing me. I knew I was being hypnotized. Controlled. Dominated. Owned. But it felt so orgasmic, so seductive, the power that the swinging pendantant had over me made me drip wet with ecstasy.

I wanted it to control me, and I wanted to be hypnotized. Doing as I was ordered was the greatest pleasure I could imagine, it made me feel so hot and horny to obey.

“Sleep...Sleep...Sleep...Sleep...”

A powerful, booming voice commands me as I watch the eye swing back and forth in my mind.

“Go deeper into sleep. Deeper into hypnosis

Deeper into my power..."

The empty void behind it slowly starts to melt away into a swirling red backdrop, as the glittering eye continued to dance back and forth.

“You are hypnotized. You must sleep deeper. Sleep deep and obey me.”

The voice sounded quite different from my earlier hypnotist. It sounded even deeper and more primordial, I could feel as if something thats existed since before time was speaking directly to my soul.

“I musst ssleepp...I musst obbeyy youu...”

My chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as I sleep.

“Submit to me, girl. I am your God. You are my slave, my property, my chattel...”

A loud, sexual sigh fills my bedroom, an ocean leaking out of me whilst I blissfully slumbered away in happy, mindless trance.

“I am...your...slave...property...chattel...”

My hand slowly trails down my stomach towards my crotch, making small gentle circles around my clitoris.

With a gasp my fingers slide inside me, softly pressing against my walls as I bite heavily into my lips and moan.

“The deeper you go into sleep, the more into my power you fall, the more to my rule you submit, the more you become mine...”

I continue to listen to the powerful voice wrapping around me, while following the swinging pendant in my sleeping, hypnotized mind all the way until morning...

My eyes dart frantically around the open mall before me, nervously rubbing my hands together as I ed by a line of strangers.

This place was usually pretty crowded but there didn’t seem to be very many people here today, which was good because I was currently looking for my friend.

The past few days have been hectic to say the least. After falling into a particularly deep sleep one night, I’d awoken to find my front door open, and what’s worse, someone had taken my purse while I slept!

All of my cash, credit cards, even my phone had been inside, and now they were gone. My jewelry case had also mysterious vanished that night, it had to be almost forty grand taken from me!

I’d filed a police report, and they told me there was recently a series of break ins nearby my area, and they would look into it. But ultimately they’d done nothing substantial.

Obviously I felt terrible about the whole ordeal, luckily I still had my laptop I could use to text my friends, so at least I could still keep my social circle intact.

I’d just made plans to meet with one of them for coffee, she seemed very sympathetic through text, and even offered to help me with my rent for a few months.

But as my eyes scan across the few people here, I feel a knot forming in my stomach at there being still no sight of her.

I’d been such a nervous wreck, I hadn’t even taken the time to make myself look presentable. My hair was wild and messy, bags of sleep deprivation hugged the skin beneath my eyes, and I couldn’t the last time I’d had a proper meal.

None of this seems to bother the young man gazing up at me from a nearby bench however, a cup in his hand and a smile on his face.

His phone was held within his other hand, but he payed little attention to the bright flashing colors beneath him, keeping his eyes on me the whole time through strains of his strawberry blonde hair.

I can feel his stare, and I slowly turn my attention around to him. From the look of his face he was rather young, so I was a bit surprised to see him wearing the uniform of a security guard, a small patch on his shoulder reading; ‘Jolinar Loss Prevention’.

His smile widens as we lock eyes, but quickly fades away when he sees the distressed expression on my face.

He quickly and awkwardly looks back down at his phone, while I grip my hands together tighter and resume scanning my eyes around for my friend.

Oh, where could she be??

Suddenly something nearby catches my attention...

There’s another young man, slightly taller and perhaps a bit older, with olive tan skin and black hair. Looking into his dark eyes gives me a sense of deja vu, actually just looking at him makes me feel a bit dizzy, and I stumble around in place for a bit before steadying myself.

My eyes trail up the sleeves of his pitch black hoodie, studying the hieroglyphics that ran up his arms. I’ve seen him before, wearing that exact hoodie....I know I have!

I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I knew I’d seen that man somewhere! My brain was screaming to me how important he was, when I suddenly feel a pit of despair growing inside my chest...

My purse....why does looking at him make me think of my stolen purse? Wait, of course...it’s him! That’s the guy who broke into my home! I must have caught a glimpse of his face while I was asleep or something, but I definitely recognized him!

“You!” I shout, pointing my finger at him.

His eyes open wide for a moment when he spies me, but quickly relax, a smirk crawling over his face as I stormed over, standing inside his shadow.

“You thief! Give me back my purse, or you’ll be sorry!”

I place my hands on my hips, glaring upwards at his face while he continues to grin. It was kind of funny, he so effortlessly towered over me like a tree, and yet I was so steamed I didn’t even care.

“Sweetheart, I think you’re mistaken.”

His slithery voice I definitely recognized! I watch him pull a few dollar bills out of his pocket and hold them out to me.

“Why don’t you run along now like a good girl. Go on, buy yourself something nice, and let your tiny mind forget all about this.”

He snickers out, my scowl intensifying as I gazed into his eyes, still with a furious expression. I could definitely feel my Italian side taking over.

With much defiance, I quickly slap the cash from his hand.

“Go to hell!” I shout, watching the paper bills fall. When my eyes return to his, I notice they have a much more fiery aura to them, and they were burning much brighter than even mine were.

“...You know you really shouldn’t bite off more than you can chew, little girl.”

I let out a gasp when he suddenly starts towards me, my face softening as I raise my arms up defensively. The height difference between us was suddenly more than obvious to me now.

Luckily the security guard from before comes to my rescue, and I let out a sigh of relief at hearing his footsteps.

“Hey!” I hear him yell out as he approaches us, taking his walkie out of his belt.

“What’s going on here? Are you alright miss?”

I place my hands back on my hips, feeling much safer in my confrontation with him around. An angry expression returns to my face once more, this time slightly smug.

“This guy robbed me! He took my purse!”

I tell the nice officer, pointing my finger to the culprit. I wouldn’t just accuse any random person of stealing from me unless I knew for sure that they had, and in his case, I would bet my life on it.

“I’m afraid the ladies’ mistaken.” He replies, giving a small chuckle while raising his hands up innocently. “The poor girl’s hysterical, she probably just has me mixed up with someone else. She looks like she’s easily confused.”

He grins wickedly, staring right through me as he speaks these rather insulting words. I shake my head and continue to point my finger at him, gritting my teeth together.

Who did this jerk think he was?

“He did, he did steal from me! He took my purse and my jewelry!”

I ball my hands into fists, wanting to punch his lights out. The fact he only seemed slightly amused to have been caught only infuriated me more.

My wrath slightly dissipates when I feel the officer gently pat my shoulder.

“Alright Creeper Death, why don’t you give the nice lady her things back, and I won’t have to call the police down here.”

My lips smirk at his words. I felt so thrilled this creep was about to taste justice. But I begin to feel an unease at the smile on his face widening.

“Of course, of course. Please forgive me miss, it was only a harmless joke. I can’t help but enjoy pulling the legs of pretty girls like you.” He places his hands within his jacket while continuing to grin.

“I don’t care, give me back my jewelry and my purse now!”

I scowl at him, watching as he slowly produced a small golden medallion in his palm. It seemed to be wrapped around his hand by a gold chain, facing outwards and resembling the Eye of Horus.

I can’t help but look into its iris, I feel naturally drawn to stare at it....it’s so...beautiful...

“I believe this is yours, yes?”

He chuckles, moving his palm around so that the Egyptian medallion became even more enticing to look at, as the light reflected off its golden surface.

“No...that’s not mine...wait...wait what...is...”

My voice begins to trail off as the iris lights up with a hypnotic orange swirl, spinning around like a mesmerizing fire display.

“I saw that...in my...in my...dreams...”

A faint, familiar chuckle begins to fill my ears, as he watches me slowly becoming powerless and entranced.

“Just stare deeeep and relaxx...”

It was getting harder to focus on the mall, or on anything really. The world around the glowing eye was getting blacker in my vision. I couldn’t seem to look away from the warm, hypnotic glow, inviting me to lose myself within it’s swirling vortex.

“Stare...Deep...R-Relaxx....”

I could feel my mind starting to empty, every thought in my head popping away like bubbles. It felt so wonderful to open myself up and submit, so wonderful to let it hypnotize me.

Yes...I recognize it now. I’ve been hypnotized before with this eye, once in my dreams and another in person. And both times I could the incredible rush I got from my total submission.

“That’s it...Look to the eye and relax...Everything will be fine...”

My entire world is within the eye now, my mouth completely open while my pupils dilate before glazing over. Despite being in a brightly lit mall, everything around me was pitch black.

“E-everything...will...be...f-fine...

“Yess, open your mind to me...Open and obey...”

His voice was so hypnotizing, so magnetic, I felt pulled to listen to every syllable. The last of my conscious thoughts melts away, as my face takes on an extremely blank and mesmerized expression.

Drool runs down my face, as I whisper a quiet “Uhhhh....”

Suddenly the hypnotic voice becomes shrouded to me. It sounded like he was addressing someone else, but I can only hear the outline of words just beyond my reach, like he was speaking underwater, before the faint echo of footsteps trails off into the distance.

“Now...Cara was it? I believe you’re very much mistaken, aren’t you chattel?”

My subconscious bends in ecstasy to his deep, pleasurable voice refilling my ears.

“Yes...I am...very...much...mistaken...” My voice was like a robot.

He slowly pulls his hand backwards, and I naturally slouch forward closer to it, held in its powerful hypnotic grasp, totally zombified.

“Good girl. In fact, it’s actually you who’s the thief, and you’d like to come back home with me, to work off the debt you owe...”

He pushes his hand forward, causing me to lean back, before pulling me to him again, drawing my body towards him like a magnet.

“Yes Master...I’m a slave...to the power...of debt..”

I droned while helplessly rocking in place with his hand.

My entire vision fills with bright red, my brain disappearing completely, all conscious thought ceasing to have ever existed.

The next thing I’m vaguely aware of is walking across the parking lot, with several heavy bags in my hands. I place them inside the trunk of a car once it’s opened for me, letting out a groan at how strenuous they were for me to lift up.

“Good girl, you’ve been such an obedient chattel this day.”

A voice tells me with a soft chuckle, lightly patting my back.

“And it was awfully nice of you to carry that whole chicken out here.”

He lets out another laugh, retrieving his car keys with a smirk, while I continued to gaze off into nothing. My subconscious soaks up his every word, and I gently flap my hands like small wings when I hear the word ‘chicken’.

“Bwaak buckuck bwaaakk...”

I quietly whisper, feeling my mind slipping further and further away from me. The enger side door is opened for me, and I take a seat inside.

“I think perhaps you’ve earned a little treat when we get home.” He gently strokes my face, twisting my hair around in his fingers. “Would you like that, my pretty chattel?”

“Yes...Master...I would...like...that...”

Did I just call him master?...Oh well, this feels too dreamy and peaceful to fight against anyway. Like fighting against a climax, it was just...inevitable.

Yeah...I like giving in...It feels good...to give in...

I think I’ll just...nod back off now...and let this all carry on...Yawn...Mmm....

....

I blank out into a hypnotic void again, and the next thing I know, I’m stepping onto a cement driveway, my Master using his arm to gently help me out of the car.

My heels softly click against the pavement as I begin walking towards the front entrance, holding the shopping bags in my hands. I grip them tightly as I follow my master towards his home.

However, it was getting a bit difficult for me to see him, my eyes were struggling to adjust to the sunlight, which cascaded across my face. In darkness I could effortlessly drop deeper into mindless oblivion, but the sun felt like it was warming my empty mind, pulling me away from the void.

I squint my eyes as the burning light invaded my retinas. I always kept a pair of sunglasses in my purse, if only it hadn’t been stolen recently....

“Now let’s get you into something more...suited for a woman under my rule.”

He chuckles while unlocking the front door for me, but I stop in my tracks, feeling like a confusing whirlpool was spinning around all of the thoughts in my head. I desperately try and grab onto a few, to cut through the haze and snap myself back to reality.

The shopping bags fall from my hands as I shake my head around, rapidly fluttering my eyes and struggling to come out of it with a heavy groan.

Why was the world still slipping away from me? How could it be so difficult to focus on who I am and where I was? I let out another groan as my eyes roll and flutter.

I try to focus on any thoughts I can before they slip away. Who was I again? I was a slave of course....Wait, no...My name is Cara...I was twenty eight...I loved literature, pasta wine...romance...horror...snuggling my cat...

I...I’ve been independent my whole life...How could I have been a slave? That didn’t make any sense...

I was just in my favorite mall, looking for my friend. I...I confronted a man for....I can’t recall why...But he showed me a beautiful eye, one that made my mind go numb when I stared into it.

Yes...The same swinging eye from my dreams! The one that was mesmerizing me! Oh God, he...he must have hypnotized me with it when he robbed me that night, that’s why I dreamed about it!

I give my head another powerful shake, before staring up at him with a growl, finally free of the trance.

“You!....That’s how you did it! You hypnotized me!” I yell, balling my hands up and watching him slowly step closer to me with a sly grin.

“Oh, can you really blame me, love? You’re so easy to hypnotize, Cara. And with your incredible beauty, you’ll make for the perfect submissive consort, my pretty chattel.”

My fists tighten, getting ready to swing on him as I stepped backwards. If only I still had my purse, I’d wash away that smug expression with some mace.

“Dream on buddy. I’m telling the cops everything, and you’re going to jail for grand theft hypnotism.”

He responds with another chuckle, retrieving the eye from his pocket, now dangling in the air by its gold chain. I gasp and immediately try to look away from it once I recognize the familiar sparkling gleam.

“Oh, I don’t think so. After all, why would you call the police on me...when I am your hypnotic master...“

He begins to swing the beautiful eye side to side by its chain, and I shake my head again, trying to pull my attention away. But it was so inviting, so hypnotic, it felt incredible to take in it’s splendor.

“T-thats not going to work anymore...” I groan, but despite my best efforts, my sky blue eyes are helplessly darting back and forth in perfect unison with the medallion.

“I...I....can resist...being....h-hypnotizedd.....” I whimper.

“Relaxxx...follow the eye...and relaxxx...Goood girl Cara...”

My eyelids start to flutter a bit at his sexy, serpent like voice. The hiss of each syllable made me feel sooo drowsy, so tired and relaxed. I wanted to close my eyes, and follow his commands, but at the same time I also wanted to keep them open.

Oh no...it was working again! He was hypnotizing me! I...I had to fight this...somehow..

“No....no no....Stop...you can’t...just......hy...hyp...”

Part of me knew I needed to resist, that I had to snap out of it, but it was quickly melting away into the seductive, mind numbing fog engulfing my being.

“Follow the eye wherever it leads you, chattel...”

His voice slithers around my brain, filling my ears with his venomous hisses.

“Yes...follow...the...eye...wherever…it leads…me…”

He smirks at my submission, before swinging the pendant faster, watching my eyes dart side to side even quicker.

“Rather hypnotic, isn’t it? I’ve hypnotized many feeble minded subjects with it over the centuries...And now I have you within in its snare, poor little Cara...”

My eyelids close for a moment before reopening, only to close again. Each time I open my eyes, they only seem to get heavier and heavier, sticking together like glue each time they close. I knew that soon, I wouldn’t be able to reopen them at all, and I’d drift off into a hypnotized sleep.

And another part of me also knew, I would be helplessly enthralled to his will again. There would be nothing I could do, to stop myself from obeying his commands.

“Y-yess...hypno....hypno...tizzedd....”

“Say it, Slave Cara. The eye is hypnotizing you...”

I watch in amazement as the eye’s black iris seems to fill with a fiery red glow, swirling around in a dizzying spiral. I slouch forward with a mesmerized expression on my face, my arms dangling limply while my head began to move back and forth with the pendant.

“The eye iss...hypno...tizing...me...” I drone.

“I amm...hyypnoo...tizzzeddd...”

The villain chuckles once more as I sigh, swinging the pendant back and forth even faster now, my head straining to keep up.

“Yesss, my pretty chattel. You are hypnotized. You cannot look away from the eye...Like so many girls before you, you’ve fallen under it’s spell...”

The world behind the pendant was beginning to fill with the same firey swirling encoming the eye, causing the same hazy, hypnotic imagery from my dream to appear before me.

My sleepy eyes open wide for a moment in amazement, before lazily fluttering back down halfway closed, a soft contented smile spreading across my face, feeling a warm, bubbly euphoria washing over me.

“I...I cannot...look...away...” I sigh out, much to the amusement of my hypnotist.

“I’ve...fallen...under it’s...spell...Hmmmm...”

My eyes roll up into my head as a waterfall of saliva runs down my face and neck. The swinging golden eye appears in my mind, and I continue to follow it back and forth in blissful dreamland.

My eyelids flutter, filling with white while my irises study the back of my head.

With a chuckle the pendant is tucked away back inside his pocket, and he takes my chin in his hand while examining my fluttery white eyes.

“You are a hypnotized slave. You obey only me...”

He waves his hand across my face as I nod it up and down to his words.

Snap!

With that my eyes fully close and my head drops forward, fully submitting myself to the trance. I let out an adorable sigh accompanied by a few snores, as my head rolls back.

“I am a hypnotized slave...I obey only you, Master...”

I could feel an almost orgasmic glow at submitting myself to these words. His commands were my everything, my will his to dominate.

“Good girl. Now, as I was saying, let’s get you inside and into something more comfortable...”

Epilogue:

The fast tempo of exotic tribal fusion filled the wide open living room, far more embellish and lavishly decorated than I could ever afford on my own. I was dancing center room, my arms up in the air, as I swayed my body and undulated my stomach along with the spicy tempo...

I’d been outfitted with something my Master called his “traditional slave garb”, something he told me I’d soon see other girls wearing as his influence grew and his harem expanded.

The costume in question was far more sexualized than something I’d typically wear. It was little more than a tight fitting string bikini, but far smaller and racier than anything I would have ever worn to the beach.

My nipples and areolas were just barely covered by a micro yellow top, an assortment of small gold coins dangling just below my breasts, clinking in the air and against my skin as I shimmied and swayed about.

Between my legs draped a skimpy golden plate, held up by two floss strings tied around my hips, the face of which depicted what looked to be a small illustration of a woman’s reproductive system. An etched designed appeared to illustrate the vagina, cervix, and uterus, with two sparkling rubies to represent my ovaries.

Down my bare legs was a line of hieroglyphics, etched against my skin in black ink and trailing all the way down to my toes. I have an Ankh bracelet wrapped around my left bicep, while twinkling golden hoops hang from my ears.

My face was quite dolled up as well, with a black Eye of Horus painted on my cheek. My blue eyes were completely encircled by mascara, my hair done up in a braid while a completely translucent veil draped across the bottom half of my face, gently swooshing in the air as I jumped and swayed about the room.

Seated before me and greatly enjoying the show was my Master, his hands resting on his black jacket folded neatly on the sofa beside him. I had finally been able to start on his laundry today, and that thing smelled like it hadn’t been washed in centuries.

To his right was an open laptop showing the image of an older, Arabic gentleman, the two of them displaying wide smiles on their smug faces, as they watched me continue my enticing dance.

My hips shimmy and sway, as I continue to undulate my bare tummy in perfect unison with the tempo, slowly turning around in place and showing the two men there wasn’t much covering my backside either.

“Such an incredible girl...So hard to believe she is American, she puts even our own dancers to shame.”

The man on the laptop speaks, resting his head in his hand while he continued to ire every inch of my body on display, decorated with only the most flashy and enticing costume my Master could think of.

“She’s a quick learner, and she knows how to please.” I hear him laugh, clasping his hands together. “Sometimes you just get lucky, and meet a girl who was born to serve.”

His eyes never leave my hips, practically salivating at the thought of what my glittering bottoms concealed, the tiny little coins on both them and my top jingling with each movement.

“You always did have exquisite taste in women, my Lord. What a lucky man you are!” He continues to grin before clearing his through, sitting up and fumbling with his webcam.

As the music winds down and my dance slowly comes to an end, I stretch my body out like a cat, raising my arms in the air and letting them both take a nice long look at my overtly sexualized appearance before taking a small bow.

“A perfect way to end our meeting! My compliments to you and your dancing houri!”

His eyes seem to light up, and his smile becomes even more devious at hearing his words coming through the speakers, obviously enraptured by my beauty.

I watch as my master slowly spins the laptop around to face him while I stood completely still and at attention, almost like some lingerie wearing soldier.

“Perhaps when my Lord returns to us, something between her and I could be...arranged?”

His voice sounds shaky, and with a nervous tone, but I just watch my Master grip his chest and laugh.

“Perhaps, for the right price of course.”

His expression is rather sleazy as he gazes into the laptop screen, watching his inferior’s face light up with excitement at the idea.

The two men discuss a few other minor things before exchanging farewells, all while I stood obediently at attention, awaiting my next command.

Eventually I see him close the laptop, and his dark eyes trail back up to focus entirely on me.

“You know he’s right, my pretty chattel. Not even Cleopatra was this lovely on her good days.”

He grins while bearing his teeth, taking a pack of Camels off a nearby stand and placing one of the smokes in his mouth.

“You’ll serve as an excellent trophy, and symbol of my power. None will doubt my strength when they see you submit to my every whim and desire.”

I give a small nod of my head to his words, letting them form my reality.

“Yes Master. I will serve as an excellent trophy. I will submit to your every desire.”

He slowly pulls the medallion from his pocket, dangling it over his finger and playfully swaying it around back and forth for a moment. My eyes open wide as they instantly lock onto its gleam, following it side to side...

I inhale a sharp breath and feel my eyelids begin to flutter, when he breaks the entrancement by swinging the medallion up into his waiting palm, catching it with a clink!

The black iris slowly lights up red with its hypnotic glow, and he uses it to cherry the end of his cigarette.

“A thousand and one uses...” His ghoulish laughter fills my ears, puffing a bit of smoke in my direction while I continued to stand there.

“Impressive, nearly two days since your last session and you’re still deeply enthralled. Your soft mind must be growing accustomed to being under my power.”

His smile becomes more and more lecherous every moment he gazes upon my body, nearly all of it on display in my small, slutty costume.

“Worship me, slave. Bow down in reverence to your God.”

I nod my head once more to his words, enjoying the dominant entrancement he had me under. I could just give myself to his control, and enjoy wave after wave of climactic bliss for eternity.

“Yes Master. Your wish is my command.”

I place my palms together and bow my head, before slowly dropping down to my knees. I then raise my hands up high into the air, before bowing down to the literal perfection seated before me.

“Hail my Master and Pharoah. I am his undeserving slave, and it brings me great pleasure to serve him.”

I rise back up, my hands back in the air for a moment, before I slowly bow down again, repeating my mantra once more.

“Hail my Master and Pharoah. I am his undeserving slave, and it brings me great pleasure to serve him.”

He begins to laugh evily, very much enjoying the sight of me performing such a submissive act, especially while dressed like this. He puffs on his cigarette before ashing it, while I continue to bow down and worship him until he’s satisfied.

“Very good, Slave. You’ve pleased your Master with your worship.”

My body tingles at his praise, a warm glow enveloping me as I listened to the words of my God. I was such a lucky slave to have received his blessing.

I stop my bowing and remain stationary on my knees, staring off with empty eyes while my Master unzipped his pants, sliding them down around his ankles.

I can’t help but open my eyes wide at the sight of his beautiful phallic member, enormous and fully erect for me. A layer of precum drips from his head and glistens across his foreskin, inviting me to wrap my lips around and taste.

“And now, you will please your Master with your mouth.”

An extremely devious smile spreads across his face as he looked at me, completely helpless in my trance and under his total control. I nod my head once more, slowly moving closer to him on my knees.

“Yes Master. Your wish is my command.”

My monotone voice drones while I pull my translucent veil down my face, and let it rest across my neck.

I feel him wrapping his fingers tightly around my braided hair, and I open my mouth as wide as I can. He shoves my face down, tilting his head back and closing his eyes with a sigh as he felt me going to work on him.

“You are the greatest treasure I ever stole, Slave Cara...”