The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

Channon Cain was really worried about her big sister Cassandra.

Yes, it was normal for Cassandra (and herself) to take pride in her work, but the former had taken things up to eleven. She seemed to spend all day in her room playing Christmas songs—and the new song their client had hired her to play on her cello.

Granted, Cassandra knew that the Christmas season was a busy one and had completed all her Christmas shopping (and present wrapping) before she met with their client Mr. Vincent Maroni. Moreover, Channon realized that Mr. Maroni had paid top dollar for their services (they had never been given so much money for a gig before) and that the client expected to get his money’s worth.

It wasn’t as if Channon and her two bandmates—Aisha Burleigh and Sumi Oh—weren’t practicing for the concert themselves, either. None of the three women, however, was practicing the song as obsessively as Cassandra.

Then she heard a noise she hadn’t heard in a while. Cassandra opened her bedroom door. Cassandra emerged from the room. She was dressed demurely, wearing a light blue sweatshirt, blue jeans, and white socks. Her hair was in a messy bun, and her blue eyes still had their shine.

Though not identical twins, Cassandra and Channon looked similar to one another. Channon also had blonde hair and blue eyes, a beautiful face and endearing smile, and a cheery demeanor. She was also wearing blue jeans, white socks, and a sweatshirt—though her sweatshirt was grey rather than light blue.

The two had other things in common as well. Both had musical talent, were professional musicians, and played in a string quartet—though Cassandra played the cello while Channon played the violin. Both also took their work very seriously and had taken music lessons since they were little girls.

In addition to being 3 years younger than here (Channon was 22), there was one big difference between the two sisters, however: Channon was three inches shorter than Cassandra. This didn’t bother her much, though it had been the basis for several playground taunts from other girls and boys. Of course, she was now an adult and brushed them off as youthful foolishness.

“So, sis,” Cassandra began. “Would you like to go to a Christmas dinner?”

What a surprise Channon thought. Maybe she wanted a break from work after all of that practicing.

“Maybe,” Channon eventually said. “When and where is it?”

“It’s at Vincent Maroni’s house, tonight. All four of us are invited.”

“Really?” Channon asked. She knew Mr. Maroni was extremely rich, but it was an odd thing to do for employees he just met. However, Channon was hungry and by attending her client’s homestead, she could get to the bottom of Cassandra’s obsession with the main song he had required to play.

“Sure, why not?” she finally said.

“Great!” Cassandra squealed. “Let’s get dressed for it—or should I say concert dressed for it!”

2.

About half an hour later, Channon and her sister were in the latter’s car, driving to Maroni’s abode. Aisha would be coming with them too.

Unfortunately, Sumi wouldn’t: she had experienced a fender bender (and had witnessed a major car accident) earlier that day. In addition to being delayed by the accident itself, she also had to provide an of the incident to the police. The whole process was so time (and energy) consuming that she had to miss the dinner. That was particularly unfortunate, because she had been so dedicated to her quartet and had mastered how to play the new song as of yesterday.

They could see the entrance. When they got a little closer, they could see the various Christmas decorations. These decorations included, among many others, the red and green Christmas lights, a big, bright, glowing Santa Claus and even a nativity scene on the front lawn.

The sisters had also decided to put on their formal concert dress. That would be a black dress, black tights that covered them from their waist to the tips of their toes and black flat-heeled leather dress shoes. They also dressed appropriately for the weather. They were wearing winter coats, hats, and gloves. Then they parked their car.

Having been here before, Cassandra got out of the car first and made her way to the door. Channon followed her as quickly as she could. The latter could sure feel the cold! Cassandra went up the steps and pressed the button on the intercom.

“Good evening,” Cassandra said.

“Good evening,” Channon heard a deep voice say. “State your business, please.”

“It’s Cassandra Cain,” Cassandra replied. “I am here with my sister Channon. Mr. Maroni invited us over for Christmas dinner.”

“Good to see you again Cassandra,” said the voice. “Welcome Channon!” it said after a short pause. “Come right in, Mr. Maroni is waiting for you.”

The two women approached the door and heard a sound indicating that it was unlocked. Cassandra opened the door and entered the residence with Channon coming in after her.

3.

Channon was stunned at the opulence of Mr. Maroni’s abode. Everything from the décor to the amenities—free water bottle and newspaper for all guests! -looked so sumptuous. She was rather impressed with Maroni’s robot butler Stevens. Cassandra had told her about this before, but she thought she was joking. Even more bizarrely Cassandra said that the robot could feel emotions like a human could. She never knew such a thing existed. Of course, if anyone had the means to buy one it was Mr. Maroni. It also wore a cool suit.

Speaking of which, their client was quite a character. He was polite and had an exuberance that belied his advanced age. He was grey haired and balding, wore a pinstripe suit and pants, and walked using a cane. He also wore glasses.

“So,” Channon asked, trying to politely get things going. “How is dinner coming along?”

“Dinner will begin, once Aisha gets here,” Mr. Maroni said. “It’s too bad about Sumi. She called and cancelled but considering the circumstances, she didn’t really have a choice. I totally understand.”

“No harm, no foul,” Cassandra replied.

“What she said,” Channon chimed in.

“Say,” Mr. Maroni suggested. “I was wondering if you two would be willing to hear the special song I want you to play at the concert in my state-of-the-art recording studio. It won’t take very long, and it will definitely allow you to shine at the concert on New Year’s Eve.”

“I’d love to hear the song again!” Cassandra chirped.

“Sure, let’s do that,” Channon agreed after thinking about it for a moment. Maybe this would help get her to the bottom of her sister’s change in behaviour.

“He then took out his cellphone. “Stevens, he commanded his butler, make sur e to man the door and the cameras while I am down there. Should Aisha come, let her in, I have given you a picture of her. It was generously provided by Cassandra.”

“Affirmative, Mr. Maroni,” the metal manservant replied.

Excellent,” Mr. Maroni beamed. “Now, ladies, please come with me.”

4.

A few minutes later, the trio were in Mr. Maroni’s music video. It looked high-tech—though to be fair, Channon had not seen many recording studios in her time. Most of the gigs the quartet did were live shows.

“I guess it’s time to practice, the music Cassandra,” Mr. Maroni said.

With those words Cassandra’s eyes shut and her head slumped forward. Channon was taken aback. She moved right in front of her sister and waved her fingers in front of her face (though she had to stand on her tiptoes to do so).

“Sis,” she asked with concern. “Are you okay?”

“Oh yes,” she said in a cheery monotone. “I am wonderful. I am ready to practice the music.”

Alarm bells went off in Channon’s head. She turned to Mr. Maroni

“What’s wrong with her?” she demanded.

“She’s just gung-ho on playing my song,” Maroni chuckled. “Why don’t you put on those headphones so you can hear it and see what Cassandra has been enjoying.”

Now very frightened, Channon knew she didn’t want to stick around to hear any song here, much less the one Cassandra had become obsessed with.

“Actually, I’ll , and I really have to go,” Channon responded nervously. “Come on, Cassandra. Let’s get out of here.”

“No Channon,” she said robotically. “We must practice the music.”

“What have you done to her?” she exclaimed toward Mr. Maroni.

“What I am soon going to do to you.” Mr. Maroni hissed evilly. “Cassandra,” he commanded grab your sister,”

“Yes master,” Cassandra said robotically. Her sister had begun to run for the exit but Cassandra caught her, clamping her arms around her.

“Very good,” take her to the recording studio, and put the headphones on her.”

“Yes master.”

Meanwhile, Channon was terrified—and in pain. Her sister’s grip had never been this strong before. Cassandra dragged her into the recording studio. She then shoved Channon into a metal chair. Then Mr. Maroni pushed a button. Metal restraints then wrapped around Channon’s arms and legs. Then Cassandra placed the headphones over her sister’s ears. Cassandra finally had space to scream, but it was too late. The studio had been sound-proofed.

Maroni pressed another button and the music started. It was the song! Channon continued to struggle but she couldn’t block out the melody. Indeed, she had to it that the music was elegant and sweet. It was powerful. It has been nice to play but even better to listen to. Channon stopped struggling as she let the music feel her ears (and her mind) with bliss. It was like listening to Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, and Chopin all at once. It was so easy to get lost in the music, to allow every beautiful note and sound envelope her mind. Yes, she should just get lost in the music, forget about helping her sister. She should just get lost in the music. Let everything else go and get lost in the music,

A few minutes later, Channon was in a deep trance. She was now under Maroni’s control—just like her sister! Maroni had Cassandra remove her sister’s headphones. Channon slumped in the chair.

“Channon,” Maroni asked. “Can you hear me.”

“Yes.” Channon whispered. “I hear you.”

“You have surrendered your mind to the music, haven’t you?”

“Yes…” Channon confirmed. “I have lost my mind to the music.”

“Since I own the music you have lost your mind to me,” he asserted.

“Yes…” Channon said in the same robotic tone as Cassandra. “I have…lost my mind to you.”

“That means you must do everything I tell you to do.”

“Yes…must do everything…you tell me…to do.”

“That’s right,” he crowed triumphantly. “Now ladies, follow me upstairs.”

The two sisters did so, helpless to disobey.

5.

The three had returned to the same bedroom where Maroni made love to Cassandra. “Now ladies, all of us are now going to make love to each other.

You will have no qualms about making love to me or to your sister. This is a special type of concert I am conducting and you must obey. Now take off all your clothes.

“Yes master,” the two said in unison. Each sister unzipped the other’s dress. A few seconds later they shimmied out of their own, revealing lacy white bras which they soon unhooked. They ed their dresses on the floor. Both had lovely breasts, though Cassandra’s were much bigger. Finally, they both shimmied out of their black tights, revealing their pubic areas. Cassandra’s vagina had thick blonde bush, while Channon’s was exquisitely shaved.

Maroni was naked now too. He found a fun way to begin things. “Cassandra, Channon,” Mr. Maroni commanded. I want to take your tights and pull them over your heads.”

“Yes Master” they responded collectively. They obeyed. Maroni laughed out loud at the scene before him. Each woman looked so silly! Then he had a more sinister idea.

“Ladies,” Maroni ordered. “When I snap my fingers, you will began digitally penetrating each other’s vagina’s. What’s more, you’ll love every minute of it. Understood?”

“Understood, Master,” the two said in unison The sister’s got on the floor and moved to each other with baby steps. Their tights had slightly obscured their vision. After some groping around, each sister found the other’s vagina’s and went to work. Each sister took their fingers and jammed it into the other’s vagina. Then they moved their respective fingers in and out, arousing each other. Though, awkwardly positioned, both sisters loved the slightly painful pleasure of the other’s fingers, each sister got their nails done! A few minutes later, the two orgasmed leaving two ecstatic women and a few semen-covered fingers. All the while, Maroni photographed the tryst before him with his cell phone.

Maroni then had the sisters remove take their tights from their heads. He then took a washcloth, wiped down their vaginas and fingers and had them him in bed.

“Channon, Cassandra,” he commanded. “Make love to me,”

“Yes Master,” they replied collectively. Maroni pulled Channon in for a liplock. Her response was surprisingly forceful. A few seconds later,

Maroni disengaged from her lips and moved to her breasts, licking them with his tongue while also caressing them with his fingers.

Then he had Channon mount him and begin having sex with him. She gently rocked back and forth, bringing her master great pleasure in the in the process. She rocked and thrusted at a clip rate, with Maroni having a big grin on his face. Channon thrusted harder and faster until Maroni felt that he was reaching climax. Then they two orgasmed.

Cassandra felt like ing the fun. She rolled over to her sister and began kissing her neck. Channon giggled in response. Maroni then had the two rearrange themselves so that he had one sister on each side of him He disengaged from Channon and began to kiss Cassandra’s belly button and lick her legs and pubic hair. After a few minutes, there was another climax. Then it was time for the finale.

“Ladies,” Maroni commanded. “Before we eat our dinner, I want you two to each other out. Do a 6 9 and pleasure each other.”

“Yes Master,” they collectively responded. The two arranged themselves so that Channon was the 6 and Cassandra was the nine. They quickly and

happily began going at each other loving each taste of the other’s tuft. Maroni got off the bed and began getting dressed. Neither Channon nor

Cassandra would have any memory of this lovemaking or being hypnotized. Channon would be given the same suggestion as Cassandra however, though her trigger phrase would be “accept the music, Channon.”

After a few more minutes and allowing the two sisters to get dressed, he did just that. The three had to hurry. Aisha would be arriving soon and they did not want to be late for dinner. Nor did Maroni want to be late when it came to enslaving the next member of the quartet.

What he didn’t know however, that someone was watching these developments and did not like them at all.