The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

Ever since she was a child, Vika Diktovich had wanted to be a dancer. More specifically she wanted to be a ballet dancer in the prestigious Swan Lake Theatre Company, ever since she saw them perform in her birthplace of Oshek, Russia. At five years old, Vika and her parents moved to the United States so that the latter could make their fortune (and get away from the secret police). They had done quite well, making them able to afford ballet lessons for Vika in the first place.

Now 22, Vika had gone through a lot of hard work and complex training, to realize her dream. Indeed, such things were required if she wanted to achieve her goal. There is one thing Vika did not like about ballet however: the requirement that she suffer for her art.

More specifically, she meant the suffering inflicted upon her by her current (and hopefully soon to be former) ballet instructor, Olga Yehzov. Like Vika, Olga had been born in Russia. Unlike Vika, Olga had spent her entire childhood and a few years of her adulthood there. She still had a thick Russian accent, as resistance to the cold, and a svelte figure.

She was also—to be frank—a complete bitch. Yes, many ballet instructors were strict, but Olga took it to another level. Not only did she demand adherence to a required style of ballet, but—unlike her past instructors—she had no patience for those struggling (but genuinely wanting to learn) the art. She expected everyone to respect and obey her without question. Moreover, Olga had trouble understanding the concept of an indoor voice as well as the laws against assault with a weapon). She cursed like a sailor and often spoke with the volume of a megaphone. She also had a small whip that she would use on her students whenever she got extremely angry (which was, not surprisingly, quite often).

One may be thinking that if Olga was so cruel of a teacher, why didn’t Vika report her to a professional licensing body or event the police? Assault with a weapon was a criminal offence after all.

The answer is that Olga had politically correct Teflon. You see, Olga was a lesbian, and in her entire stay in the United States she had never bothered to obtain American citizenship. No one would risk arrest and deportation proceedings considering the ongoing conflict in Ukraine as well as Russia’s persecution of LGBT people. Moreover, being placed hire on the new “woke victimhood scale” made society less likely to believe Vika, if not call her out for “homophobia” if she complained. Even worse, Olga knew this and exploited it to the hilt.

You guessed it. On top of everything else, Vika had to deal with she also had to deal with sexual harassment from Olga. Not the all encoming workplace “harassment” that was so broad it consisted of anything that might offend one person (including looking at them too long when they are in your line of vision). Oh no, it was the classic quid pro quo sexual harassment. Olga was demanding sexual favours to ensure ission into the Swan Lake Theatre Company. Tomorrow was when Olga would make her final decision (and give Vika her last opportunity to get the recommendation through sexual favours). Oh and forget about recording anything. Vika tried that but Olga found the hidden camera and whipped it to bits. After that, she’d done the same with Vika.

Vika couldn’t help but cry herself to sleep. She wanted to attend Swan Lake but she didn’t want to be subject to Olga’s abuse. What could she do?

2.

Today was the big day and Vika was unsurprisingly nervous. Even if she got into Swan Lake, it would be at a horrible cost.

To be honest (some would say crass), it was clear why Vika was being sexually harassed: she was gorgeous that, of course, did not make the harassment okay). Vika was dressed like a classical ballet dancer a skin-tight shirt with a pink tutu, white tights, and ballet shoes. She had long blond hair the extended down to her chest, bright blue eyes, bee stung lips, and a heart shaped face. Her legs and feet were also shapely and her ballet attire only made them look sexier.

She entered Olga’s dance studio. It was quite roomy for a dance studio it was almost like a small community centre. It had several training rooms, a hall, two bathrooms (with showers and changing facilities), lots of mirrors, and even a few vending machines.

Unfortunately, it also had Olga, waiting for her at the front entrance. “Right on time,” Olga said. “Now we can get down to business.”

It also demonstrated another reason why Vika was reluctant to go to the police: on an attractiveness scale of 1 to 10 (ten being the best), Olga was a 13. While a bit stockier than Vika, Olga was a tall woman with beautiful pale skin, ample breasts and long eye-catching legs. She was currently wearing a black leotard with pockets and a pair of ballet shoes. The leotard framed her amazing ass. She also had sleek black hair that was currently in a bun. She had a stern but picturesque face and soft-looking skin. Vika feared that if they called the (mostly male) police force, they would look at Olga and begin arguing about, who would get to hold Vika down while Olga’s whipped her. Granted, Vika was gorgeous too (both inside and out), but

Olga was in a class by herself. She was as beautiful on the outside as she was ugly on the inside.

“Good morning Miss Diktovich,” Olga said with a sly smile and her noticeable action. “I have some good news for you.”

“Really?” Vika said in surprise.

“Oh, yes,” I am going to give you that letter of recommendation you need without any special services on your part if you know what I mean.”

“You mean it?” Vika asked in relief. The relief soon faded. Was this a trick?

“Oh yes,” Olga said. “I think you are someone who can achieve bigger and better things. I have written the letter and will give it to you. You just need come with me.”

“Roger that,” Vika said, outwardly happy but inwardly wary.

3.

Olga led Vika through the dance studio and down a staircase. Apparently, the studio had a basement. They ten entered a room. When Vika saw what was inside of it, her eyes widened in shock. It was like that “Red Room” from of Fifty Shades of Grey. It had shackles, paddles, leashes, even a cat o’ nine tails, or something that looked like it. There was also a large soft bed and when she looked further a surveillance system throughout several rooms of the dance studio—it seemed to record activity in all the rooms of the dance studio, accept maybe this one.

“Um, Miss Yezhov,” Vika asked nervously. “What are we doing down here?”

“Why Vika,” she said with sugary malice. “We are introducing you to your new primary residence.”

“What do you mean primary residence?” Vika asked.

“Well, I figured that if I only extorted you for sexual favours using the letter of recommendation, I would get to enjoy you for one more day” Olga explained, “however, if you became my assistant I can enjoy you for years!”

“What makes you think I will become your assistant?” Vika said still scared, but now a little angry.

“Oh you’ll become my assistant,” Olga asserted. “The best part is that most of the time you won’t even know you’re doing it.” Then her eyes seemed to glow. “Just look into my eyes.”

Vika didn’t know why she was asking her to do that, but she didn’t want to stick around to find out. She turned on a dime and went up the starts as fast as she could go. “Vika,” Olga roared. “Come back here!”

Vika the heard a laser sound, but again, she was too busy fleeing Olga to ascertain anything. However, she heard Olga rushing to her. Olga was gaining on her! Then she heard a sound like a battery charging. She instinctively ducked and ran into the women’s restroom. Olga followed in hot pursuit. She bayed with malicious glee “Come out, come out, wherever you are!”

Fortunately, Vika had found a good place to hide (or so she thought). She was in a locked bathroom stall. She was sitting side-saddle on the toilet so Olga could not identify her by her legs.

Olga tore open the shower curtain, finding nothing there. Then she turned around. “A-ha,” she said. You must be hiding in one of the bathroom stalls!” Olga lunged toward the bathroom stalls ready to tear the doors of their hinges if need be. Wouldn’t you know it, she grabbed the one Vika was in first.

Vika slid under the door and attempted to exit the bathroom. She tried to open the door but it was locked! “Nice try,” Olga said laughing evilly. Realizing she was cornered, Vika jumped onto the bathroom sinks. She was right in front of one of the mirrors. “Alright Vika,” Olga said, icily. It’s time for you to become my suka!” She locked her eyes on Vika and fired a red laser out of them.

Fortunately, all of Vika’s dance training had paid off. It had given her incredible agility. She rolled off the sink and onto the floor, causing her to hurt herself. However, not only did Vika’s quick reflexes cause caused Olga’s laser to miss, it caused the laser to bounce off of the mirror and hit Olga between the eyes. She gave a small sign and feel to the floor in a crumpled heap.

After recovering from her fall, Vika saw Olga’s current state. While all of her instincts told her to run, her curiosity got the better of her.

“Olga,” Vika asked with surprisingly genuine concern, “what’s going on?”

“I am hypnotized,” she slurred. “What is your next command?” 4.

“What do you mean hypnotized?” Vika asked as she got up off the floor and had Olga do the same.

“I have been hit by the MKULTRA-RF laser,” she explained her voice suddenly becoming a robotic monotone.

“What’s that?” Vika asked, genuinely puzzled.

Olga then went into a long exposition about the phenomenon. She was part of a family of Russian oligarchs who had planned to enrich themselves by influencing Westerners (among others) buy the company’s goods. It was named after a sinister but thankfully unsuccessful CIA mind control project. Olga had what was effectively a mind control ray surgically implanted in her eyes; though she could still see (she was par of a were a very powerful family). Due to the effects of the surgery, this was the first day she could safely use it. Vika was her first target. However, thanks to Vika’s reflexes and a bathroom mirror, Olga was its first—and if Vika played her cards right—last victim. However, this situation also gave Vika a means of payback.

Vika readdressed Olga: “so if you are hypnotized, that means you must do whatever I tell you to do, does it not?”

“Yes...must do whatever you tell me to do”

“Olga,” Vika said, “Come with me.”

5.

About ten minutes later, Vika and Olga were back in the dance studio basement. It turns out that in a sense, Olga would get her wish of experiencing kinky sex play with Vika, only Olga would be the one serving Vika. Olga would now be Vika’s bitch (or to use the Russian word for it suka). “Olga, hand me your whip, then take of all your clothes,” Vika commanded.

“Da, Miss Diktovich,” Olga said (da being the Russian word for yes). Olga gave her whip to Vika and took of her ballet shoes. Then she slowly stripped out of her leotard (due to the nature of the garment this did take awhile.) she also slid of her underwear (a dark bra and panties) letting free her magnificent breasts and sleek black tuft. She also undid her bun allowing her hair to reach down to her torso.

“Now Olga,” Vika ordered. “Go to those restraints on the right size of the room and put yourself in them. I will then whip you as payback for all the times you whipped me. You will hate every minute of it. Got that?”

“Da, Miss Diktovich,” Olga responded mindlessly.

She went over to what looked like a giant wooden board, laid on the board on her stomach. Then she put herself in the board’s black leather restraints. Vika joyfully skipped over to the now obsequious Olga. She then stepped back, and whipped Olga with all of her might. Olga shrieked in response. Then Vika whipped her again. Olga screamed. A long vertical cut where the whip had been appeared on her back.

Vika whipped Olga twice more. Then she released Olga from the restraints and ask if Olga kept a dildo on hand. She responded affirmatively and Vika had Olga retrieve the dildo. Then Vika took off all her clothes, Her nice breasts and blonde pubic hair were now on full display. She attached the dildo to her midsection.

“Suck it suka,” she commanded icily.

“Da Miss Diktovich,” Olga said robotically. Vika pulled up a chair and had Olga knell down. Olga then took the plastic phallus and put it in her mouth. She began snaking her tongue around it. Vika laughed contentedly.

“You like that don’t you suka?” Vika rhetorically asked.

Olga nodded her head in agreement. She continued working on the dildo even licking the fake plastic balls.

A few minutes later, Vika decided it was time for the finale. She had Olga disengage and get on the room’s bed. Then she got on the bed and inserted the dildo into Olga’s anus. “Looks like you’re finally going to get some sex from me,” Vika snarked. “However, you won’t be the one in charge. I am the dominant one. I am your mistress and you are my suka, say it.”

“You are...my mistress....I am...your suka,” she said, her voice strained from the previous sex play. Vika then began thrusting furiously. The dildo did its work going right into Olga’s anus.

“Say you want it, bitch.” Vika oreded. “Say you need it, suka!”

“Da, Miss Diktovich, I want it. I need it! Please, Miss Diktovich, I need it!”

Vika obliged, thrusting even harder and faster. The dildo was going in and out with greater and greater speed. Eventually Olga could hold it in anymore and climaxed all over the bed. There was even some gross material that came out of her anus and stained the dildo, (Vika did not dare speculate what it was).

After cleaning up the room (and themselves) both women redressed. Vika put the whip back into Olga’s holster and gave her additional instructions.

“Olga,” Vika said authoritatively. “You will now write me a proper letter of recommendation allowing me to get into the Swan Lake Theatre Company. You will write of me in glowing . Once the letter of recommendation is written and edited, you will email it to me. I will eventually wake you up from this trance. When I do, you will nothing of what has occurred down her or your effort to turn me into your slave. Moreover, you will never use your hypnotic powers again. You will never physically abuse any of your students ever again. Indeed you will only ever hurt someone with their consent, in lawful self-defense or enforcing a legal right you have. Whenever you hear me and only me say the words suka time, Olga, you will go back into this trance and do whatever I say. this but nothing else. Do you understand?”

“Da, Miss Diktovich,” she responded robotically.

“Oh,” Vika added. “ Actually, there is one more set out instructions that you must carry out. Listen carefully and implement them faithfully...” 6.

The audience cheered, the curtain dropped, and Vika Diktovich swelled with pride. It had been several months since her ocular adventure with Olga. Thanks to Vika’s hypnotic conditioning, Vika got a great letter of recommendation, had been hired for Swan lake, and had been performing for them for about three months. She had finally realized her dream! She was also being paid a very decent (but not exorbitant) salary.

However, her greatest triumph was probably her final revenge against Olga. You see, Olga had kept all of the video footage of her mistreating Vika (and even a few other dancers). Maybe she did that so she could reminisce about her victims at her leisure. Vika got Olga to send her all the footage and then reported her to the local police. To Vika’s great relief the police force saw the footage as a “smoking gun” and promptly arrested. Even better the male police force were not in the thrall of Olga’s beauty and ensured that she would be brought to justice. Will all the evidence against her, Olga really had no choice but to plead guilty. Then Vika (and a few other victims), sued Olga for battery and sexual harassment, among other things. Olga’s dance studio went out of business and every student she had victimized was justly compensated. On top of all this, Vika was hailed as a great heroine.

It was—for both Olga and Vika—the perfect coda to their story.