The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It was late morning on a Saturday. Normally I’d already be up by this point, but last week at the office had been especially brutal and I really needed to sleep in. Being the new intern meant that everyone saw fit to treat me as an errand boy and/or punching bag—with my supervisor Andrea being the worst offender by far.

But I wasn’t at work, I was sitting on the front porch of the house I was renting, soaking up the morning sun while I ate my breakfast. Normally a house even as old and run-down as this one would be unaffordable in this neighborhood, but the previous occupant had died suddenly and took the property value down with him. I mean no disrespect, of course, but I’m not particularly squeamish about death, so I was happy to find a discounted place

“Morning, Brian!” I heard a familiar voice call out from down the street. I turned to face it and saw my neighbor Ms. Barrey jogging in my direction. I was always happy to see Ms. Barrey—I helped her move some furniture not long after I moved in and she’d been friendly to me ever since. She was a recent divorcee in her late 30s, so I think she was excited to make some new friends.

It also didn’t hurt that she was insanely attractive. Her long brunette hair was tied in a ponytail that bobbed up and down as she ran. Lucky for me, that wasn’t the only part of her body that was moving in such a fashion.

Although tragically concealed under a sky blue tank top, her c-cup tits were nonetheless a sight to behold as they bounced up and down with each stride. I had to be careful not to check her out too obviously as she made her way over to me to chat, setting her phone down on my railing.

It was pretty standard small talk between neighbors, aside from me occasionally sneaking a glance at her perfect body. She listened as I complained about work, and I returned the favor while she complained about dealing with her ex-husband.

What changed the conversation was when I asked a completely innocuous question.

“So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?”

Ms Barrey perked up and answered with a smile.

“I’m heading up to the Manor to help out Mr. Radshaw in a bit.” This caught my attention.

The Manor she was talking about was Elgin Manor. It loomed on a hill overlooking the whole neighborhood, the kind of place kids make up ghost stories about.

“I didn’t even know anyone lived up there,” I replied. “I just assumed it was a historic site or something.”

Ms. Barrey smiled.

“Yeah, Mr. Radshaw lives up there. He’s really nice, but quite old. I think he’s a widower. I saw him in his garden a few weeks ago on a run and asked if he needed help. Since then I’ve been heading up every Saturday to do a bit of cleaning.”

I wasn’t surprised Ms. Barrey made that offer, she always struck me as the generous type.

“Well good on you, I’m sure he’s glad to have some company. Anyways, I’d better let you get back to it.” I said, happy to talk but not wanting to take up any more of her day. We said our goodbyes as she got back to her run, giving me a nice view of her ass silhouetted through her black leggings.

I sighed, turning to go back in the house when I noticed Ms. Barrey’s phone still balanced on my railing. Shit, she’d forgotten it. I thought about dropping it off at her mailbox, but it was a newer model and I didn’t want to risk it being stolen by some opportunistic thief.

If I wanted to return it, I’d have to hand it over in person. Thankfully, I knew she’d be at Elgin Manor in an hour or so. I decided to make the trek up later, taking the phone with me as I went back inside to get dressed.

An hour ed and I was climbing up the hill towards Elgin Manor. Seeing the building that normally loomed in the distance grow closer really brought into perspective just how out of place it was. What was otherwise a small but fairly developed town had this massive, dark Victorian mansion standing in complete contrast to the surrounding landscape.

Not only that, the whole property was surrounded by a wrought iron fence. The Manor radiated intrigue, but was scarcely discussed among the locals. Hell, I didn’t even know anyone lived there until about an hour ago.

I finally made it to the entrance, blocked off by an ornate iron gate. Thankfully it wasn’t locked, so I was able to pull it open and slip through with no trouble. I made my way towards the entrance, ing a surprisingly well tended lawn accentuated by small gardens. It was honestly strange knowing this whole massive property was occupied by only one man, and an elderly one at that.

As I approached the ornate wooden doors marking the entrance to the Manor, I found myself experiencing an unexpected sense of trepidation. The property was so alien to my mundane, normal life it almost felt like crossing a threshold into another world. I was about to use the massive brass knocker when I noticed the door was actually slightly ajar. I pulled it open a bit and poked my head inside, hoping to catch Ms. Barrey in the entryway and hand her phone back without any fuss.

The inside of the Manor was almost exactly what the mind would conjure up based on the exterior, an entranceway decorated eccentrically with extravagant red carpeting, antique furniture, and walls covered with old mounted objects and treasures. Some were to be expected like deer busts and paintings, while others seemed just a bit stranger, like a bow and arrow and what looked to be a jewel-encrusted dog leash.

My observation of the many strange artifacts lining the walls of the manor was interrupted by a distinct clacking of hard shoes against a wooden floor. The footsteps were quick, and given the only other occupant was an elderly man, I realized that they must belong to Ms. Barrey. It sounded like she was in the hallway just up a flight of stairs next to the entrance. I decided to let myself in to quickly complete the hand-off.

As I stepped through the doorway, I felt what can only be described as a rush. Like my heart took a beat five times as strong as a normal. I recovered quickly, thinking little of it as I took my shoes off and began trotting up the stairs. As I reached the top, I turned toward the hallway I heard Ms. Barrey’s footsteps from. When I rounded that corner, however, I came face-to-face with a sight beyond my wildest dreams.

Sure enough Ms Barrey was there, but she wasn’t wearing her leggings and tank top, or her normal jeans and blouse. No, she was wearing a full, honest-to-god, black and white French maid’s outfit. Puffy, frilly, but tight around the waist, it was something I could only imagine in my wildest fantasies. She even had black nylon leggings to match, with a pair of shiny black heels to boot, no doubt the source of the hard footsteps I’d heard at the entrance.

Her face was completely neutral as she used a feather duster—an ACTUAL feather duster—to clean a ship-in-a-bottle that was oriented delicately on a small antique side table. I stared on in awe, watching as she bent over to dust under the glass, giving me a direct view of her ass. A pair of black lace panties was the only thing obstructing my view of her pussy.

I was frozen in shock and arousal. My mind was completely dulled to any sense of sensation or thought. The sight in front of me was simply too baffling for my brain to properly comprehend. I was broken out of my stupor by the sound of a high pitched bell ringing out from a room at the end of the long hallway.

Ms. Barrey immediately jolted upright and faced towards the source of the ringing, her ponytail swishing with the sudden motion. Without any hesitation she began a brisk walk towards the room, her heels clacking the whole way down.

Moments after she entered the room, I swiftly but quietly followed, needing answers to the thousands of questions swirling around my head. My grip tightened around Ms. Barrey’s phone, still clenched in my hand.

I could hear nothing from outside the door, but it was cracked open just slightly. Inside, I could make out an elderly man in a red bathrobe sitting on the edge of an elegant king-size bed, presumably Mr. Radshaw. His eyes were closed and he was leaned back slightly, seemingly lost in a pensive state of relaxation. I could only make out a sliver through the crack in the door, so I leaned over slightly to get a better view of what was in front of him.

That’s when I saw, in full, undeniable view, Ms. Barrey, still donned in her maid attire, knelt down in front of Mr. Radshaw with her lips wrapped around his cock. I had fantasized about scenes similar to this before, but witnessing her pleasuring the old man with all her might is what finally shocked me to my absolute core.

In a moment of shock and disbelief, my grip on Ms. Barrey’s phone loosened and it fell, landing on the hardwood floor with a deafening, unignorable thud. In an instant, Radsaw locked eyes with me. I panicked, bolting down the hallway towards the exit. Hurrying past the ship-in-a-bottle, I heard a rapid clacking behind me. I turned and saw Ms. Barrey, still in her revealing maid outfit, sprinting at me full speed with a look of terrifying, inhuman determination painted on her face.

That one moment I took to turn around allowed her to close the distance and tackle me to the ground with shocking force. The force of my impact on the ground caused the ship-in-a-bottle to roll off its perch and shatter onto the floor. Before I could even consider my next move she had my hands pinned behind my back, using her body weight to render me immobile. I wasn’t a weak man by any stretch, but she had a complete death grip on me.

I was able to move my head enough to look up at her, only to be greeted by that same alien expression etched on her face. There was no friendliness or familiarity in the eyes I had once ired and longed for—only cold determination. Then she clocked me in the back of the head with the handle of her feather duster and everything faded to black.

I awoke slowly, and in pain. I tried to feel around at the source of the throbbing pain on my head, but found my hands bound. I jolted awake to yet another unimaginable scene. I was sat in a gilded chair, hands tied behind my back and legs tied to the chair. I quickly recognized the room as the one I saw the old man getting sucked off in.

Speaking of the old man, he was seated in front of me, still on the end of his bed. He was holding an black cane in front of him, simple but elegant, with a small gold eagle sculpted on the top. Beside him stood Ms. Barrey, immobile and staring straight ahead into nothingness with her hands at her sides, a blank expression on her face.

I tried to wriggle free but it was no use. The old man let out a gravelly chuckle in response.

“That won’t work lad, but I implore you to calm down. You’re in no danger.”

I glared back silently, my eyes occasionally darting to Ms. Barrey, looking more like a mannequin than a person.

“Firstly I must ask, how did you enter this place?” Radshaw asked calmly.

“What do you mean how? I walked in” I muttered. Radshaw shot me a quizzical look.

“See now that’s interesting. People normally can’t come in here without being invited. Jessica darling, did you invite him in?”

“No, Master” Ms. Barrey responded in a subdued monotone.

I choked a bit hearing her call him Master. He clearly had some sort of influence over her, but I had no idea how he could get her to go so far as attacking me. Radshaw noticed my reaction “You know this woman then?” He said, bracing himself on the cane as he stood up. I said nothing, but my body language made the answer obvious. “She’s quite wonderful, I must say.” Radshaw said as he stroked her cheek. She showed no reaction whatsoever.

“What is this? What did you do to her?” I sputtered. Radshaw chuckled.

“I asked her to help me keep my house clean. It’s difficult to get around at my age” Radshaw chuckled to himself.

He lowered his hand to her breast and gave it a gentle squeeze, the fabric of the maid uniform folding around his touch.

“She’s quite beautiful, of course, so I asked her to help me with some other things too”. The memory of Ms. Barrey fellating Radshaw flashed back into my mind. Her lips wrapped tightly around his cock, her focus entirely fixated on his pleasure. My fist tightened. Radshaw noticed this.

“That makes you angry. Or perhaps... a bit jealous?”

His eyes probed to see my reaction. I turned my gaze away sharply. Radshaw lowered himself back down to the end of the bed.

“You’re right, young man. I did do something to her. I was struck by her beauty when she asked to help me tidy my home, and once she stepped inside I used this—” He gestured to his cane “—to make her subservient to my desires”.

I examined him carefully, looking for signs of dementia or madness, but his demeanor remained cool and collected. And frankly even if he were acting unhinged, Ms. Barrey standing mindlessly next to him disputed the notion of this being a man’s fantasy outright.

“As I said earlier,” Radshaw continued, “I will bring no harm to you. You’ll return to your own bed tonight, and Ms. Barrey here will as well. But before you go, I’d like to show you something. Jessica, my dear?”

“Yes, Master?” She responded. Radshaw lifted the cane lightly off the ground then brought it back down with force. As the tip of the cane hit the ground I could hear an unusual crispness to the noise it made. Like the crackle of a campfire. Ms. Barrey’s whole body jolted upright.

“This young man here has come here to return your phone. Be a dear and reward his good deed properly, won’t you?”

For the first time, Ms. Barrey’s demeanor shifted away from the emotionless obedience she had been demonstrating. She moved gracefully and knelt down in front of me, cupping her warm hands around my face. Our eyes locked, her expression warm and confident.

“Thank you for bringing me my phone, Brian. I truly appreciate it”.

Her voice was downright sultry, something I’d never expected to hear from Ms. Barrey. Before I could formulate another thought, Ms. Barrey closed her eyes and leaned her head forward, kissing me deeply. I was overwhelmed by the sensation of her lips pressing into mine, her tongue exploring my mouth. I found my own eyes closing as I leaned in, embracing the fantasy-turned-reality. I stayed in that moment for as long as I could, until I heard the crack of the cane hitting the floor again and felt Ms. Barrey pull away.

“Well done, my dear” Radshaw said as she turned around and knelt at his feet. She looked up at him with an expression I can only describe as reverence as Radshaw once again placed his hand upon her cheek.

“You have performed your duty excellently, Jessica, but it is time to move on”. Ms. Barrey showed no reaction.

“Please untie the young man for me, then be on your way. Oh, and don’t forget to change out of your uniform.”

Radshaw stamped the cane again and Ms. Barrey swiftly turned back to me and began undoing my bindings. In moments I was freed, but I didn’t move from the chair. Ms. Barrey then walked out of the room, her heels clacking all the way down the hall.

Radshaw stood slowly, using the cane to his weight, and walked slowly towards a large window.

“I meant it when I said you shouldn’t have been able to come in here. Unless the Master of the House invites them in, anyone who attempts to enter Elgin Manor is supernaturally dissuaded.”

I watched on silently.

“If you were able to enter of your own volition, then the Manor must recognize you. Which means that this Manor, and all it entails, could be rightfully yours.

I finally summoned the courage to speak up.

“And what would that mean?”

Radshaw continued to stare solemnly out the window.

“It would mean you would live here, and be able to use the Manor’s many treasures. But more importantly, than that, you could attempt to solve the mysteries contained therein.” Radshaw’s tone turned wistful.

“I never amounted to much in my life. I simply drifted from one factory job to the next. My brother was the Master of Elgin Manor before me, but he scarcely took any interest in the many artifacts here. He found one that suited his fancy, then simply neglected the rest.” Radshaw stared down at the cane, his expression unreadable.

“This Manor holds many similar and unique wonders to this one. When I learned of its true nature, I was enraptured by the mystery of it all.” A faint, sad smile appeared on Radshaw’s lips as he spoke.

“If only I had inherited the Manor during my youth. Alas, I’m nearing the end of my life. I can barely walk on my own, much less explore the vagaries of the Manor.” Radshaw finally turned back to me.

“Which brings us to you. Should you choose it, the Manor will recognize you as the new Master of the House.”

Radshaw gave me a wistful smile.

“You’re young, and you don’t strike me as a fool like my brother. You have curiosity in you. You would do well.”

I studied Radshaw’s face, but I couldn’t spot any signs of deception. If what he said was true, if he was offering that kind of power, and maybe even more…

Radshaw turned back to the window.

“It’s getting late. If you do not wish to take up the mantle, that is acceptable. Simply don’t return, and eventually a worthy person will enter the Manor by chance.” He paused.

“If, however, you decide you do want to become Master of the House, return here tomorrow. I’ll be gone by then.”

“Where are you going?” I asked, finding myself concerned for the old man despite everything.

“Please,” Radshaw said with a resigned but nonetheless bright smile “do leave that mystery for me to solve”.

I woke up Sunday morning, having gotten little sleep the night prior. I began preparing breakfast as I weakly pondered if yesterday’s events had somehow been a dream. The dull throbbing at the back of my head quickly dismissed that notion as the memory of Ms. Barrey knocking me out reasserted itself.

Ms. Barrey... Radshaw said she’d be fine, but I didn’t know for sure. I made my way out onto the porch and waited. Sure enough around 30 minutes later I spotted Ms. Barrey, back in her athletic wear, jogging towards my house like nothing happened.

“Morning, Brian!” She called out as I tentatively greeted her with an uncertain wave. She ran up and started making small talk as usual, but I was too unsettled to match her energy.

“Everything okay?” She asked with gentle concern.

“Y-yeah” I responded unconvincingly. She raised her eyebrow at me, not buying it for a second.

“Okay, it’s just... Are you really okay with cleaning for Mr. Radshaw?” I had no idea how she was rationalizing this, so I tried to ask as neutrally as possible. Ms. Barrey’s expression morphed from concern to confusion.

“Who’s Mr. Radshaw?” She asked. My eyes widened.

“T-the old man, the one who lives up in Elgin Manor.” Ms. Barrey turned to look at the Manor in the distance, then looked back at me.

“I didn’t even know anyone lived up there. I just assumed it was a historic site or something.”

I tried my best to hide my shock at what she was saying, but clearly I wasn’t doing a good job.

“Do you need help, Brian? You don’t seem well.”

“I... um... yeah. I think maybe I need a bit more sleep.” Ms. Barrey put her hand on my shoulder

“Just please take care of yourself, and come find me if you need anything.” I smiled back, appreciating her kind nature.

“Of course, Ms. Barrey”.

I watched as she jogged off, once again iring the view of her ass. I flashed back to the sensation of her kissing me, the look of reverence as she stared up into Radshaw’s eyes, the devotion on her face as she sucked him off.

“The Manor, and all it entails, could be yours.” Radshaw’s words echoed in my mind. I made my decision and began the trek up to the Manor, not even bothering to get dressed.