The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

Cameron was a Scottish name that meant crooked nose.

However, if you ever met Cameron Walkerton, especially, on the golf course, you’d think the name meant “short temper.”

Indeed, the 22-year-old Cameron was to golf what John McEnroe was to tennis. That is, she was exceptionally talented, but incredibly ill-tempered and scarily competitive. Yes, she had won—or at least—placed highly in—several competitive golf tournaments. However, it was not uncommon for her to be awarded penalty strokes for angry outbursts, or even thrown clubs, when things didn’t go her way.

Her performance in the final round of the North American Women’s Golf Professionals Association (NAGPWA) Tournament was a case in point.

Cameron, you see was competing against Avery Parr, one of the greatest female golfers on the continent, if not the world the world. About 13 years her senior, Parr had several trophies and titles to her name, and she fully intended to add the NAGPWA trophy—and $250,000.00 in prize money—to her collection.

In addition to being an exceptional golfer, Parr was also a very attractive woman. She was tall, with red hair, deep brown eyes a round, suntanned but still Caucasian face, decently sized breasts, and pretty, long legs that were always clean shaven. She was currently wearing a yellow golf shirt, white gloves, white khaki shorts with white socks and sneakers.

Cameron wasn’t a slouch in the beauty department either. Though smaller than Avery she was still a stunner to look at. She was svelte, with braided blond hair, c-cup breasts a beautifully sculped face, and—when she felt like doing it—a bright and warm smile. She was wearing a sleeveless light blue top, with a black golf visor, white golf gloves. Her shorts, socks, and shoes, were the same colour as Avery’s.

The competition was fierce. These two women had more than just pretty faces. Both had trained extensively ever since they were in grade school (though they began with mini-golf) and had a lot to show for it. Cameron also had several trophies honorariums and financial awards—and a few photoshoots for swimsuit magazines to her name.

This also made for an intense golf game. Both women had to deal with big bunkers, water hazards, optical illusions, among other obstacles. There was one rule—exclusive to this final match—that Cameron found particularly frustrating: the golfers had to play the ball where it lands.

So far, Cameron’s ball was landing in the most frustrating places. Places like the top of a steep hill, sunken bunker, or within a small makeshift forest. A lot of profanities left her lips.

That said, Cameron was golfing quite well, despite the hostile terrain. Avery had setbacks too. Eventually they reached the eighteenth hole. The golfers went in alphabetical order, so Avery putted first. She swung her club gracefully and—wouldn’t you know it—got a hole in one.

Cameron was annoyed but remained composed. After all, she could certainly duplicate Avery’s feat. She got into position steadied her club, swung as skillfully as she could. Woosh, the ball went from the forest to the green and went right into the hole…or so she thought.

Then she heard a beeping noise. “Uh-oh, it looks like that wasn’t a hole in one after all!” the male announcer’s voice boomed. “It just hit the cup. That means Avery Louise Parr is the winner!”

“Fuck!” She shouted at the top of her lungs. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Then she began bashing her club on the floor in anger. She was like a woman possessed. Her skins turned read, veins pulsed out of her neck and a horrific scowl appeared on her face. Unbeknownst to her the whole thing was being recorded on the golf course’s, jumbotron.

“Well,” the announcer quipped. “It looks like we have a candid Cameron on camera!”

This, not surprisingly, lead to golf officials removing her from the course. It also caused the audience to either gasp in surprise or laugh derisively. Though Cameron played golf rather than baseball, it was safe to say that she had struck out.

2.

Fifteen minutes later, Cameron has extricated herself from the din and the prying eyes of reporters, fans, and jumbotrons. She made her way to the VIP changerooms reserved for the tournament’s participants to take a shower.

She certainly needed one. The day had been hot and her outburst had only increased her risk of heatstroke. She also found showers to be relaxing and refreshing. She was just about to enter the changeroom when someone tapped her shoulder.

“Hello Cameron,” Avery said. “How are you doing?”

“What do you think?” She snapped sarcastically, whipping around and scowling at her victorious opponent. “I bet you’ve come here to gloat.”

“Actually, no,” Avery responded. “While you did put on quite a show out there. I am concerned about your well-being.”

“Well, that’s none of your concern, bitch,” Cameron growled

“You look tense,” Avery replied nonchalantly. “Why don’t you just look into my eyes so you can get some peace.”

Cameron glared at Avery and was ready to let her have it. However, all her anger and ill-will disappeared when she saw Avery’s eyes. Avery’s eyes did not look normal the insides were black and her pupils were white and dilated. It was almost as if each eye contained a bright, glowing golf ball. Cameron found them quite captivating. Indeed, they were all encoming and seemed to swallow her up. She couldn’t look away. Soon, she didn’t want to look away. She just wanted to stare into Avery’s soothing and seemingly endless eyes. Cameron was lost in Avery’s eyes.

About two minutes later, Cameron’s eyes shut and her head slumped forward. Avery smirked. Her special ability had done it again. As an avid golfer she had been taught sports hypnosis at an early age. She had such a knack for it, she began studying a more magical type of it. Though a mere muggle, she had finally mastered a supernatural form of hypnosis that worked like it did old Hollywood movies. That is, it would allow Avery to completely control the mind of the person she used it on.

Currently, that would be Cameron.

Now, Avery, did not usually use this ability for personal gain. For example, she never used it to cheat in golf tournaments, break-up non-abusive relationships or to steal money or other items. However, Cameron’s little conniption had been thoroughly embarrassing and being a bisexual, Avery had her needs, so she made an exception.

“Cameron,” Avery asked. “Can you hear me?”

“Yes,” Cameron whispered. “I hear you.”

“You are lost in my eyes correct?”

“Yes,” Cameron agreed sleepily. “Lost in your eyes.”

“Because you are lost you need someone to guide you,” she continued. “That someone is me.”

“Need…you to guide…me,” she affirmed choppily.

“That means you must do whatever I command. Say it.”

“I must do whatever you command,” Cameron droned.

“Excellent,” Avery said triumphantly. “Now, follow me into the changeroom. Let’s go take a shower.”

3.

Surprisingly, when the two entered the changeroom, it was empty. It was also clean spacious and beautiful. Avery took her hypnotized slave by the hand and lead her into the shower. “Cameron,” Avery uttered. “We are now going to shower. To do this, we must take off all our clothes and our shoes. When I clap my hands, you will do just that. As you do you will become more sexually attracted to me. Once you are completely naked you will want to make love to me with all the ion you can muster. When I turn on the shower we will begin to make love. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Cameron replied robotically. Avery clapped her hands. Cameron kicked off her shoes, removed her socks, dropped her shorts and pulled her shirt over her head. Now standing in lacy white underwear. Cameron removed her visor, bra, and panties.

Naked herself by now, Avery couldn’t help but ire Cameron’s nude body. She had huge breasts that were just asking to be touched, hairy blonde bush, and skin that was covered in sweat, which somehow—at least right now—made her look even more attractive.

Avery looked good nude too. Her breasts showed no sag whatsoever, her legs were long fleshy pillars, and her clit was shaved and professional. She was also covered in sweat and it wasn’t just because of the heat of the day.

She walked over to the shower and flipped the on switch. A burst of cold water instantly shot out of the showerhead. It sprayed all over Avery’s body.

“Make love to me, Cameron,” Avery commanded.

“Yes…” she droned. “Make love to you.”

Cameron ambled over to her mistress, who then pulled her in and kissed her hard on the mouth. Cameron responded in kind, her inhibitions removed by Avery’s hypnotic conditioning. Avery then reached over, grabbed a bar of soap, broke off the kissing and began to lather herself.

“Lick all the soap off of me Cameron,” Avery ordered.

“Lick all the soap off,” she repeated tonelessly. Then she stuck her tongue out and went to work, licking Avery’s shoulders, breasts, neck and legs. Then Avery put some soap on her clit.

Instinctively following her commands, Cameron knelt down and buried her head between Avery’s legs.

She licked her mistress’s pussy with gusto, loving its smooth feel. Avery loved it too, feeling great pleasure with each lick. After two more minutes of this, Avery was ready to orgasm. A few seconds after that, she did. Her juices splashed all over Cameron’s face

Avery then had Cameron kneel under the showerhead so the water could wash away the juices on her face. Then Avery lathered her with soap and proceeded to do the same thing to Cameron she had Cameron do to her. She licked off all the soap and paid particular attention to Cameron’s breasts. She licked kissed and even nipped at her curvaceous c-cups. Cameron was alternatively giggling and moaning in pleasure.

Avery finally got to her lower region. She took out her tongue and licked at Cameron’s bodacious bush. She loved the taste of her pubic hair, ignoring the occasional taste of soap that crept in.

She went at it harder and harder, faster and faster, until Cameron was about to burst. A few seconds later she did, splashing cum all over her mistress’s face. Her pleasure was doubled in realization that she had pleased her mistress. It would be the first of many orgasms.

4.

About 30 minutes and lots of lovemaking later, Avery and Cameron, though still quite wet, had dried off and redressed. Avery turned to the captive Cameron to give the ill-tempered golfer final instructions. “Cameron,” she commanded. “When I snap my fingers you will wake up from your trance. You will not our lovemaking or being hypnotized by me. You will only an intense shower. Now if you hear my voice and only my voice say the words ‘shower stroke, Cameron’ you will fall back under my spell and do as I say. I also want you to one more thing…”

5.

Avery smiled as she entered the grounds for the charity golf tournament. It was shaping up to be a great event with a $100,000.00 prize to the winner’s favourite cause. If Avery won, the money would go to World Vision to help children in poverty all over the world.

Of course, this time she wasn’t competing alone.

“Which club would you like to use for your first putt Ms. Parr?” Cameron asked meekly.

That’s right. It has been two months after Avery’s “encounter” with Cameron who had now become Avery’s well-paid caddy. She’d never have to worry about Cameron competing against her again, though they would still have regular rendezvous in the shower.

“I think I’ll use the silver nine-iron,” Avery responded.

“Here you go, my love,” Cameron said, handing over the club.

Avery smiled. Cameron was still an exceptional golfer but had stopped having temper tantrums whether it be on or off the green. No matter how well she did at golfing, Avery would ensure that she would always be under Parr.