The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

A long, hot shower ( and some sweet shower sex) fixes almost anything. Between being too disgusted to order, much less enjoy what she knew would’ve been another one of “Mama” Ginevra’s incredible desserts at Berlusconi’s even though she did manage to somehow enjoy her fine meal, and actually do so while Enzo Caruso ate his dinner and ran his mouth, sometimes doing both at the same fucking time and having agreed to NOT kill him for his very insulting behavior toward her, her slaves and Mama Ginevra after she spoke with his nephew Anton on her cell phone, and the hot sex she had with Veronica and Bethany in the limo during the ride back to the hotel, Rochelle Saan Martine wanted nothing more than to simply take a long, hot shower, enjoy some more private time with her beautiful slaves and simply relax when she got back to her penthouse suite at the Valley City Royal Regency hotel. Thank God the Royal Regency has twenty four hour, five star room service. Especially the world-famous, absurdly expensive and sinfully self-indulgent desserts that Rochelle so absolutely adores. Having enjoyed the hot shower, the satisfying sex AND the Royal Regency’s famous $1200 “Sweet Berry Dreams” organic vanilla bean and Bijin-hime strawberry ice cream served in a Baccarat cut crystal, “keepsake” ice cream bowl, she was currently standing comfortably nude on her balcony enjoying both another glass of red wine and the extensive and very scenic view of the surrounding valley that was the source of Valley City’s very original namesake with her long, loose and natural silver hair being blown dry in the late evening breeze. Except for the thin, expensive, black leather collars around their necks, her equally nude slaves were kneeling behind her. They were sitting on their ankles, their hands on their knees, leaning slightly forward with their heads bowed as they awaited her smallest command. Rochelle had, of course, made sure that her devoted slaves had eaten well when they got back to the hotel. For some reason, she was surprised when Veronica and Bethany had both ordered the “Festa a Tre Piatti” or Three plate feast in Italian. Well named, the feast consisted of, among other choices, a Chef’s salad, breadsticks with marinara sauce and a gourmet Spaghetti Bolognese. Best when paired with a proper red wine, of course. Rochelle smiled to herself when she realized and freely itted that she genuinely enjoyed Veronica and Bethany’s simple presence as much as their obedient, if ittedly forced, servitude. After all, they ARE two very beautiful, intelligent and interesting women and the frequent sex she has had with the two former super heroines has been very satisfying! Additionally, while they knew virtually nothing about Valley City’s costumed heroes, they have been VERY informative concerning their fellow super heroes back in River City. Rochelle now possessed a much fuller knowledge and a better understanding of the city’s heroes and their various powers and abilities. Now she not only knew the secret identities of several of River City’s costumed heroes, but the personal relationships of several of them. She also possessed a much better understanding of not only the limits to their various powers and abilities, but their individual weaknesses and where they were truly vulnerable as well. She smiled a rather lustful smile as she thought about two of the more famous heroes in particular.

‘Hmm, Omega Girl is almost certainly the most physically powerful Super on the planet. And now I find out that she’s quite the submissive as well? She wants to be dominated? Wants to be forced to her knees and used as a sex slave? Who would’ve ever imagined that such a powerful super hero was actually such a subservient, little slut at heart? And Luminaire is her daughter? And she’s even more submissive than her mother? Luminaire needs to be a slave? She literally craves it? Lacie and Katie Frasier, mother and daughter, born to be powerful super heroes AND obedient sex slaves? Hmm, certainly no irony there!’

Taking a moment to turn and look down at the two beautiful, nude women kneeling behind her, Rochelle smiles to herself as she momentarily imagines them being not the super heroes Shinobi and Red Rocket, but the sexy and much more powerful ( and famous) Omega Girl and Luminaire as her collared and obedient sex slaves. Disciplined as she was, the slight smile on her face was the only physical indication of the ideas Rochelle was entertaining in her mind.

‘And according to what my loving slaves have told me, the majority of River City’s female super heroes are, in fact, all just as naturally submissive as Lacie and Katie are. All, that is, except for this new super heroine, Cinema. According to Veronica and Bethany, in addition to being as physically powerful as Omega Girl, this miss Sabrina Cross possesses both a natural and powerful immunity to telepathic attack or influence and has an almost irresistible ability to enslave people herself. And if that wasn’t enough to pique my interest, she is also well trained in a very unusual and effective style of very old and unique martial arts AND is quite the natural domme herself? If what Roni and Bethany have told me about her is true, she could be a serious challenge for me. And after finding out that this Sabrina Cross actually enslaved several of the city’s heroines, including Veronica and Bethany a few years ago and went to prison for it, it only makes me like and want to meet her all the more now. And I do so love a true challenge. Hmm, perhaps I should make a return trip to River City sooner rather than later? Win or lose, it would certainly be... interesting! Ha haa.’

While she laughed at the implications of her newfound knowledge concerning River City’s costumed heroes and the possible results of “crossing swords” with the sexy and powerful Cinema, her erect, rock hard nipples were proof that she was also enjoying both the quiet, cloud-filled night and the strong and pleasantly cold wind that was blowing through the high rise buildings of downtown Valley City tonight. Even though it was now well after midnight, Rochelle had half considered making one more attempt tonight to hunt her “unicorn.” After challenging, defeating and enslaving the highly skilled ninja and telepath known as Shinobi, the same lovely miss Veronica Albinn kneeling nude behind her at the moment, while she was in River City a few weeks ago, she had been using Veronica’s own powerful telepathy as an amplifier to boost her already extremely powerful telepathic abilities to aid in the hunt for her mysterious, meta human “unicorn.”

Rochelle laughed again at the fact that she continued to use Vix’s unicorn reference. That was what Vix or rather Victoria Bridgewater, her very... former teammate and friend, had jokingly called the meta human telepath that Rochelle has been hunting for some time when Rochelle finally decided to tell her about it. Rochelle didn’t care if Vix, Sandra, Sophia and or Olivia believed her or not, she KNEW that there was an almost... inconceivably powerful telepath somewhere “out there” in the world. And she WAS going to find him. Or her. Find her AND make her her loving, devoted and obedient slave. She knew that if she could pull THAT off, that SHE would very likely become the most powerful meta human on the planet. And then...?

She also knew that if a telepath as powerful as she was convinced of did exist, she knew that even she couldn’t possibly defeat, much less enslave him or her by herself. She knew that, one on one, she would almost certainly end up being the one on her knees. Fortunately, she knew just the four ladies that could help her capture her unicorn. Unfortunately for her, the LAST thing those same four women wanted was to see her again. Alive, anyway. She laughed again as she mentally corrected herself.

‘Yes, Rochelle. They would all love to see you again. At least two of them want the pleasure of killing you themselves! Well, one problem at a time, Rochelle dear. First, find your unicorn, figure out HOW you make him or her your slave and THEN worry about how you possibly get their help!’

Lost in her thoughts, she turned around and sat on one of the two expensive, well-padded, full grain, leather ( lamb, of course) and Brazilian Rosewood patio chairs and made herself comfortable. Roni and Bethany silently adjusted their positions so that they were still at her feet where they belonged as they faced her. Both women moved to pleasure their Mistress as each thought best. Roni shifted to a seated position on the floor of the balcony, took her owner’s left foot and after lavishing several kisses on her foot and licking up her foot from the ankle to the toes and then gently sucking her toes for a few minutes, she began a very practiced massage as she skillfully focused her attention on the multiple nerve endings found in the foot to relieve the tension in her Mistress’s foot and leg and help her to truly relax. Bethany, in contrast, simply sat up on her hands and knees, looked up and after meeting her Mistress’s gaze, smiled a bright smile and happily began to kiss and lick her Mistress’s right foot and suck her toes. While she enjoyed the very different but equally pleasurable sensations coming from her feet, she quickly decided which she preferred. She looked down at Bethany and smiled as she pointed to a spot by the side of her chair.

“Bethany, my pet, come here. Roni, my sweet, you will continue with both of my feet. But this time, if I fall asleep, I want you to wake me up so we can go to bed. I don’t want to wake up a few hours from now still in this chair with you two asleep at my feet again, understand me slave?”

They all took a moment to laugh as they ed waking up right here on the balcony in the early hours of the morning two days ago when, after a very satisfying session of truly body-numbing sex with them, Rochelle had stepped out on the balcony to get some fresh air. Roni and Bethany had, of course, quickly climbed out of bed and lovingly crawled after their owner to serve her smallest whim. When Rochelle fell asleep during one of Roni’s incredible foot massages, the slaves didn’t know if they should dare to wake their Mistress up or not, so they knelt at her feet and waited for her to wake up until they too fell asleep. When Rochelle woke up a couple of hours later stiff and chilled from the cold, early morning air to find her slaves asleep at her feet, she quickly figured out what had happened and actually started to laugh. After taking a moment to look at the powerful, beautiful and deeply enslaved women sleeping at her feet, she woke them up and they followed her into the bathroom for a much-needed and very welcome hot shower. Together under the steaming hot water, they had happily worked the kinks out of each other’s sore, chilled bodies until all three had experienced an orgasm so satisfying it almost made falling asleep on the balcony worth it. Then it was time for an early breakfast and some strong Kona coffee.

“Yes, Mistress. As you command.”

Veronica Albinn smiles up at her owner, she is so happy that she has pleased her again. She loves her Mistress dearly and worships her with all of her heart and soul. Bethany quickly moves to kneel at her Mistress’s side. She feels no jealousy that their Mistress prefers Roni’s massage. She only cares that their Mistress is happy and satisfied. She bows low before her.

“Please, Mistress! How may I serve you?”

Rochelle smiles as she takes her sexy, auburn-haired slave by the chin and kisses her. She can easily read her slave’s loving, almost desperate need to serve, obey and satisfy her owner in her thoughts.

“Relax, slave. You serve me very well. Now be a good little girl, go to the kitchen and fix me a bowl of that incredible cherry ice cream I found when we were in that litttle boutique in the lobby earlier today and add a few of the organic cherries and the juice from the bottle as a little something extra. I feel like rewarding myself with some very cherry ice cream before bed.”

“As Mistress commands!”

Bethany lovingly kisses her Mistress again, then stands up and goes to the large penthouse’s full kitchen to obey her command. After watching her pretty slave’s cute, naked ass disappear into the penthouse, Rochelle turned around to very consciously enjoy Roni’s talented foot massage. She leans back in her chair’s sinfully soft leather padding, takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and lets herself relax. Without consciously trying, her powerful mind reached out as if on its own and linked to Roni’s mind adding her telepathic power to hers. With the increased power and her body feeling unusually calm and relaxed, Rochelle’s mind began to expand outward seemingly of its own accord. The first mind she touched was, of course, Bethany’s. With the addition of Bethany’s mental energy, Rochelle’s mind then slowly reached out and found an unknown couple in the hallway and added their energy. After having added the energy of everyone on the floor below, her mind then continued to expand out to the rest of the hotel. Absorbing the mental energy of everyone she encountered, Rochelle unconsciously continued out across the city, then the state beyond. Her powerful mind continued to expand far... afield. Without even realizing what she was doing or consciously trying, for the first time ever Rochelle’s powerful meta human mind was continuously picking up additional psychic energy as it tapped into and added the mental energy in the minds of the people she touched to hers as her mind continued to expand itself ever outward. This new, constant and additional psychic energy continued to flow into and through both Rochelle and Veronica as Rochelle’s telepathy continued to grow and expand outward ever further as it searched for its only target with more strength than ever before.

A little after nine in the morning, Giselle Devonshire was hidden away in her secluded back yard wearing her usual dark blue yoga pants and a matching dark blue sports bra as she sat comfortably, legs crossed and her hands in her lap, on a thick, round, dark blue padded cushion that sat in a six inch deep cutout in the center of a round platform made of solid walnut wood that measured two feet tall by six feet in diameter. She was deep in meditation. She was slowly and carefully allowing her powerful mind to relax. While she did this almost every day, she normally preferred doing it much earlier in the morning. But, considering her much more direct and personal involvement in the events taking place in Valley City at the moment, namely her own active efforts to rescue the five member, super hero team known as the Valor Force and the lovely, solo super heroine Miss Amazing from their enslavement to the powerful super villains known as the Royal and Stunner, her normal schedule was... “on hold” to say the least.

As she enjoyed the cool morning air, she slowly and cautiously allowed herself to relax completely as she lowered her psychic safeguards and slowly released the self-imposed mental blocks on her mind. She was, in effect, “stretching her psychic legs.” Being an EXTREMELY powerful telepath and omnipath, she had been forced to learn very early on that being able to relax like this was crucial to her mind, her health and her sanity. Keeping her powers, especially her primary meta human ability, her High Order telepathy, restrained was very taxing. And dangerous. As she mentally toured the city she already knew so well through the eyes of various people in town, locals and tourists alike, Giselle took several slow, deep breaths and smiled as she felt the built-up pressure on her mind slowly lessen. She smiled as she deliberately read no one’s mind. Focusing on the scale of the entire city and not on any individual mind gave Giselle her much needed distraction. Roughly twenty minutes later, feeling much more relaxed and refreshed, the physically blind Giselle uses her psychic ability known as remote viewing to look out on and enjoy the stunning view of another beautiful day on the Amalfi coast. Her smile turns into a truly amused grin when she senses it. Reflexively closing her eyes and now deliberately reaching out with her telepathy, she finally decides to make with someone she has not only been fully aware of, but quietly... observing for quite some time.

‘Hello, Rochelle. It’s about time you “leveled up.” I have to say I’m truly surprised it has taken a telepath as powerful and skilled as you so long to stumble across “psychic sourcing.” Drawing mental energy from the people around you and using it to temporarily increase your telepathic power and in so doing enable you to extend yourself further and further outward would seem to be an obvious idea, but truthfully, I must it that surprisingly few telepaths I’ve observed have ever been able to discover, much less accomplish it. I’ve been waiting to see if you could do it. I was beginning to wonder if you would ever find me. Yes, yes, I know all about you, Rochelle Saan Martine, your long search for me AND, of course, I know all about your... fantasy of making ME your obedient, little slave girl when you found me. So, congratulations, my dear... Psi Ann, you found me! And no, I am no unicorn. I assure you, I am all too real! Now, with that said, and the introductions now finally out of the way, when you truly believe that you’re ready, feel free to come and challenge me. But, until then..., GO HOME!!’

Wanting to make a very clear example and give Rochelle something to TRULY consider before she dared to actually come after her, Giselle focuses her own unbelievable psychic energy into so much sheer force that she easily captures and forces Rochelle’s mind to all but literally slam back into her physical body back in Valley City. Bethany hears the screams coming from the balcony a heartbeat before she experiences a level of pain shoot through her own mind and body that is beyond anything she has ever felt before. Collapsing to the floor, she lets out an agonizing scream of her own as she very nearly es out. Lying face down on the cold floor and feeling the convulsions run through her naked body as she lays there covered in sweat, she feels flushed, dizzy and nauseated all in the same moment. Bethany closes her eyes and holds her head in her hands as the world spins around her. She eventually manages to sit up and lean against the refrigerator, her head feeling like Veronica drove her katanna right between her eyes and left it stuck hilt-deep in her skull! She manages a few slow breaths. Still feeling dizzy and flushed as the pain slowly begins to fade, she stands up and finally manages to make her way out to the balcony to see her Mistress and Veronica both ed out cold, their bodies covered in sweat and convulsing just as she was. She has no idea what just happened, but she can easily see that it affected all three of them. Checking her Mistress and Roni to make sure they are alive and breathing, she relaxes somewhat when she finds and feels a strong, steady pulse and heartbeat from both of them. She tries to wake them up, starting with her beloved owner.

“Mistress? Mistress, are you okay? Oh by the Goddess, PLEASE wake up! Can you hear me, Mistress?!”

Getting no response from her owner, she moves over to Veronica and attempts to wake her as well. Her rising panic subsides slightly when Roni opens her eyes and smiles at her momentarily before ing out again. With Veronica’s head in her lap, Bethany leans back against the cold, iron rail and takes a few more minutes for herself.

‘Well, whatever the... hell that was, they seem all right, I... guess. I should probably just make sure they’re comfortable until they wake up? Oh dear Goddess, hear me, please let them wake up and be okay!’

Taking a few more deep breaths and giving herself another long moment to get over her own discomfort, Bethany gently places Roni’s head on the balcony’s smooth, concrete floor, stands up, and after gently and carefully moving her Mistress to the couch, she goes to the master bedroom and grabs the black, king-size comforter off of the bed and covers her with it. Having then laid Roni on the floor in front of the couch and placing a pillow under her head, she covers her fellow slave with a dark red quilt she also took from the bed. Weak, dizzy and still suffering from a throbbing headache of her own, but not knowing how else to help them, she sits in the large chair and a half to the left of the couch. She draws her legs up against her bare chest, leans against the back of the chair, wraps herself in a purple quilt and watches them sleep. Calming down as she watches her Mistress and her fellow slave’s chests rise and fall in steady, even breaths, she eventually falls asleep as she waits for them to come back to her.