The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

Sheepshead New Hampshire—March 2006

Sometimes it isn’t what you say, but how you say it, that matters.

Zsalie Ohana had learnt this the hard way. Though she had eventually immigrated to the United States with her family during her teens, she was born in Micronesia and her parents were Polynesian, and it showed.

Indeed, Zsalie was a tall, thin, woman in her late twenties. She had deep brown skin, shoulder length black hair, a special tribal tattoo indicating her Polynesian origin chestnut brown eyes, and long smooth legs. She was quite the exotic beauty—at least to those in the so-called West. She was decently dressed, wearing grey dress pants, and a black blazer over a black blouse. Her attractive face was circular and sported a professional yet still endearing smile.

Her appearance was not the problem, though. It was her accent. It was no problem in Micronesia, but in America, her accent wasn’t just thick, but obstructive. That is, it often made it incredibly difficult for Americans and other westerns to understand what she was saying.

This was particularly troublesome as Zsalie was in the running for her dream job as a newscaster with 3N (New Hampshire News Network) one of the most prestigious news stations in the state. Many of her interviewers also had trouble deciphering what she was saying. Zsalie. That would not bode well for her as a newscaster. She assumed the news station’s personnel weren’t racist, but she would hate not to be chosen because her accent impaired her communication—something that was very difficult to control.

All of this and more was why she had arrived at this office building in the early evening on a Friday. It was a six-floor stucco structure with beautiful glass windows.

Of course, Zsalie only needed to go to the third floor. That was where Gloria Halleck—performance coach and voice tutor—was located.

Indeed, Zsalie had heard a lot about her—all of it good. She was known to be the best voice tutor in the county if not the state. Even better, she was said to be particularly good at accent reduction. Apparently, she could reduce the heaviest accents and ensure crystal clear communication.

Zsalie hoped all of this was true. Not only because it would help her get her dream job with the news station, but because Halleck’s fees were steep (though not exorbitant). She wanted to get the most for her money.

Zsalie steadied herself, got into the elevator and pushed the third-floor button. Well, she thought to herself, here goes.

2.

Zsalie exited the elevator, found Gloria’s office, and knocked on the door. About ten seconds later, the door opened and a woman emerged. She was a tall, attractive, women. She was wearing a sleek but professional white blouse under a read blazer. Her business skirt and shoes,—they looked like pumps—were red also. She had bright blue eyes, shiny blonde hair that was done in a bun, thin picturesque glasses, and a warm wide smile. She looked like she was near Zalie’s age.

“Hello,” the woman said, extending her hand cordially. “I’m Gloria Halleck. Am I talking to Zsalie Ohana?”

“Indeed, you are,” Zsalie replied as she accepted Halleck’s handshake. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Gloria echoed. “Please come in,”

Gloria began to walk through her office and Zsalie followed suit. The office was clean and spacious with a bookshelf against the right-hand wall, a huge desk with a computer and swivel chair, a minifridge and a large burgundy futon, among other items. There was also a circular table and chairs in the middle of the room with an object that Zsalie couldn’t quite make out.

“Nice place, huh?” Gloria asked rhetorically.

“Oh, yes,” Zsalie agreed. “Very nice, lots of space, too.”

“I find such openness freeing and comfortable.,” Gloria explained. “Why don’t we get started?” Please take a seat at the table in the center of the room.”

“Will do,” Zsalie said as she said in the seat on the table’s right-hand side. This gave her a good view of the object on the table. It was a small golden metronome on a beautiful teakwood stand. It was quite eye-catching and Zsalie couldn’t help but stare at it.

“Ah,” Gloria chirped. “I see you’ve found my metronome.”

“Yeah,” Zsalie said. “It looks pretty cool.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Gloria said. “It’s going to play a big part in reducing your accent.

“Really?” Zsalie asked, surprised. “How do you figure?”

“Well,” Gloria explained. “The metronome is a toll used to help track time, length and beat. It can also help with monitoring vocal patterns.”

“I’m skeptical,” Zsalie said.

“I am not sure what your sexuality had to do with that,” Gloria replied confused.

“I said that I was skeptical—as in suspicious or doubtful not sexual.”

“Oh, I see,” Gloria said, now understanding. “Your accent made you difficult to understand. Fortunately, once I turn on the metronome we can correct that problem.”

“I hope so,” she responded, skepticism still in her voice. Gloria then flipped a switch. The metronome began to tick. Then it began to flash

“The metronome will be a great help. It will help soften your accent. Moreover, all you need to do for the metronome to work is follow it with your eyes. Just watch the metronome tick and flash, tick and flash. Put everything out of your vision and your mind. Just watch the metronome tick and flash.”

Zsalie did as instructed. She had to it that following the metronome was quite easy the golden flash in particular was quite enrapturing.

“That’s right Zsalie,” Gloria continued. “Keep watching the metronome, because it will be good for your voice. It will allow me to adjust tone, pitch and accent, but only if you follow the metronome. Follow the metronome with your eyes and mind and I can help you with your voice. That’s right follow the metronome and listen to my voice so I can help you with yours, Listen to my voice so I can help you with yours. Listen and obey…”

Zsalie did as she was told and kept watching the metronome. She was so fixated on it she couldn’t really hear what Gloria was saying except “listen and obey.” A few minutes later she heard Gloria whisper something. Her eyes shut instantly. Then her head slumped forward.

Gloria shut off the metronome and grinned lustily. Her exceptional vocals and beautifully crafted metronome seemed to be working once again. Now it was time to confirm it.

“Zsalie,” Gloria intoned. “I am going to test your voice. When I snap my fingers You will repeat what I am going to say to you and see it as the absolute truth. You will stop repeating when I clap my hands and tell you to do so but while you are in this trance you will believe they are absolutely true.”

She snapped her fingers and continued to speak. “I trust Gloria,”

“I trust Gloria,” Zsalie obediently parroted.

“I love Gloria.”

“I love Gloria.”

“I am sexually attracted to Gloria.”

“Obeying Gloria will allow me to reduce my accent.”

“Obeying Gloria will allow me to reduce my accent.”

“Therefore, I must obey all of Gloria’s commands.”

“Therefore, I must obey all of Gloria’s commands.”

“I will do everything she says without question,”

“Gloria is my mistress.”

“Gloria is my mistress.”

“Whenever Gloria gives me a command, I will respond ‘yes mistress.’”

“Whenever Gloria gives me a command, I will respond ‘yes mistress.’”

“I want to make love to Gloria.”

“I want to make love to Gloria.”

Gloria then clapped her hands.

“Alright, Zsalie stop repeating,” Gloria commanded.

“Yes mistress,” Zsalie slurred.

“Now stand up, open your eyes, and stare straight ahead but remain hypnotized.”

“Yes mistress,” Zsalie replied as she obeyed Gloria’s instructions.

“I am now going to take my clothes off.” Gloria detailed. “As I do so, you will remove your clothes as well, becoming increasingly aroused as you do so. When you are naked you will be ready to make love to me with all the ion you can manage. Understood?”

“Understood, Mistress,” she said nodding.

Certain of her control over Zsalie’s mind, Gloria began to disrobe. She began with her jacket throwing it on the floor. Then she undid and kicked off her shoes. Her blouse was next, pulling it over hear head and revealing a white bra. The bra quickly ed her other clothes on the floor. All that was left was her glasses—which she kept on.

Now done with her upper body area, Gloria went to her lower area, She slid off her skirt and panties, revealing some lush brown bush. She then went over to the futon and had it fold out into a two-person bed. This gave Zsalie a great view of her smooth ass.

Speaking of Zsalie, she was naked herself by now. All of her clothes in a neat little pile on the floor. Her decent breasts and smooth legs were there for all to see, Her dark tuft—a perfect match for her dark skin—wasn’t too shabby either.

Gloria then sat down on the left side of the bed and patted the right side.

“ me in bed,” Gloria ordered. “Then make love to me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Zsalie robotically walked over to the bed and was about to sit down. Then she hesitated. “I’m sorry…I can’t, don’t want to have sex…I…I”

Gloria frowned. However, she had dealt with such resistance before and knew how to get past that.

“Zsalie, if you want to reduce your accent you must obey me. Don’t you want to reduce your accent?”

“Yes Mistress,” Zsalie said after a long pause. “Yes…I do.”

“Then you must do as I say and make love to me.”

“Yes Mistress,” Zsalie said after another long pause. Then she got into bed with Gloria. Gloria pulled Zsalie towards her and kissed her ionately on the lips. Zsalie responded gently. They kissed again and Zsalie responded with more ion. The two woman continued kissing as they rolled around on the sofa bed. Zsalie’s enraptured face was reflected in the lenses of Gloria’s glasses.

After some more kissing, Gloria disengaged from Zsalie’s mouth and buried her head into her bosom, making sure to lick up and down her cleavage. Zsalie sighed in response. She also ran her hands down Zsalie’s legs.

Not wanting to have all the fun, she and Zsalie switched positions. Gloria moaned in pleasure as the entranced Pacific Islander went to work on her neck, breasts and belly button. She was really getting into it. Maybe she had some hidden ions that were now coming to the surface.

Gloria had Zsalie move down to her vagina and lick away at her bush. Gloria’s arousal increased with each lick and nuzzle. Zsalie went harder, faster, until Gloria couldn’t hold back anymore. She clamped her legs around Zsalie’s head, releasing a torrent of white juices all over the Polynesian woman’s face.

About 45 minutes—and several orgasms later, Gloria and Zsalie were cleaned up, fully dressed, and sitting at the same table and in the same chairs they were before.

“Zsalie,” Gloria commanded. “In a moment I am going to snap my fingers. When I do, you will awaken, refreshed and relaxed. Your accent, while noticeable will not be heavy nor will it hinder your ability to speak or create an additional burden for people hearing you. You not anything that has happened after, I turned on the metronome—except for a successful voice coaching session. Now if you ever hear me say the words “accent pitch” you will fall back into this trance and do whatever I say. that but nothing else. Also I am going to need you to do one thing for me…”

3.

Gloria hung up the phone feeling great pride and happiness. Zsalie had just called her saying she had got the job at the news station and would be starting tomorrow. She had also thanked her for her help and said her accent was under control and she couldn’t have done it without Gloria.

Gloria was glad that she had another satisfied client. She was even gladder that while Zsalie now had control over her accent, Gloria had complete control over Zsalie’s mind and body.