The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jessica Kanko woke up earlier than usual for her final day at the main headquarters of the Pleasure Bunnies corporation. Kidnapped and brainwashed as a seventeen year old high school senior, she had served in the headquarters in a number of capacities, both sexual and nonsexual, for three years. Three fulfilling, obedient, years, until she fell in love with the man who would be her Master.

Pleasure Bunnies like Jessica who were given some independence and agency often ended up in a situation like her own. As she showered for the final time at headquarters, she recalled how a few sexual rendezvous with her future Master had ended up in a real date, which ended up in another date, which was followed by her accompanying him on a vacation, which then ended up with her submitting fully to him.

She cleaned herself off as the shower ended and dried her tan, sun kissed, body. A few months from her twenty first birthday, the brunette beauty was beyond thrilled by her situation. Jessica was stunningly beautiful, a bit surgically enhanced, but mostly natural, devoted to pleasing, and madly in love.

The brunette Pleasure Bunnie dressed in the only outfit not already packed away for her trip. A pink sleeveless turtleneck hugged with ample breasts. A plaid miniskirt and white stockings showed off her shapely legs, which were accentuated further by the five inch heeled black pumps she slipped onto her feet. Her makeup matched her tan features, with green eyeshadow and heavy mascara bring out her dove like blue eyes. All in all, Jessica exuded feminine beauty and submission.

Jessica finished dressing and was tapping an acrylic nail against her phone’s screen to open an email when there was a soft knock at her apartment’s door. She walked over to the door and found Quinn, her travel companion and future housemate, smiling at her.

The chestnut brown haired girl hugged her friend. Seemingly always a perfect hue of tan, Quinn was tall, long legged, and had very large natural breasts that, previous to her reprogramming as a Pleasure Bunnie, the shy girl had always kept hid. Now she was quite proud of them and the self confidence that came with a positive body image. Her brown eyes matched her tan skin and reflected happily to Jessica, thrilled to be setting off on their adventure together.

“This is so exciting! We get to live with Master!” Quinn brightened and hugged Jessica again. Quinn was, technically, the slave of Jessica’s Master also, but before Jessica could reassure Quinn of the hierarchy, another knock came at the door.

The raven haired lady at the door was Arianna, now second in command at the Pleasure Bunnies corporation. She gave a small wave to them. “Are you girls ready for your big trip?” Both nodded with Jessica nudging her head gently towards her final bag of things. “Great!”

Arianna took her hands and placed one in each’s girls. “You have a long journey today, but I will be with you until you reach the airport.” She hugged Jessica. “I am very proud of you. This is a very big day for you.” The brunette hugged her superior back. “But come now, it is time to go.”

Jessica went back into the apartment and picked up her last bag, with some day to day things that could not fit in a purse, and handed it to the Asian Pleasure Bunnie that stood behind Arianna. The Bunnie, dressed in a pink maid uniform with the name “Kimmi” hanging off of her black collar, took it obediently. Taking one last look back at the apartment she had lived in for the past three years, she sighed, turned, and closed the door on that part of her life.

In the limousine, Arianna sat quietly across from Quinn and Jessica. Ari was lost in her tablet reading notes from a previous meeting with a buyer she was meeting after their airport trip who had a strong desire to purchase a few more Bunnies for “executive staff.” Bemused, the raven haired Mistress toggled through some Bunnies in the programming queue to see if any of them fit his usual needs and desires.

Meanwhile, Quinn and Jessica were playing a word game with each other. The simple minded Pleasure Bunnies kept it to small words, but enjoyed their fun as their tedious travel continued through the day.

Ari looked up from her reading glasses at the girls. She could not believe Quinn had been a shy wallflower before becoming a Pleasure Bunnie. The girl’s body was wrapped in a skintight shirt and tiny miniskirt. Even while breathing, her body was erotic and, frankly, perfect. The chestnut haired beauty would make tons of money.

The girls chatted as they played their game. Once in awhile, Quinn would ask Arianna a question about the Pleasure Bunnies or anything else. Ari humored the girls until Jessica’s phone rang. The call came from her Master, who she spoke to for a few minutes before handing the phone to Quinn, who excitedly promised to be a good girl.

Arianna noticed how nervous Jessica seemed. The confident airhead teenager had become a great asset as a Pleasure Bunnie, becoming a girl that could be relied on with clients and other assignments as she matured. Often, her business partner William ran ideas for future Bunnies past Jessica to see if the dim, but somehow also insightful in her simplicity, girl had any ideas. Many times she had decent thoughts and some of them have been applied to the program.

Celia Lehane looked up from her sister’s office desk and nodded at the man entering the room. Mr. Anderson, she did not bother to look up his first name, she barely gave a shit, was led in by an expressionless, mindless, Bunnie. The former teen prostitute also held the door open for the man’s wife, Mrs. Anderson, who was six months pregnant and beginning to have difficulties getting around. Another Bunnie came in behind her and stood at attention next to the pregnant Pleasure Bunnie.

“Oh,” Mr. Anderson said as he saw Celia, “I was expecting your sister dear.”

Celia glared at him for a moment. Dear, seriously? “Um, yeah, everyone is pretty occupied right now, so Ari told me to take on your case.” She looked back down at the tablet on her sister’s desk. “I see that you are here for your wife’s check up,” she paused, looking over her glasses and stared at the woman’s swelled breasts, hid behind a tight sweater.

Mr. Anderson nodded. “Yes, Audrey is ready for her next checkup.” He took his glasses off and gently wiped a lens on the cloth in his jacket pocket. Mrs. Anderson stared straight ahead, smiling cheerfully after looking over at her Master briefly.

Celia put her own glasses on and looked at her notes before looking up at the stunning blond Bunnie who stood next to Mrs. Anderson. “...and I see you are trading in Anastasia. There is no reason specified in my notes here.” She asked the question like an accusation; fill out your fucking paper work.

Mr. Anderson stared over at the Pleasure Bunnie with a look of pure possession. He eyed her like someone would examine a nice sports car. “This one is fine and all, but I would like to have her exchanged for someone a little younger. She is only 22, but I think the girl can be used somewhere else.”

He paused, waving his hand towards the women he owned. “In the growing gated community I am the mayor of, with the help of your boss, we are building a community where traditional values and gender roles can be applied and people who share our beliefs can thrive. This one can certainly be sold off to someone else who is seeking one like her.”

Celia rolled her eyes internally. “Ah, yes, the good old conservative values and all that. The 1950’s and stuff. That seems to be popular with certain sorts of buyers.”

Mr. Anderson gave the girl a gentle smile and watched her for a moment, like he was picturing her as some docile trophy wife. “It may seem old fashioned to you young people, but many people feel the way I do. Our community is about promoting proper values.”

Celia tapped at the tablet on her desk for a moment. The empty Bunnie who had escorted the Andersons into the room suddenly began moving and stood next to Mrs. Anderson. “Master, with your permission, may this one take your wife for her checkup?”

Yes, of course sweetie.” Mr. Anderson smiled at the girl.

Celia had a feeling he would have an interest in her. “As for Anastasia,” she changed the subject, hoping to move on from this case as soon as possible, “I can make no guarantees for what will happen to her, but I am happy to take the names of potential buyers you have in mind.” She took down a note with the two names he mentioned. “There are no promises, Mr. Anderson, because Anastasia will go into the buyer queue. Those buyers will have first crack at her, but if they pass we will be in touch.”

Celia stood up, straightening her cardigan, and shook the man’s hand. “We will be in touch with further information soon. Do you, um, want to say goodbye to her?” She pointed at Anastasia.

“Obey her,” he command the Pleasure Bunnie, pointing at Celia. Celia bit her lip so she would not violently sigh.

The man left after a few more pleasantries. Celia tapped out some commands on her tablet and Anastasia came to life, turning suddenly and swaying out of the room to a programming pod somewhere in the complex. Creeped out by the man, whom she had heard about from her lover Kristen, she made some notes to make sure that Anastasia would be schedule for full reprogramming and processing. No one that man suggested was getting anywhere near her.

At the airport, Arianna got out with the girls and led them towards security. “Okay, well,” she paused and hugged a surprised Jessica, “we will have weekly video conferences to discuss your work in Colorado. You be a good girl, okay?” She hugged her again.

The Pleasure Bunnies co-owner turned to Quinn. “You be good too. Follow Jessica through the airport and onto the place. On the plane, keep to yourself.”

Quinn smiled proudly. “Yes, Ma—” She stopped herself, realizing the curvy brunette was in public. Mouthing the words, the Pleasure Bunnie gave a manicured wave at her superior and followed Jessica towards security.

Arianna stood watching them for a brief moment. Her attention was drawn to Jessica shapely ass, which was hugged by a very tight dress. As she walked back to the limousine to head home, Jessica led Quinn through the airport. Her flowery, tight, dress and wedge heels certainly drew the attention of many onlookers, as did Quinn’s miniskirt, open toe pumps, and extra tight shirt, which held her impressive breasts very snug in their place.

With a determined look on her face, Jessica maneuvered their way through the airport. Only once did she look at her phone to check where they were. After a few minutes, and at least one very disgusting comment from a man who passed them, they made it to security, where they were bother waved through because of some kind of program that allowed them to not have to endure the invasive scanners.

Quinn held onto Jessica’s hand as they made their way onto the plane; she waved at the TSA agent who stared way too long at her chest. On the plane, they found their seat and ignored the eye roll from their row-mate. The professional woman they sat next to rolled her eyes at them, but Jessica still smiled and said hello with an offer to give her the better seat in the row.

Satisfied, the woman went back to her tablet. Jessica, in part, envied the woman’s ability to be fulfilled with a man’s command in her head, but also eyed her stockinged legs. After making small talk for a minute, the brunette Pleasure Bunnie pulled two sets of ear buds from her purse, handing one pair to Quinn.

Both Pleasure Bunnies toggled up a play list that had been synced to their phones before they left the complex in the morning. Closing their eyes, each gently relaxed and allowed the subliminals in the soft jazz music playing in their ears to put them in a moderate hypnotic state. Neither would disturb their row-mate as they quietly napped, breasts heaving slowly up and down as they breathed almost in unison.

Each was lost in a distracted, empty state where their thoughts just did not come together. It left both feeling rather at ease and eager to please once they awoke as the plane began to land, which had been timed almost perfectly by the programmer assigned to them today. A sleepy Jessica stretched and looked over at the tablet sitting next to the woman beside her. Quickly memorizing her name, she hoped Master might have a use for the woman later. She would make a great staff member for Master William and Lady Arianna too!

After a quick drive into town, Jessica and Quinn passed the main part of the sleepy Colorado town and entered a one way, wooded, entrance. This two mile long, unpaved, but fairly flat, path led them to an opening where a sprawling mansion opened up in front of them. The mansion was huge, and Quinn and Jessica shared a smile as their limousine came to a stop in front of it.

Before they could get out, both Jessica and Quinn received a text message. It was their Master: Come right in. Your driver will bring all of your things inside The girls shared a knowing smile and got out of the limousine. Their heels clicked across the pavement of the drive way. The half mile walk up the sprawling drive way led to the large doors of the mansion. A digital screen was facing them. Somehow, without knowing why, Jessica knew to place two manicured fingers inside of it so they could be digitally read for her fingerprint and a specific trace from her chipped body. Satisfied with her, the right door opened slightly, allowing the beautiful Pleasure Bunnies into the mansion.

Behind them, the door automatically remained ajar while their driver began obediently bringing their things inside the mansion.

“Now, honey,” the middle aged blonde Pleasure Bunnie, clad in a pink skin tight latex nurse uniform, “this Bunnie will be a good one to train you.” She, a tag with the name “Sammie,” waved a white tipped hand at the eager looking Bunnie, wearing a similar latex uniform, this one the standard white, to prompt her over to where Anastasia lay in a black, upright, tube. The Russian girl stared straight ahead, empty blue eyes looking still and empty.

Sammie took the recently brainwashed Bunnie named Joey, a brunette with platinum streaks through her hair, by the hand and led her over to Anastasia. “This Pleasure Bunnie will be given a complete makeover and reprogramming so she can be sold.” Sammie, a polite southern smile on her face, continued. She had been the head nurse at a hospital before being kidnapped, brainwashed, and brought here to be one of the head nurses in the new clinic that the Pleasure Bunnie Corporation uses for the new nanite process they used on Bunnies. “She will be soaked in the bath and then given a full reprogramming by the handsome technicians in the next building.”

Joey smiled back and nodded. The brunette had been the roommate of a girl that had been kidnapped and turned into a Pleasure Bunnie. After asking a few too many questions, Joey was also brought here and personally brainwashed by her former roommate into the devoted on staff nursing assistant she was now. The college student, she still attended two nights a week to keep up appearances during her final year of college, had come out of her time being reprogrammed a deeply eager and enthusiastic Pleasure Bunnie. She wanted to use all of her skills to control and program all of captives her superiors brought into the clinic.

Joey stared down at the girl in the tube. “I can’t wait to reprogram her so she can please.” A beautiful smile lit up her face. “She will please!” The bubbly nurse clapped her hands enthusiastically.

Sammie hung over the girl, but stepped back a little, heels clicking and echoing on the floor, so she could instruct her. The nurse instructed the girl to click a few buttons, which closed the tube with a quick swoosh. The black tube was impossible to see into minus a small glass screen that showed Anastasia’s beautiful, expressionless, face. A tingle went up Joey at how mindless and enslaved the Pleasure Bunnie looked.

Sammie motioned her assistant towards a large video screen to the side of them. Joey stated the obvious. “This is how we see her.” Her instructor agreed with an encouraging nod. “It will have read outs.”

Again, Sammie nodded, proud of the girl. She pushed a few buttons, making sure Joey followed along before both looked up to see some readouts begin to show up on the screen. “If Anastasia was not already a Pleasure Bunnie like us,” Sammie began, “we would have to make sure she was secured and already tranced. Unless a subject is very easy to trance, which happens sometimes, they are drugged beforehand to make them more susceptible to brainwashing. The subject will then be tranced and then programming begins.” She turned and faced Joey, whose large eyes were half distant, part of her programming, as the nurse obtained new information that would let her please. “This subject, Anastasia,” her southern drawl hung on the girl’s name, “clearly does not need that.“

Joey blinked a few times, coming out of her own light trance. “No, no, the subject certainly does not.” She remembered back to her own struggles as her roommate betrayed and aided in her brainwashing. The college girl was placed in a similar tube, drugged, and then the last thing she could recall for nearly two weeks was a screen sliding up the glass window that she screamed towards and pretty pink and purple lights and spirals dancing in front of her eyes. When she awoke two weeks later from her conditioning, Joey had become a proud Pleasure Bunnie devoted to pleasing.

Sammie continued to teach the process to Joey. “Sometime before this, an administrator will have signed off on the subject’s new programming. A technician will also send the specific programming to the clinic with the appropriate formulas, which other nursing Bunnies work on beforehand. Once her new programming is approved and her nanite bath had been brewed, the subject is ready for programming or reconditioning.”

Joey nodded along as Sammie redirected her towards the next machine, which had a large laptop connected to it. She tapped a nail against a few keys and pointed at the screen before them. “This is your final stop before a subject is programmed or conditioned. This screen is where you will see readouts about the subject and their specific training. Don’t worry if you are not familiar with some of them.” The nurse turned and smile at Joey. “I am going to teach you now and it will be further reinforced via your next conditioning session.” She gave the girl a reassuring smile.

Sammie pointed a manicured finger at a button, which Joey obediently pushed. A few more keys on the screen followed, her white tipped nails bouncing off of them in repetition. After a few moments, the soon to be former Anastasia, a Russian immigrant whose fate was sealed the moment she began working in the same bank as Mr. Anderson, was soaked with the nanite mix made especially for her. Lights began dancing in front of her and new programming flooded her mind. As the Pleasure Bunnie’s body and mind began to be reprogrammed, Sammie sat with Joey, teaching her how each notification that came on the screen would help aide her in turning other women into the best Pleasure Bunnies they could be.

After Jessica and Quinn arrived in the mansion, they looked around at the expansive home. It was at least four floors and various Pleasure Bunnies, mostly clad in maid uniforms, could be seen working on the different floors. Each Bunnie had a collar around their neck with a name tag dangling off of it like most Bunnies did at headquarters. Jessica smiled at how cheerful and obedient they looked as they went about their tasks. She could not wait to meet and get to know each one.

Jessica was startled out of her day dreaming by Quinn’s squeals as their master came out of the kitchen to the left of them and gave the girls a wave. Quinn moved towards him as quickly as the high heels on her feet allowed, pulling him into a big hug. Jessica stayed back for a moment but then gave a small wave to the love of her life, and walked over, the five inch heels on her feet totally normal to her, and feel into his strong embrace.

Master and slave embraced quietly for a minute while Quinn looked on, a tear streaming down her face. Finally, Jessica knelt before him with Quinn joining after a moment. She looked up, smiling, and quietly spoke. “Master, how may I serve you?”

Her Master calmly knelt down, pulled a fresh name tag out of his pocket and exchanged the “Jessica” tag for a “Jessi” tag. Jessi blinked and softly smiled at her Master. Months of slow burned conditioning came to the foreground as she accepted her new place as his slave and wife.

Which was literally true in fact. From a legal perspective, Jessica Kanko had not existed for about two months. Brent and Jessi had stolen away for a weekend at that time and gotten married in a quiet ceremony. Legally, Jessica Kanko ceased to exist at that point, but until now it was easier to keep up that facade. Now, she could properly serve her Master as Mrs. Jessi Milford.

Brent leaned down and kissed his wife gently. Behind them, two of the maids that Jessi had seen above them came down the stairs, shiny black pumps clicking across the steps as they came down. One of them looked familiar to the brunette, but she couldn’t place her from the endless Pleasure Bunnies she had been surrounded by the past few years. After awhile, they become fairly nameless and anonymous.

Brent turned to the maids and nodded to them, causing both to smile in a flirtatious manner. “Please take Quinn to her room and help her settle in.” He turned back to his wife. “I will be giving Mrs. Milford a tour of the mansion.”

Neither maid spoke, which Jessi would realize quickly was fairly normal. One of them, a redhead, gently put her hand on Quinn’s arm and the girl rose, smiled at the maid, and followed her up the stairs to her room upstairs.

Upstairs, Jessi was led to her room, which was painted pink and was filled with a gigantic closet with endless pairs of shoes, dresses, and makeup. Obviously, she would sleep with Brent, but during the day she could settle in at this room to dress and generally learn how to please her Master. That was her duty in life after all. She smiled as the maid showed her the endless piles of shoes. Her husband knew what she liked and gave her about ten thousand dollars worth of it.

After setting down a few things and showing their driver where to put her things from the flight, Jessi’ escort maid led her to see Brent’s models, who were all in their rooms at the moment. Across from her own room was the maids bedroom, but down the hall was a handful of rooms filled with feminine noises.

The first room she stopped at was home to Sandy, a brunette with extremely large, but natural, breasts. Her face was a bit awkward and obviously her nose had been broken once but never fixed, which seemed odd. According to the notes Brent had given his wife, the brunette’s appeal was in part because of that. Her body was much more appealing than her face and it sold thousands of subscriptions to her website, where she appeared in various outfits, but never quite getting completely naked.

Jessi thought it was odd that the girls had not come out to see her yet, but quickly realized why. Sandy seemed to be lost in reading a fashion website on the tablet in her manicured hands, almost like she was under some kind of hypnotic trigger. After Jessi stared for a long moment, she realized the girl’s actions were those of someone that was deeply hypnotized.

“Huh,” she muttered to herself before moving onto the next room. In that room she found Stacy, a tomboyish girl, who couldn’t be much older than the legal limit, who was playing a video game, yelling loudly in a girlish voice into a headset. Somehow she could play a game despite the long, pink tipped, nails on her hands. She was dark haired and wore little, if no, makeup and tight booty shorts, pink running sneakers, and a skintight pink jersey representing the local football team. Stacy too, after Jessi observed her for a few minutes, was obviously deeply entranced. Her actions were very....fake was the word Jessi finally found. The girl’s actions, her personality, her very existence, had obviously been deeply programmed into her. Nothing about the girl was real.

The final girl, Tiffany, was what Jessi had come to know as a “full treatment” Pleasure Bunnie. Platinum blond hair, obviously fake breasts, and various other surgical enhancements highlighted the girl, who was “camming” with a nervous sounding male. Tiffany giggled a bimbo-laugh at the man, who Jessi would later find out had bought cam time with the girl as part of her website’s promotional deal, and told the man all about a recent shoe shopping trip she had undertaken. The details of the trip were obviously fake to Jessi, a veteran of cover stories and lies, but the man ate it up. Tiffany was too short, too perfect, and it made her sad for the man that he could not tell.

Suddenly, as Jessi reflected on what she had just seen, her phone rang. It was a familiar ring tone, which she smiled at as she answered. “Hello, Sir,” she began the conversation with William, who was checking in with her. “Yes, it is nice, Sir.” She nodded slowly. “Yes, Sir. I am so grateful for being a Pleasure Bunnie, Sir.”

After hanging up with Jessi, William Cullen, head of the Pleasure Bunnies Corporation, stepped back into the programming room that he had excused himself from to call the Bunnie. He had been quite proud of her progress and was thrilled she was enjoying her new surroundings.

He reentered the room with a nod to Sammie and Joey, the nurses assigned to Anastasia’s reconditioning. A few hours being soaked had re-molded the girl into the default “sex doll” format that was currently popular with buyers in the purchasing queue. Based on some buyer data and information returned to their superiors by on site Bunnies conditioned to fuck, and spy, on buyers, she had been given a rather laudatory bust and was now a redhead. The pink lipped Bunnie stared straight ahead, mindless eyes empty as she was blanked for resale.

William stared at the readouts on a monitor attached to the tube. Most of them he understood, but, with the fluidity of brainwashing technology, a few things he did not. He turned to the mature nurse Sammie. “How is Anastasia progressing?”

Sammie smiled warmly and answered, her warm southern accent filling the room. “Sir, she is progressing as normal with no hindrances. Already conditioned Pleasure Bunnies often pose no problems.” She glanced briefly at Joey.

William nodded. “Yes, indeed. Hopefully we can find a new home for this one. I think she will be popular with buyers in the queue.”

Joey gave him a flirty smile. “Whatever I can to help her be the best Pleasure Bunnie possible, I will happily do, Sir. I want her to please so I can please.”

If William noticed her flirting, or distracting cleavage hanging out of her uniform, he did not show it. “Of course you do. Obey Sammie’s instruction,” he glanced briefly at the older nurse, “and you will please.” The small tablet in his blazer buzzed and then beeped for an upcoming appointment. “Girls, I need to go, but I will except an update on her progress later.”

“Yes, Sir.” Both nurses curtsied and then returned to their work.

Back downstairs, Jessi encountered her husband again and greeted him with a kiss. “How are you settling in,” he asked her.

Jessi smiled and nodded. “I met the girls upstairs.” She paused and considered mentioning her earlier observation about their level of conditioning, but decided against it. She took his hand in her own. “I would love to see more of the mansion. I saw the top floor, but how about this one?”

Brent began to lead her across the floor. “Follow me.”

Brent showed the new Mrs. Milford around the first floor of their new home. Beyond the large kitchen, were two Bunnies dressed in maid uniforms were attending to various duties, he showed his wife their large swimming pool, which was enclosed with beautiful solar windows and kept heated all year. In the front of the mansion, through a door in the pool, was a decent sized gym that Jessi envisioned working hard to keep her form perfect for her husband.

Above the gym was a small programming center for on site conditioning. Husband and wife stood in front of a two way mirror and Brent explained how each girl was programmed. A college aged girl was currently struggling in a tube, but after being given a shot by a nurse ceased resisting and exemplified docility as her previous life began to be brainwashed away.

Later in the evening, after Jessi and Brent had made love, they picked Sandy and Stacy to entertain them for the evening. On their large bed, The Milfords had their slaves flirt and tease each other before finally kissing. Sandy stripped down and gave both Master and slave a lap dance before Stacy went down on both of them.

While Sandy fucked herself with a vibrator to the amusement of Jessi and Brent, Stacy knelt smiling. Downstairs, the four maids assigned to the Milford’s mansion entered the large closet on the first floor, snapped to attention, and turned “off” for the night, joining the other cleaning supplies.