The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The local piano teacher in the small East Coast town was the definition of the word conservative. From her long dark hair with the odd gray hair in it, to her horn rimmed glasses and her almost Amish style of dress, which was far behind the times, she looked unassuming.

For the most part Ms. Lane was a spinster, a woman who, while only 29, dressed as a woman much older, thus hiding the firm, hard body she gained from years of ballet and Pilates.

One of her most frequent and loyal students was a young, mousy blonde girl named Shelly, who had her own issues. Shelly was teased and tormented by a much tougher, slightly older high school drop out, an angry young bi-racial girl named Monique. Monique extorted lunch money and ‘new shoe money’ from girls smaller than she was. A mix of black and Puerto Rican, Monique was tall and strong for her age, dabbled in Native black magic, and got off on controlling people and exacting their submission.

One day the mousy Shelly was walking to piano lessons and Monique jumped out from behind a tree and grabbed her in a choke hold. Shelly flailed in vain, but Monique was much stronger.

Monique quickly slipped a metal collar onto Shelly. The metal work of the collar made it look like snakeskin, so fine and detailed was the work. The tail of the snake fit snugly into the mouth and then the mechanism closed. It was almost as if the necklace was alive, so smooth was the movement. Shelly stopped resisting immediately and her posture stiffened. Her expression went blank and passive, and she felt her crotch warm and moisten. Her mind was cloudy and mostly blank. She heard Monique speak to her with an echo to her voice.

“Shelly, can you hear me?” Monique asked? A slurred, monotone reply came from Shelly. “ Yes,” “Good,” said Monique. “You will never remove the necklace I have given you, nor will you resist paying me, because I no longer have to scare you. You belong to me now Shelly, heart and soul and mind. You love to obey me Shelly, and will do anything I ask. When you are alone, you will touch yourself thinking about my having power over you. You will look up the most degrading acts online and fantasize about me doing them to you and you loving it.”

Then Monique leaned in and whispered in Shelly’s ear, her warm breath making Shelly’s legs quiver, she was so turned on by her tormentor.

LATER THAT AFTERNOON.

Shelly arrived for her piano lessons with two small, ornate boxes. She seemed a little more mischievous in her demeanor than normal, but Ms. Lane attributed it to typical teenage angst. The petite blue-eyed blonde was tiny and slim for her age, and had some maturing to do before she graduated. Now, to get to the lessons, thought Ms. Lane.

Shelly stepped forward. “Ms Lane” I think I finally solved my bully problem. Thank you for all your help. I wanted to give you this as a gift, if that’s OK, at least try it on before you decide.” Shelly opened the box to reveal the necklace.

‘Hmmm, I am not accustomed to taking gifts from students, but that IS a very unique and interesting necklace you’re wearing, although a bit exotic for my tastes. “Did you know it was my birthday today? Or is this just a happy accident? Said Ms. Lane.

“Oh, a happy accident I guess.” Said Shelly impishly. Ms. Lane exposed her pale, long neck, allowing Shelly to stand behind her and place the necklace on her. Once again the snake seemingly clasped itself and Ms. Lane bolted upright on the piano stool, sitting at attention, her eyes glazed and expression blank, unable to move. Without saying a word Shelly dropped to her knees and opened the other box, exposing two smaller snake anklets, and placing them on Ms. Lane’s muscular legs at the ankle the same way. Shelly stayed kneeling, prone as if in prayer, along side the immobilized teacher, as Monique came arrogantly strolling in.

“Ya done well, my little one.” Said Monique in triumph, “You may now show me your humility like we talked.” Shelly bowed to Monique as if praying to Mecca and eagerly licked the tops of her mocha feet, groveling. She darted her tongue into the toe cleavage revealed by the ballerina flats of her mistress and whimpered.

“Enough. Bitch, stand at attention before your new slave. And Shelly, assume a dominant pose.” Shelly stood in front of the frozen piano teacher who stared blankly into space as a tear streamed down her eye.

“Ms. Lane, you no longer have any animosity toward me, but in fact the opposite. Your body aches for and belongs to me now, and you will never remove your necklace or anklets. You have two mistresses now, the young Shelly, and above her, me. I am the puppet mistress and you two are my puppets for as long as I wish. This magic is strong. Shelly’s mind is weak and impressionable, and was easy to erase and rewrite. Yours may take a little time, but slow training burns in deeper and more permanently. “

I had her place anklets on you so even while your mind adjusts your body is totally under my command and of course under Shelly’s as your young lover. She will be done school at the end of the semester and will move in with you. “Shelly will train you under my instruction. Your body will obey her every command, no matter how perverse or degrading, and with time you will crave it, crave it like air to breathe.” Monique said with an evil grin.

Monique looked at Shelly and nodded. Shelly’s expression went from blank and obedient to sadistic. “Walk like a robot, and stand at attention before your owner” commanded the slender young blonde. Ms. Lane’s body helplessly darted to attention, Her breasts thrust forward, arms at her side. Another tear came from her eyes, as she mechanically walked toward her young mistress. “Remove your shoes slave” commanded to the young blonde. Ms. Lane kicked off her plain brown shoes.

Monique unbuttoned the boring gingham dress Ms. Lane wore and let it drop to the floor, Revealing a firm body with flawless pale skin, and large breasts, formerly hidden from view. Ms. Lane’s toes were polished red and her fit body was almost imposing, had she not been totally under the control of the necklace and anklets. “Kneel before me now slave” commanded Shelly. And Ms. Lane’s body obeyed robotically. She used all her strength to whimper: “Why Shelly, why?” “Slaves only speak when spoken to and you will not speak unless I command it, be silent”. You also may not have polished toes, they must be stripped of polish and remain plain. You will however, polish my toes, as part of your foot worship of me, holding the brush between your teeth.” Shelly demanded “Now, crawl to me and lick the soles of my feet in worship. You may only say the phrase: “I worship you Shelly, I am yours to command”

The tears flowed as Ms. Lane crawled to her former student, now her owner, her body doing what it was told while her mind fought in vain. She felt herself crawl to Shelly, She watched helplessly as Shelly allowed her worn leather flats to drop to the ground exposing the soles of her feet. Her soon to be new roommate and mistress sat on a tall chair, her thin tan legs extended, her lightly wrinkled soles drawing closer as she crawled. Ms. Lane felt her tongue extend, tasted the saltiness and leather, as she began to lick from the heel upward to the end of the toe, her voice emanating beyond her control, in a controlled robotic tone, no matter how hard she fought. “ I worship you Shelly, I am yours to command” with each slow, submissive lick.

Shelly leaned forward and allowed spittle to dribble down from her young mouth onto her own foot, directly in the path of Ms. Lane’s tongue. Ms. Lane was helpless to avoid it, and lapped up the saliva against her will. Monique whispered into Shelly’s ear. Shelly looked almost robotic as she said: “You are not worthy to kiss your mistress, but you crave her saliva, it’s a gift that makes your pussy twitch with pleasure. “You are my bitch now, and love submitting to me” “Say it like a slow chant, say it!, said Shelly.

Suddenly Ms. Lane’s hips bucked, even while in her crawling position, humping the air while on hand and knee, lapping up Shelly’s spit from Shelly’s foot. Ms. Lane said repeatedly: I am your bitch now, and love submitting to you” Monique addressed them: “Every act of submission and depravity etches into your brain just a little tiny bit, wearing down your resistance.”

Monique went to another room and came back with scissors. She cut the boring gingham dress and tore it in half. Shelly spoke: “You no longer need to dress so boring my slave-bitch, when we are at home as a couple, you will wear only bra and panties, or a bikini and pumps. “ Said Shelly. Monique smiled and left the two alone.

TWO YEARS LATER:

The blue-black haired, pixie haircut clad, lower back tattooed, full tat-sleeved woman of 31 slinked like a panther through the house, wearing little more than baby oil and a shiny-vinyl bikini. Her pale white skin made her tats look all that much more colorful.

Her patent leather pumps clicked on the hard-wood floors. The images on her tat-sleeved arms were of a fit, blonde dominatrix. Her tramp stamp was large script and simply said: ‘OWNED”. She carried a tray of fresh fruit, oatmeal and coffee. She was still fit, but thin, you could almost see her ribs, as she placed the tray of food before the very deeply tanned, Corn-rowed muscular blonde who now sat on the piano, her Birkenstock clad feet resting on the bench, her legs spread revealing her clean shaven pussy. Her toes gleamed with sparkly red polish, flecked with silver.

“Breakfast is served mistress, may I pleasure you while you eat?” said the slave woman in a very low voice. Shelly just pointed to her pussy while she eyed her meal. “Yeah bitch eat your breakfast while I have mine, then I might let you lick my sweaty feet for dessert. I know you love the flavor of Birkenstocks on me, don’t you bitch?”

“Almost as much as I love your asshole, mistress,” replied Ms. Lane. As Shelly began eating, and Ms Lane began going down on her, the door opened and slammed behind them. They both looked tentatively, and then heard a familiar voice. “Attention” it demanded, and both women jumped to full attention, blank expressions, chests forward, arms at their sides.

Monique strolled into the room, her hair cropped short, looking only a few pounds heavier, wearing a sweat stained tank top and camo pants with combat boots. Her face was still pretty and exotic but she looked tough, sexy but tough. She walked around the two women at attention. The super-fit, deeply tanned blonde and the skinny tatted out brunette.

Monique grabbed the necklaces and in one quick pinch motion they released, but the expressions and demeanors of her worshipping slaves did not change. They remained at attention as she removed Ms. Lane’s anklets. She put the jewelry into her pants pocket.

Monique then sat on a tall chair and untied her boots. She dropped them to the floor with a thud. Neither woman flinched. Monique flexed her sockless feet and flexed her toes.

Slaves, kneel before me and worship my feet. Both women walked as if sleep walking, And mechanically kneeled before Monique. They looked up at her with adoration as they began licking her feet methodically, cleaning them with their tongues. “ I told you that shit would burn permanently into your mind. Now I can use this jewelry at the base, and have you two pleasure me while I am on leave. Then you can go back to being a happy couple until my next visit. Once I get my promotion, I can come home every weekend. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” asked Monique. Both women answered in unison: “yes mistress”. “Once you finish my feet, I’ll flip a coin and see who licks my pussy and who licks my asshole, and maybe as a special treat you can each lick under my arms.” continued Monique. Both kneeling women responded by humping the air just hearing the phrase.