The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It turned out, despite her efforts, that Kira was just not made out for cheerleading. She was klutzy and could not keep up with the other girls, who had been training since childhood. She was greatly saddened by this, but Deanna and the others reassured her that everything would be fine. The team would begin arriving on campus soon, and all the men of the team would focus the girls on their various tasks. Kira would just be able to focus more on Benjamin. Hence, she lost focus on Deanna and barely kept up with her roommate during the rest of the time before the semester.

However, focus did she ever on Benjamin. Kira centered her life around structuring it so he, Benjamin, she now knew, would be pleased with the girl. The voice in her mind, which sang to her each night in bed, made her feminize herself to a point. Hair continued to be curled, nails were done in a classy manner (being classy was important to him), and she dressed in a manner unusual to the redhead. Long, flowing, knee and ankle length dresses and skirts, sometimes the white denim shorts or skirts he loved, and pencil skirts became the fashion aesthetic she lived by.

For the first time since elementary school, Kira began to wear her glasses again, having known his preference for them over contacts. With one brief week of exception, unlike many of the girls at camp, unfortunately including Deanna, the redhead was not dumbed down or made to focus on the vapid frivolities of life. There was a five day week period in the beginning where the voice did slow her thinking down, turning her into an elfin faced, red haired, ditz for a few days, but that was more to prove the control over her own agency that Kira had lost. The girl had sobbed upon realizing the bimbo she had become, at one point in the week unable to remember how to turn on her laptop, but became more vigilant and hyper-focused once her mind was returned to her. Benjamin loved smart women, and she was determined to please in that regard.

The weekend that members of the team were to arrive on campus, the girls were taken away to a special retreat. Kira was still a part of the squad, having taken on the role of student manager. The voice in her head announced that this was a made up title, but because Kira was so special she had earned it.

Which was what she was being told as they rode in a bus to the retreat. Every member of the squad, each more beautiful than the last, rode facing forward, sitting straight, eyes distant, lost in their training. You ARE very special, Kira, the voice sang, these girls are dingbats, toys given out as rewards for catching a ball. You aren’t stupid, in fact, you’re probably even smarter now that you are so focused. You are focused, Kira; focused on being what Benjamin wants of you. Brilliant, classy, and obedient. Later on, you are going to touch yourself while repeating that mantra: Brilliant. Classy. Obedient. It’s the three most important things you need to know. Don’t touch yourself now because, eww, public masturbation is for weirdos, and, oh, just look around. Very slowly, the entranced girl looked around, noticing the handful of cheerleaders rubbing themselves. You’re not some constantly horny bimbo! Anyway, try touching yourself with those acrylic nails they all have! Not fun. That’s what your trusty friend is for. Kira’s hand, the one that could be buried inside her white denim shorts, trailed across her bag where her vibrator sat.

The next thing Kira knew, she was in a small group discussing their first cheerleading meet, which was in about a month. Annika was there, and one of her dutiful followers named Katie. The discussion was about traveling plans and their relation to the football team’s schedule. The redhead’s job was to coordinate all the girls’ schedules so they could fit in meets, practice, their boyfriends, or girlfriends, which would mean speaking with each soon, and, by the way, class and study time. Not that, she thought as she looked around the room, many of the more dimwitted members of the squad would need much study time. Katie and a few others weren’t quite as crazed, which reassured Kira a lot.

That night, Kira slept soundly in a bunk bed, with Deanna above her. As she dreamed, the voice told her that they would be returning to campus the next evening. There would be a big party to welcome back the team. New squad members like Kira would be introduced to both the team and to their assigned team member. The redhead dreamed of the future, a future with Benjamin. She was brilliant, clearly the smartest member of the squad, classy, Kira had never really considered how much more sophisticated she was then the average girl her age, and obedient. Her life was to be devoted to Benjamin. She was so excited to meet him that she came in record time as her alarm went off in the morning.

The next morning, while Kira traveled back to campus with her squad, Benjamin Wetzel arrived on campus for his senior year. It was the second week in August, which meant time to return to the campus where he had become a star kicker on the football team. Benjamin had never had much interest in sports; his focus was more on studying and the arts. In high school, the six foot, brown haired, boy had played soccer, mostly to humor his sports crazy father. He did enjoy playing, but found the jock culture around it to be uninteresting. Literature, especially his favorite fields of ancient literature and science fiction, were what he enjoyed the most about life.

Soccer became a great way to stay in shape and, Benjamin had to admit, the potential of a college scholarship certainly helped keep his interest. However, his senior year the kicker for their football team broke his leg at a back to school party the first week of school. Benjamin was asked to try out and ended up joining the team for the rest of his senior year.

It turned out, he was really good at kicking for both distance and accuracy. He easily led their conference in both categories and was suddenly being courted by not only soccer programs, but schools with strong football teams as well. After visiting various campuses across the country, Benjamin settled on Ohmsford University in New Jersey, an up and coming, newly minted, division one school for both soccer and football.

After being on campus for a few weeks, he began to pick up on odd irregularities. A lot of the women who ran in the same social circles as the football team where hyper-sexual, amazingly beautiful, and often rather dimwitted. At the same time, unlike the normal stereotypes of the bimbo sorority girl, which there certainly were a segment of in the incoming freshman class of girls each year, Ohmsford’s sorority girls were mostly brilliant, some of the highest GPAs on campus, and often working on incredible research projects or involved with me, or women, who were pillars of the science, charity, or political spheres.

Right before his first semester began, Benjamin found out why. For the past ten years, Ohmsford had been a proving ground for a brainwashing conspiracy to program mostly women, but some men, for various functions. He was the horrified by this development, but found the curiosity of women being conditioned to do good in the world to be quite intriguing. Frankly, he didn’t care much about dumb girls being made...dumber...or enslaved, for that matter; he considered himself pretty liberal, but was content that some people were better off in that manner. That was easy to say as a privileged, white, male, but still he felt strongly about the issue. Even more curious was the opportunity given to the star players of the team to “acquire” a woman for themselves. Many of his teammates wanted some sort of dingbat sex toy, but Benjamin wanted someone with a bit more substance. He had held off over his first three years from making a decision. However, with his senior year looming, it was time to think about finding someone to settle down with for the rest of his life.

He had three major criteria in mind. Some that didn’t concern him included things like breast size, to him breasts were breasts, or a seeming need to be smarter or have a woman ready to fuck 24 hours a day. His three criteria involved a woman being brilliant, being classy, and being obedient.

To Benjamin, being brilliant meant using your mind to the best of your abilities. He despised dumb women and wanted someone who was intelligent and engaging. After having been with a few dimwitted girls during his time in college, he found that relationships like those bored him very quickly.

Being classy meant that a woman was not just intelligent, but also sophisticated in both attitudes and dress. No booty shorts or sprayed on tans, or anything like that, for his ideal woman. He found an older, not quite “fifties,” more like “sixties,” aesthetic to be more appealing.

Being obedient didn’t quite mean what it appeared to mean. Being obedient meant something a bit different to Benjamin. Being obedient meant that a woman should please him, but as a means of being the best possible person. To him, she should be as smart as possible, as fit and pretty, and devoted to him. He loved the idea of the Master/slave relationship, but wanted it to be on his own terms.

He was much more pleased by a woman growing and developing into the best person they could be. This was what had drawn him to accept the program happening at the university. A good majority of the women being conditioned were used for the betterment of society in some way. As one of the representatives from the group behind this, who were very shadowy and secretive, for obvious reasons, had stated to him during his freshman year, the loss of agency for a handful of people which benefits all as a whole is worth strongly considering. Benjamin found that he agreed with this sort of utilitarian viewpoint.

Benjamin’s first stop after getting back to campus was his apartment. He dropped his bags, said hello to a few coeds he ran into on the main floor, and then headed to his favorite place on campus, the library. In a few days, he knew that professional scouts would be coming by practice to begin evaluating players on the team for the next player draft during the following spring. Benjamin would be one of those players.

As he entered the library and waved to the head librarian, he considered the future. He would have never considered going pro until last year, when he was evaluated as being a mid-level draft pick. However, with a strong season this year, he could rise to a higher, or even first, round draft pick. Going pro meant he could be financially set for life and give back to the world. Mostly, it meant he could buy more books.

Books were his first love. Upstairs, on the forth floor, he touched his hand against his favorite book in the library, an early edition of the Pope translation of The Odyssey. His primary research and reading interest was in classic literature, specifically Greek and ancient creation myths. One day, after his football career expires, he would love to teach at a university like Ohmsford. During off seasons in his professional career, he planned to pursue advanced degrees to attain that goal.

At the other end of the floor, passing two long rows of stacks, he found his destination. A windowless door with a sign stating official business only stood before him. Benjamin pulled a swipe card out of his pocket and ran it through the door scanner, pausing for a second to wait for the gentle ping noise that unlocked the door. Entering the room, he was pleased to find one of his favorite girls, a short and rather curvy girl named Annie bouncing over to him, hugging the football star tightly. “Sir! Oh my god, how was your summer?” Annie was a coed conditioned for service to the university’s President. Until graduation, she would just another ditzy, but hard working, student trying to figure out her place in the world. Her place, it had been decided over spring break the previous year, was to be the President’s personal secretary and sex slave.

Benjamin hugged the mini-skirted girl back, happy to see her. Annie was a good girl, who deserved to be treated with respect. The President treated her like a sex doll, but she was sweet and enthusiastic about service. “I am doing well, Annie.” Benjamin squeezed the girl’s hand. “Excited to be back on campus for senior year.”

Annie smiled, a curly brown string of hairs bouncing in front of her ear. “I bet, Sir, especially because your slave arrives tomorrow.”

Benjamin nodded and motioned for them to sit down on a couch which sat next to her desk. “Have you met her yet?”

Annie nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Sir, she is very sweet and super smart like you wanted. Kira is going to be so good for you!”

“I heard she didn’t make the squad?” Benjamin had been kept abreast of Kira’s progress, but wanted to hear it from someone who had been there as well.

“Yes, Sir.” Annie pouted a little, having been enthusiastic about a new girl on the squad. “Sir, I don’t want to offend,” she stopped and put a hand on his arm, “but she is not made for cheerleading. Kira is a bit of a klutz; she had a hard time with even the basic routines.” Suddenly, the brunette brightened. “But she is going to be a great squad manager! Kira is so smart!” The busty girl’s eyes glittered in the light. She was extremely sexy.

Benjamin brightened as well. “Fantastic! That is what I want to hear about her.” He paused for a moment as Annie put a hand on his leg. “I can’t wait to see her at the party tomorrow night. We have our first practice tomorrow, but I am going to a few meetings later today.”

Annie pouted a little, crossing and uncrossing her high heeled, stocking covered, legs. “Oh, but that isn’t until later, is it?” As programmed for thousands and thousands of hours before, the curvy slave put her hand against Benjamin’s pants and rubbed her palm against his cock. Idly, the secretary slid herself on top of her superior to grind against him, giving Benjamin a lap dance. The slave leaned in, her ample breasts grazing against his face.

Benjamin gently picked the girl up and put her on the couch. “You know, we can’t really do that anymore. Well, for now at least. I am going to be exclusive to Kira.”

Annie nodded sadly. “Yes, Sir.” She snuggled up to him instead. They had been intimate a few times during the past year. Benjamin didn’t treat Annie like the sex slave she really was, and the girl appreciated it and returned the favor occasionally. They lay together on the couch, snuggled tightly, for awhile before Benjamin had to get a run in before his first meeting of the new year.

Having left Benjamin abruptly, the brunette picked up her cell phone off the desk she did work on and quickly sent a text off to Kira. Kira had been online, reading Wikipedia pages about some of Benjamin’s favorite books, when her own phone chirped to announce a new message had arrived. After seeing Annie’s pronouncement that Benjamin was on campus, the redhead set her laptop to idle and ran to the bathroom.

Checking her lightly applied makeup in the wall length mirror her closet contained, Kira ran a pale hand over the silver dress that adorned her body. A pair of those very trendy ballet shoes, a black pair of flats, didn’t add to the tiny girl’s height, but she thought it was cute nonetheless.

After checking his location online, Kira found Benjamin on the track doing a run. He was as incredible as she had been brainwashed to believe. Handsome, with his hair shaved short, a few days of stubble on his face, which made him look older, and his shirt off showing off a nice, toned, body. She watched from the hill above the track under a set of trees. Keeping her distance, she observed him from afar.

After his run, Benjamin, drenched in sweat, washed himself off with a hose on the side of the track. Afterwards, he kicked a bag of footballs, making almost every kick through the goalposts. Kira had little interest in football, but she took notes on her phone about what he did on the field. She knew Benjamin loved books; kicking footballs can get you money to buy more books!

Kira put on the fresh pair of black glasses that she had acquired a few weeks before. She knew Benjamin loved women in glasses, so she made a point of getting rid of her contacts and relearning how to wear glasses. After his run and kicking session, the redhead followed him until he went inside to the showers. Knowing instinctively it would be a bad idea to continue, she left him be for his meetings and returned to her apartment.

Later in the day, Kira was eating an early dinner in the student center when she noticed that Benjamin had checked in at the library. The library! The redhead slave finished her food and quickly walked to the library. She had always loved books, but knowing that the man she was enslaved to loved them as well made her even more confident in her thirst for literature. Kira had never been a girl with low self esteem, but knowing her future Master shared this interest gave her great confidence.

As she left the student center, Kira slipped her ear buds back in, sighing at the pleasure the redhead felt as they played. A few friends from the sorority were near the front steps, but she slipped around them the other way to reach her destination sooner. Glad she wore flats, Kira made her way to the library and entered the front door, waving at the girl at the reference desk.

On the third floor, Kira found Benjamin. He was sitting at a study desk staring at his laptop screen. For a moment, he looked up, in thought, causing Kira to duck around a stack, but then looked back down and continued typing. A pile of books sat next to him on the desk.

Kira continued to watch for a few minutes, briefly looking through the smaller books in the stacks directly at him. Benjamin stood up and walked across the long stack by his desk to dump out his coffee cup. By the garbage can, he ran into a young woman he seemed to know.

As they conversed, with their backs turned to his desk, Kira walked out from her stack and stood by his laptop. Quickly, she snapped a picture of the laptop and the stack of books next to it. Foucault’s Discipline & Punish was the top book. As Benjamin began to end his conversation with the young lady, who turned out to be a lab partner from the previous year, Kira sprinted away from his computer, again not regretting the choice of ballet flats, and darted towards a staircase.

Down on the second floor, she found the Foucault book Benjamin had been looking at. Luckily, the university had two copies of almost every Foucault book, from various donations it looked like, so she took it downstairs and used her new library card to borrow the book. Kira would go home and immerse herself in the book; if her future Master enjoyed it, she needed to become more familiar with it.

In their dorm that night, Deanna sat against her pink pillows staring into space, deeply in trance, ear bud cords dangling into her cleavage. The dark haired slave gently pleasured herself with a purple vibrator, a deep look of pleasure and enthrallment over her face. Occasionally, she muttered something unintelligible, and finally orgasmed, falling back onto her pillows for bed.

Kira, after a night alternating between reading Foucault, looking up information about Foucault, and formulating views about Foucault, had slipped her ear buds into her ears and slipped off to sleep. During her dreams, the redhead slipped into a reality where Benjamin was paddling her during a sleepy early morning. Kira had not misbehaved, but was being hit as a means of daily reinforcement of her slavery. Each thrust of the paddle reinforced her softness, her femininity, her intelligence, her general brilliance. The brilliance her Master stressed daily. When he was done, Kira gently cried on his lap and knelt at his feet to await instruction for the day.

Around 3am, Kira woke up in a sweat. After taking a moment to collect herself, she thought about the kinky dream. Never before had the girl dreamed of such things. Whether programmed or something from her subconsciousness, Kira knew she would need reinforcement to fully submit. Gently, she slid back under the covers and began pleasuring herself again. Exhausted, she fell asleep before climaxing.

The next evening, after spending the afternoon getting ready for the first party of the year, a welcome back party that the sorority always threw for the team, Kira slid into the back of a car with Deanna. The dark haired cheerleader’s friend Katie drove them back from the mall, where Deanna had brought Kira along to look at dresses for the new term.

Kira and Deanna, despite being roommates, programmed to enjoy each others company, had grown apart recently. Deanna had become so plain, just another bubbly ditz, suited best as arm candy, in Kira’s eyes as she grew and evolved withing, and beyond, her conditioning. She had become barely worth describing to be honest. Kira understood that if the girl’s Master wanted her that way, he had that choice, but she had lost interest, only keeping up appearances to obey. She had to admit that the busty girl was very attractive and was, at the end of the day, very nice and well meaning, but the redhead could tell they were going in different directions.

As Deanna droned on and on about their shopping trip, Kira finished a conversation with her mother on the phone. “I want to look my best. Well, mom, I like my makeover! Oh, by the way, did you listen to those songs I sent you? Oh, jeez, go listen to them!”

The welcome back party also served as a meet and greet for both freshman players and new initiatives into the sorority. An upperclassman named Beverly, an elegantly feminine woman who looked like she just walked off the cover of a romance novel, introduced her to a few of the new players on the team. After she went around the room introducing Kira to the new boys, Beverly came across a girl who Kira already knew.

“Kira,” Beverly began in a sophisticated, she had been tagged for the son of a Wall Street tycoon who had helped authorities take down some of his more corrupt coworkers, voice, “this is—”

Kira nodded and smiled as she interrupted, “Robyn,” she began, gently hugging the young woman. Beverly looked over at her peculiarly. Kira elaborated for her sorority sister: “Robyn and I went to high school together.” They were never close, Kira vaguely remember being lab partners with her in 9th grade, how far ago that felt like, but that was about it. Still, she felt obligated to be polite.

Beverly politely excused herself and Robyn walked with Kira to a quieter corner of the room. Awkwardly, they both stood looking at the floor, realizing they didn’t really know each other. However, something did make Robyn curious. “Wow, so you’ve changed a bit, Kira?” She glanced at the girl’s dress, nails, and new glasses. “How did that happen? Are you in this sorority? I never would have pegged you for that.”

Kira went to begin speaking, but paused and frowned. A moment passed while a prepared story was triggered in her mind. “I was actually approached at a graduation party by another classmate. I really bonded with her, and yeah a lot did change I guess. I am trying to balance the high school me with the new me. This sorority does a lot of good for the world and they have been really accepting of me. My boyfriend’s teammates date a lot of the girls here.” A long moment passed. “How did you end up here?” Kira found it much easier to deflect the conversation away from herself. That was something which certainly had not changed from her past life.

“Well,” the dark haired girl began, smiling, “I actually ran into that Deanna girl,” she paused, ;pointing at Kira’s roommate, currently smiling vapidly next to her boyfriend as he conversed with a few men, “at an orientation event. She invited me to this party.”

Robyn bit her lip and continued, wanting to probe Kira for information. “Wait, who are you dating?”

This time, Kira paused and waited for the triggered speech to flow into her mind. She was getting this down to a science. “My boyfriend is Benjamin Wetzel, he is the kicker on the team.” She didn’t like lying about the next part, but understood it was needed. “He is a senior. We met during the summer orientation when I came in early.” A smile came across her face as happiness was mirrored in her eyes.

Robyn was still confused. How did dorky Kira end up with a new wardrobe and a football player boyfriend? “Wow, how did that happen? I’m kind of surprised.”

Kira frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Well, no offense, but you were always so quiet and all wallflower like. I’m surprised you’d date a football player.”

Kira glared at her, but passive aggressively smiled. “Well, Benjamin is very smart and loves literature and philosophy and the arts. I really like him and he likes me.” It didn’t dawn on Kira to mention that they had not met yet.

Robyn was taken aback by the intensity of her classmate’s words. Something still didn’t seem right. “I am sure you, and he, does. It just seems so out of character.”

Across the room, before Kira could tell her to fuck off, the room’s attention was brought on a girl who was puking up the booze she had ingested at the pre-party...party. When Kira turned back, Robyn had wandered away. The redhead was fine with the conversation having ended.

Most of the party was down on the first floor partying pretty hard, so Kira wandered up a few flights of stairs to the top floor. A long row of bookshelves ran down the horizontal side of the room. At the far end of them was where she spotted Benjamin. He was fumbling his hands through a paperback of Paradise Lost, staring at a particular page very seriously. Later, Kira would discover it was book nine he had been looking at.

The redhead paused at the first bookcase. Finally, she brought up the courage to go over to him. A reassuring voice, her voice, told Kira that this was her destiny. She had to go to him, her legs moved automatically; awkwardly, the future Mrs. Wetzel approached Benjamin, now quickly typing something into his cell phone.

Benjamin looked up at her and immediately stopped what he was doing and put his phone away. For a very long moment, Benjamin and Kira just stared at each other. The noise from the party had died down enough that all they could hear was each other’s breathing in the room.

“Um,” Benjamin awkwardly began, “hello, Kira.” She stared at him momentarily before walking over and standing before him. On high-heeled tippy toes, she leaned upward and kissed his cheek gently. At she came back down, Benjamin took her hand in his own and pointed to a couch where they could sit.

They sat quietly next to each other. “I feel like I have known you for my entire life. Is that weird?” Kira looked down thoughtfully.

“No, I understand what you mean. We have the option of going through a process where we learn subliminally all about our chosen.” He paused and took the girl’s chin in his hand. “You are so beautiful. You’re perfect.” He put a finger on her nose. “Plus, I love the glasses.”

Kira actually started to laugh before the pale girl blushed deeply. “I-I-I, um, no one has ever spoken to me like that before. You mean it, don’t you?”

“I wouldn’t have picked you if I didn’t mean it.” Gently, Benjamin took Kira’s hand in his own. “You’re brilliant; seriously, you are so smart and really unlike the others. When they dumbed you down and you didn’t really take to it very well, I knew you were the right one. You love books and you’re beautiful.” He paused. “Plus, you look sexy in glasses. Huuuuuge turn on.”

Kira smiled. “I-I-I don’t even know how to respond.” Suddenly, she got the guts to kiss him. Benjamin returned the kiss and took her into his arms.

Quietly, both of them began to cry. Benjamin, because of the promise of her brilliance, beauty, and submission. Kira, because she had the utmost faith in him and felt right in his strong arms.

They kissed again, a sensual kiss that radiated throughout both participants. Kira ran a manicured, white-tipped, nail over Benjamin’s chest. Never before had she felt so delicate, so feminine, so deeply desiring to submit to the right person.

“Master.” She quietly said she pulled away slowly from his affections.

“Yes,” Benjamin began, “Master, but Master because I hand picked you. I picked you because you are special.” He hugged her tightly again. “...and you are special, so special. I can’t believe someone as beautiful as you is here with me right now.”

Again they kissed, exploring each others bodies. Benjamin cuffed Kira’s small breasts in his strong hands and sighed at her gentle moans. The party was wrapping up, so Benjamin pulled Kira up with him. As they descended the stairs, the sounds of Deanna begging to be fucked harder could be heard from a room on the side. “I guess we can go back to your dorm room?”

Kira laughed and snuggled up against her Master as they walked across campus, hand in hand. From a distance, Robyn watched the young lovers laugh and flirt, leaning into each other to whisper. Kira’s changes worried the girl, who thought herself quite clever and a bit of a detective. She needed to find out more. What could have caused Kira to date a football player?

Back at Kira’s dorm room, Benjamin and Kira were passionately connected to each other again. Both Master and slave stripped out of their clothes and, for the first time, made love. After Benjamin had come inside of Kira, he fell down next to her and, after she buried her sweaty, curly red hair stuck to her, face against his body, dropped into sleep until the early morning.