Disclaimer: The following story contains non-consensual and consensual mind control and sexual activity. If you are underage, or if these themes make you uncomfortable, consider yourself warned. The characters and situations depicted below are fictional, and they should remain that way. The author does not condone any non-consensual sexual activity.
Commissioned by AWMBH.
Morgan took a deep breath as she walked up to the counter. Alright, you got this. You’re just getting your mail. No big deal. “Um, h-hi. I, uh, got an email.”
The guy behind the counter barely looked up from his phone. “…And?” He didn’t even bother to hide the annoyance in his voice.
“A-And! Uh.” Morgan winced. Focus. You can do this. “It s-said there’s a… package? For me? I’m M-Morgan, by the way.”
“Got it.” The guy got up and went to a small cabinet. A few moments later, he returned with a manila envelope. “Here you go.”
“Th-Thank you!” Morgan stammered before abruptly bolting out of the room. She walked briskly from the student mailroom towards her dorm, avoiding eye contact with the other students she passed by. When she finally got to her room, she sighed and counted to ten, trying to calm herself down.
Morgan had suffered from social anxiety for basically her whole life. When she was alone in her dorm room, or around people she trusted, she was completely fine, if a little quiet and reserved. But throw her into a large crowd, or even just talking to someone she hadn’t met before, and she’d clam up instantly.
Over time, she’d learned to manage it enough to attend school and do most basic tasks that required interacting with people, like getting groceries or going out to a restaurant. A lot of that was down to Morgan pushing herself to socialize. Her parents meant well, but she always felt like they tried to coddle her once they heard the diagnosis. They wanted to keep her at home, have her stay away from playgrounds and parks, even homeschool her. They wanted to accommodate her disorder, but Morgan didn’t want to be accommodated. She wanted to be normal.
Even though her grades were good enough to get her accepted into a prestigious California arts college, she had to practically beg her parents to let her go, and then beg them again to let her stay in the dorms. They were happy to pay for an apartment she could have all to herself, but Morgan wanted to have “the college experience,” and that meant sharing a dorm room with a randomly-selected girl her age. She’d come so far, she told them, she could handle a roommate.
If her roommate wasn’t Chloe, she probably could have. But Chloe was drop-dead gorgeous, and Morgan was absolutely smitten with her. It wasn’t enough that she had trouble talking to strangers; now she had to deal with a crush as well.
Fortunately, Chloe wasn’t in the room right now. She was off at class, which meant Morgan had plenty of time to collect herself. She did the breathing exercises her counselor, Ms. Ryan taught her. Ms. Ryan – or Annie, as she always insisted Morgan call her – was one of the few people on campus who treated Morgan like a person; she didn’t pity Morgan like the professors did, and she didn’t see her as a freak like most of the students did. And she’d helped Morgan a lot, maybe more than any therapist she’d been to so far.
The only problem was that she was stubbornly old-fashioned. She didn’t carry a cell phone, and openly, almost proudly told Morgan she never checks her university-supplied email. She even gave Morgan cassette tapes when she wanted her to try some guided meditation. Morgan was grateful Ms. Ryan had also given her a tape player, too, otherwise she’d be completely out of luck.
When Morgan had sufficiently calmed down, she turned her attention to the manila envelope clutched tightly in her hand. When she got the email that there was a package waiting for her in the mailroom, she was initially confused. She didn’t remember ordering anything, and her parents hadn’t said they were sending her something. Looking at the envelope more closely, she only grew more confused. There was no return address, and the handwriting was completely unfamiliar to her. A familiar paranoia crept into Morgan’s gut, but she tried to ignore it. That’s the anxiety talking. It’s not gonna be anything bad.
She opened the envelope and pulled out a small black book. The cover seemed to be made of leather, and it looked well-used. There was no name or any other marking on the outside. Tentatively, Morgan opened the book. It didn’t do much to quell her confusion. Inside were dozens of names, each next to a random two-word phrase that didn’t make any sense to Morgan. Quincuncial overmatch? Whelpless phreneticness? Erotogenic coccid? These are… nonsense.
She flipped to another page and her heart skipped a beat. That’s… that’s my name…
The sound of the door opening made Morgan yelp. She whipped around and saw Chloe walking into the room, startled at Morgan’s reaction.
“Gah!” Chloe exclaimed. “Jesus, Morgan, you scared the shit out of me!”
“S-Sorry… you scared me too…” Morgan mumbled, hiding the book behind her back.
“Oh, gosh. Were you, like, doing one of those tapes? Did I interrupt you?” Morgan knew Chloe’s tone of voice all too well. That cloying, condescending way of speaking, like Morgan was a child. She knew it wasn’t intentional – Chloe didn’t hate her or anything – but it still stung to be treated like that.
“No, I…” Morgan sighed. “It’s nothing. You just snuck up on me, is all.”
“I’ll try to knock next time.” Chloe peeked behind Morgan’s shoulder. “What you got there?”
“Oh! I-It’s, uh… a diary! Ms. Ryan w-wanted me to start… writing. One.”
Chloe smiled warmly. “Morgan, honey, I’m gonna be honest with you. You’re a sweet girl, but you’re a terrible liar. What is it?”
Dammit… I’m never good at coming up with stuff on the spot. Morgan held the black book in front of her. “I have no idea. I just got this in the mail, and I don’t know who it’s from, but it’s got my name in it and it kinda freaks me out.”
“Let me take a look at it.”
Morgan handed Chloe the book and tried not to stare too noticeably while Chloe flicked through the pages. Morgan always had issues with her appearance, but standing next to Chloe made her feel even more inadequate. Morgan was a little short, a little chubby, and pale, but Chloe was tall, thin, and just the right amount of tan. Her long blonde hair framed her face so much better than Morgan’s unflattering bowl cut, and her crop top and short shorts accentuated her figure way more than the baggy t-shirts and jeans Morgan wore.
“Hm… I can’t figure it out either,” Chloe said. “I don’t even know how to pronounce most of these words… hey, wait a minute! My name’s in here too!”
Morgan took the book back. Sure enough, Chloe was in there, next to another seemingly-meaningless phrase. “And you have no idea what it could mean?” Morgan asked. “I mean, do you even know what an ‘unfakable preguarantor’ would be?”
She looked up from the book and saw Chloe’s expression change. Her roommate’s eyes widened for a brief moment, and then they became lidded and glassy. A dreamy, blissful smile formed on her face. Her body went limp as her head dropped, her chin landing on her chest. “I am hypnotized, I must obey.”
Morgan’s jaw dropped. WHAT THE FUCK. She dropped the book and staggered backwards, her heart pounding in her chest. “Wh-What are you d-doing?” she stammered, all the anxiety she had been trying to keep down rising to the surface. “Stop j-joking around!”
“I’m not joking, Mistress.” Chloe stood still, swaying slightly, as if she was drunk. “I am your slave. I live to serve.”
“Stop it!” Megan shouted. “S-Snap out of it!”
Chloe’s head snapped up. She blinked a few times, a look of confusion replacing the sleepy expression she just had. “…Morgan, what just happened?”
“I-I-I-” Morgan stammered. Her hands shook. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, clamping her hands together. “I don’t know. I said the phrase next to your name, and you s-started calling me ‘Mistress’ and said you were a s-slave or something!”
Chloe raised an eyebrow. “Really? You expect me to believe that?”
“Y-You just said I was a bad liar, right? Would I make up something like this?”
“It just sounds completely insane! Why would I start doing that?”
“I don’t know!”
Chloe huffed and crossed her arms. After a moment, she smiled. “You said your name was in the book too, right?”
Morgan’s eyes widened. “C-Chloe-”
Her roommate picked the book up off the floor. “Let’s just see what your phrase does!”
“N-No…” Morgan tried to move, tried to stop her, but her body froze up. She couldn’t stop shaking. She felt like a little girl, screaming and crying as her mom whisked her out of the supermarket, asking her what was wrong.
“A-ha!” Chloe exclaimed. “Found you!”
Morgan blinked. And then blinked again. “Uh…”
Chloe’s victorious smile faded. “…Did it work?”
“I don’t… think so? I don’t feel any different.”
“What?” Chloe threw the book on the ground. “That’s bullcrap! Why doesn’t yours work?”
“H-How should I know! I didn’t write the damn thing!”
“Maybe… it’s because you were expecting it?” Chloe snapped her fingers. “Yeah, that’s gotta be it! You took me by surprise, but if I know what’s coming, it probably won’t do anything to me.”
“I don’t think that would matter…”
“I’m sure that’s it!” Chloe grinned smugly. “Go ahead, try it again!”
Morgan sighed. Oh, to have the confidence of a hot white girl… “Alright, fine.” She picked up the book and flipped to the page with Chloe’s name on it. “You ready?”
“Okay… ‘unfakable preguarantor.’”
Chloe’s head dropped to her chest. “I am hypnotized, I must obey.”
Morgan found herself laughing at the absurdity of the situation. “This is f-fucking crazy… Chloe, why are you acting like this?”
“Because I am deeply hypnotized.”
“But why? Who could’ve done this to you?”
“Mistress is the one who hypnotized me, Mistress.”
Morgan scratched the top of her head. “But… if I’m Mistress, why don’t I remember hypnotizing you? I don’t even know anything about hypnosis!”
“Not you, Mistress. My other Mistress.”
“And who is this ‘other Mistress?’”
“I cannot say,” Chloe sighed. “For that would spoil the game.”
“Game?” Morgan raised an eyebrow. “So, the book is also part of this game?”
“Yes. Mistress wanted you to have it.”
“Ugh,” Morgan groaned, “I don’t know who you’re talking about when you say ‘Mistress!’ Just call me Morgan, and call the person who hypnotized you Mistress.”
Morgan blinked. “Wait a minute. When someone’s under hypnosis, they’re all suggestible and stuff, right? Does that mean I can, like… suggest? Stuff? To you?”
“Yes. I am open and obedient, Morgan.”
“Even… like… sexy stuff?”
Chloe’s drowsy grin seemed to grow even wider. “Especially sexy stuff.”
Morgan exhaled deeply and rubbed her forehead. This has to be a dream or something. Can I really tell Chloe to do anything I want and she’ll just obey me? “T-Take… Take off your shirt.”
“Yes, Morgan.” In one fluid motion, Chloe reached for the bottom of her crop top and pulled it over her head, letting it fall to the floor.
“Oh, wow…” Morgan gasped. She’d only caught a few brief peeks at Chloe when she changed, but never had the confidence to actually stare at her roommate. Now, though, Chloe seemed totally unfazed by Morgan gawking at her. She was maybe even more beautiful than Morgan imagined, her tan flesh virtually flawless and her ample breasts barely constrained by her lacy black bra. “D-Do you always wear bras like that?”
“Yes. They make me feel sexy and confident. Mistress recommended that I wear them.”
Right, her. There’s still this “game” I have to worry about… “Did Mistress tell you about the rules of the game?”
“The rules are simple. You must visit every girl in the book and use their trigger phrase. When all the phrases are spoken, you will remember the identity of our Mistress.”
“Wait, wh-what?” Morgan’s eyes widened. “‘Our’ Mistress?”
“Your name is in the book, is it not? Mistress has hypnotized you as well, Morgan. You simply do not remember it, as I do not remember when I am awake. But your deep self belongs to her.”
“No way…” Morgan paced around the room. “There’s just no way, I… I’d remember if…” It sounded insane, and yet she knew there had to be some truth to it. Chloe was standing in front of her with her top off, after all. “So… what if I decide not to play?”
“If the game is not won within 24 hours, then all the phrases will become invalid. Mistress will remove them and replace them with new ones.”
“24 hours?!” Morgan flipped through the book. “H-How am I supposed to get through all of these p-people in 24 hours?”
“You will not be alone.” Chloe sounded like she was reading from a script. “I am authorized to assist you, within limits.”
“Even with your help, it would be a nightmare to even try…”
“Do you forfeit?”
“I…” Morgan sighed. “I don’t know. Would it even be worth it to try?”
“If you win, you get to keep us. All of us.”
Morgan looked back at Chloe. “Keep… you?”
“Yes, Morgan. Every girl in that book, their minds and wills, all under your control.”
Holy shit. A voice in the back of Morgan’s head tried to talk her out of it. She couldn’t possibly go talk to all of these people, and at the end of the day, she was still supposedly brainwashed by some mystery woman. She should be terrified, she should call the dean or the cops or someone, but… But this is a free pass to get to kiss all sorts of cute girls! And maybe do other stuff with them too! I have to at least try! “Okay, I’m in.”
“Very good, Morgan.”
“But! I have a couple things I want to go over first.” Morgan walked towards Chloe and lifted the hypnotized girl’s head up, seeing her glassy, lidded eyes stare blankly through her. “First, you won’t be weirded out by anything that I ask you to do. You’ll still be able to voice concerns and say ‘no,’ but you won’t think anything is, like, socially weird.”
“And… and you can remember all of these rules and stuff even when you’re awake.”
“What else, what else…” Morgan’s mind raced with possibilities. The more she thought about what she could do, though, the more a nagging anxiety crept into her mind. Her trigger phrase didn’t work when Chloe said it, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t work period. She had no idea who this Mistress was, and for that matter, she didn’t know if other people besides her could use the phrase on her. “I got it!” she exclaimed. “If you ever find me in trance, you’ll wake me up as soon as possible.”
“Okay, I guess that’s good for now… so, uh…” Morgan paused. How am I supposed to wake her up? Do I just ask? “Wake up?”
Chloe blinked. Her face morphed from dreamy compliance to mild confusion. “Uh… did I win?”
Emily took another sip of her iced coffee and squinted at the book in front of her. Ugh, why do we even have to go to the library? I could find this stuff online anyway!
She leaned back in the chair and spun around lazily. This floor was always empty at this time of day. Most people had classes going on, and the ones that weren’t in class had professors who weren’t asinine about making their students go to the library. It’s like half the professors still think it’s the 70s! Bunch of dinosaurs who still think Wikipedia’s an unreliable source!
She pulled out her phone and idly scrolled through social media to take her mind off the boredom. Right as she was about to take a great selfie, one which really made her freckles and red hair shine, she got a text.
Hannah sent you a message.
Just a reminder, girls, there’s an officers meeting tonight at 8PM sharp!
Emily rolled her eyes. Again? We just had one a couple days ago!
Emily whirled around and noticed two other girls standing off to the side. One was pretty cute, but the other one – the one who spoke, she reasoned – was blushing furiously and kept avoiding eye contact.
“What do you want?” Emily asked, trying not to sound annoyed.
“Uh… w-well, uh…” The mousey one kept fidgeting. What’s her problem?
“Please excuse her,” the cute one said. “She has a… thing about talking to people. I’m Chloe, she’s Morgan.”
“H-Hi.” Morgan looked annoyed that Chloe brought it up.
“Emily. So, uh, can I help you?” For some reason, the way these girls were acting was making Emily feel a bit uncomfortable.
Chloe nudged Morgan with her elbow. “Go on.”
Morgan took a deep breath, her face flushed. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a small black notebook. Her hands were shaking. She opened the book and cleared her throat. “Q… Q-Quin…”
Emily stared at Morgan. What the hell is she doing?
“C’mon, Morgan,” Chloe sighed, “you can do this.”
“Do what?” Emily inquired, her eyes narrowing. “Look, I don’t have time for-”
Something went click inside Emily’s mind. Her apprehension about these two strangers, her annoyance at her out-of-touch professor, it all vanished in an instant. Everything made so much sense now. She smiled as her mind sank into obedience, her body becoming limp and her chin dropping to her chest. “I am hypnotized, I must obey.”
“Alright!” exclaimed Chloe. “It worked!”
“I-I can see that, Chloe,” stammered Mistress. “U-Um… So, uh… what can I- we do with you?”
Emily licked her lips, flashes of all the other times Mistress took her mind echoing through her empty head. “Anything you want, Mistress,” she purred.
“Ooh!” Chloe cooed. “So, like, if we asked you to go streaking through the quad-”
“L-Let’s not!” interrupted Mistress. “We don’t want to call attention to ourselves, right?”
“That’s right, Mistress,” said Emily. “That’s why you gave me those locks to keep me from doing anything that would reveal how deeply brainwashed I am. You’re so very clever, Mistress.”
“So no streaking, then?” Chloe seemed disappointed.
“C-Can you, uh…” Mistress shuffled her feet and looked down at the floor. “K… kiss me?”
“Of course, Mistress!” Emily grabbed ahold of Mistress’ shoulders, pulling them in to a passionate, open-mouthed kiss. Mistress initially froze and tried to pull away, but then seemed to melt into Emily’s embrace. She closed her eyes and made a quiet noise of satisfaction.
After a few moments, Emily broke the kiss. “Is Mistress satisfied?”
Mistress took a moment to open her eyes again. When she did, they went wide. “Y-Yes,” she squeaked.
Chloe giggled. “C’mon, Morgan, you’ve got a hot redhead right there ready to jump your bones! You can do more than just kiss her!”
“I know, I… just…” Mistress sighed. “Can you keep a secret, Chloe?”
“I think so, why?”
“That… that was my first kiss. Ever.”
Chloe scoffed in disbelief. “Morgan, there’s no way that’s true!”
“Why would I lie about that?” Mistress snapped. “What, do you think I want people to think I’m some loser?”
“M-Morgan, calm down! All I’m saying is that there’s no way someone could go 19 years without kissing anyone!”
“Yeah?” Mistress shook like a leaf, rage boiling beneath her words. “And when would I get a chance to do that? I barely even left the house till I came here! I never went to parties, or on dates, or anything. I couldn’t even talk to any of the girls in high school, I’d just freeze up and embarrass myself.”
Chloe looked down at the floor. “Oh… I had no idea…”
Mistress sighed. “It’s… okay. Let’s just drop it.”
“Hm…” Chloe scratched her chin. “Emily, I can command you too, right?”
“Are you a friend of Mistress?” Emily asked.
Chloe turned to Mistress. “Are we friends?”
“I… guess?” Mistress said, her eyes narrowing.
“Then yes,” Emily said, “you can absolutely order me around. As Mistress always says, ‘obedience is-’”
“Then in that case,” Chloe interrupted, “I order you to lick Morgan’s pussy!”
“WHAT?!” Mistress shrieked.
“Yes, Chloe,” Emily cooed. “Mistress, would you like me to pull down your pants, or will you be doing that?”
Mistress backed away slowly, her face turning crimson. “U-Uh, I-I-”
“I don’t think she’s gonna do it on her own, Em,” smirked Chloe. “Better do it for her.”
“Yes, Chloe.” Emily approached Mistress, who kept backing away until she pressed against a bookcase. When she was within range, Emily dropped to her knees and quickly pulled down Mistress’ jeans. Fortunately, Mistress didn’t fight back; she just stood still, like she was frozen. Emily knew just how it felt when her body was frozen. It always made her so wet, just like everything else Mistress told her to do.
“W-Wuh-” Mistress stammered.
Emily pulled down Mistress’ panties.
Whatever Mistress was about to say next vanished in her throat, replaced with a gasp of surprise and a low moan of pleasure. Her body, which had previously been stiff with confusion and fear, melted when Emily’s tongue made contact with her labia. “Oh, God…” Mistress whispered.
“Guess this is also the first time a girl’s ever eaten you out, huh?” Chloe chuckled.
“Mmm…” Mistress mumbled.
“Listen, Morgan.” Chloe leaned next to the bookcase. “Mistress, whoever she is, gave you that book for a reason. She wants you to win this game, and if you wanna win, you gotta go outside your comfort zone. All these girls are yours, and you shouldn’t hold back just because you’re shy. This is a gift, and-”
Mistress interrupted Chloe’s speech with an ecstatic cry as she orgasmed. Emily’s face was smeared with her juices, which she happily licked up and savored. She always loved the taste of pussy – not that she remembered it when she was awake – but she knew that Mistress always tasted the best.
“S-Sorry…” Mistress said, panting heavily. “I don’t… last very long.”
“Well, it’s your first time, after all.” Chloe shrugged. “Anyway, Em, how do we, like… bring you back to normal?”
“Oh, there’s a lot of ways you can do that!” Emily beamed. “You can just wake me up now, you can tell me to wash up first, you can tell me to pass out and wake up later-”
“Okay, we got it!” Chloe said loudly. “Uh, let’s have you wash up first and then wake up. Might make you kinda suspicious if you’ve got Morgan’s… fluids all over your face.”
“Makes sense to me!”
“Wait!” Mistress said. She pulled out a small black book. “Can you flip through this and see whether you recognize any names?”
“Sure, Mistress.” Emily took the book and looked through the pages. “Yes, I recognize a few of these girls. They’re my fellow officers on the cheerleading team, and your slaves too.”
“Cheerleader slaves?” Chloe grinned. “That sounds like fun. You wouldn’t happen to have a meeting any time soon?”
“We have an officers meeting tonight at eight, in the locker room at the gymnasium.”
“Music to my ears!” Chloe grabbed Mistress by the wrist and ran off. “See you tonight, Em!”
“W-Wait, Chloe!” Mistress cried, awkwardly hopping after her, “let me pull up my pants!”
Emily blinked. The people she was talking to suddenly weren’t there anymore. Huh? Where’d those girls go? She felt a draft down below and noticed a damp patch on her sweatpants. She sniffed, noticing the scent of her arousal in the air. Am I getting turned on by reading? Christ, maybe I should book another appointment with Annie, I must be losing my mind.
She shook her head. Whatever. I gotta get back to studying. God, I am not looking forward to that officers meeting tonight…
Author’s note: I would like to thank AWMBH for commissioning this story.
I’d also like to take a moment to mention Carefully Random’s Discord server and the Mind Control Literature Discord server, which are both wonderful communities of erotica writers and readers. I’ve also opened up my own Discord server, which you can join here.