The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jennifer Jackson was worried. As a guidance counselor at Riverside High School she was responsible for the well being of all the students whose last names begin with the letters A-H. The past few weeks the female students of the mostly female student population at RHS had started dressing and behaving differently. It had started about the time that the construction for Platformz, the new strip in town, began.

The RHS chapter of the National Organization of Women (N.O.W.) hit the roof when they found out a strip club was going to invade their fair town. N.O.W. created such an uproar that the principal, Dr. White, decided to invite the club’s owner, Vic Black to the school for a debate on the Degradation and Exploitation of Women in Modern American Society. The school’s N.O.W. president, Katherine Bradley, had the honor of debating Mr. Black.

When the appointed time came, every seat in the auditorium was occupied. Most of the audience members were female friends of the N.O.W organizers. Dr. White began the proceedings promptly at 7:30. But as the good doctor was outlining the rules for the debate, Vic Black wandered up to the podium and suggested that he speak for a few minutes first. Everyone, including Katherine Bradley, agreed that this was fair. Vic Black lectured for about twenty minutes and then answered a few questions. At the end of his presentation, he received a vigorous round of applause. And although most of the women in the audience were clapping enthusiastically, Katherine went out of her way to lead the cheers for Vic Black as he left the stage.

Well, that’s when the students and most of the female teachers started acting like boy-crazy teenagers. This wasn’t that far of a stretch for most of the girls, except for the way they started dressing. It wasn’t completely their fault though; they were just following the latest fads in town. Even the teachers seemed to be showing more skin lately.

First of all, about a dozen or so of RHS’s most experienced teachers resigned, so the school board had to hire new teachers. The new hires were all much younger and right out of college. Then the school board accepted an offer from Platformz to supply new school uniforms. Jennifer could hardly blame them for that, not when Platformz donated them at no cost. Mr. Black even sent several people out to the school to get measurements.

The uniforms weren’t so bad. Sure, the skirts all came to around mid-thigh. Some of the more adventurous girl’s stopped several inches higher, though. Jennifer had asked one of them about that, and she replied that Platformz would alter the uniforms if you wanted them to. The tops were too thin, Jennifer thought, and too tight for such young girls.

The new stay-up stockings, in the school’s colors were a nice change from the boring old nude pantyhose, though. The shoes were still black Mary Jane’s, although the new ones sported chunky platform heels instead of the traditional flats. Jewelry had always been forbidden, but the faculty, led by the new teachers, had decided that it was ok, as long as it was in the school’s colors.

Platformz had stepped in again. They opened up a special shop just for RHS in their new complex. Now most of the girls wore bracelets, earrings, and chokers in red and silver, or grey. Well, they were more like collars, not chokers, and some of the girls seemed to like being led around on leashes by their classmates.

Many girls seemed to really like being led around on leashes by their classmates and the trend soon became popular. Jennifer was shocked the first time she saw a student on a leash. Jennifer was doubly shocked when, about a week after Mr. Black’s visit, Jennifer saw Katherine Bradley—ardent feminist and confirmed lesbian—being led down a crowded hallway between classes on a leash held by Adam McCann. Jennifer called Katherine into her office at the end of that class period.

Katherine was still wearing the leash, although it was clipped to her belt now. The leash, as well as the collar belt, and her wristbands were all red, with silver studs on them. In the subsequent conversation Katherine, or Kathy as she like to be called now, told her that she had resigned from N.O.W. and was very comfortable being seen on a leash like a pet. Kathy even told her that she would be resigning as student body president this afternoon. Jennifer tried to talk her out of it, but her mind was made up.

After a couple of weeks, it was normal for Jennifer to see several co-eds on leashes, held by both guys and girls. Since RHS had so many more girls than guys, most of the guys would have several girls on leashes. Jennifer did see quite a few girls holding on to several leashes as well, though. She also started noticing more and more padlocks being used to attach the leashes to the collars than before.

Sitting in her office, Jennifer checked her make-up and then glanced at her notes. Her next appointment was with Traci Beckman, who was the cheerleader mascot. Jennifer had attended a RHS girl’s basketball game and saw something that she needed to check into.

Jennifer had arrived almost an hour early and saw that the cheerleaders had draped a red sheet over a box that was about waist high near the sideline. She figured that it was for their cheer routine or something. But as game time neared, they pulled the sheet off to reveal that the team mascot in a stout-looking cage. Jennifer had a clear view of the large padlock on the cage door. They left her in to prowl around several more minutes before finally letting her out. One of the cheerleaders unlocked the cage door, and after attaching a leash to her collar, led her out of the cage.

As soon as the first half was over, they put her back in the cage through the half-time break; this time without covering it up. At the end of the game the same thing happened. Many fans walked by and got a close up look, like the poor girl was an animal at a zoo or something. Becky, the squad’s captain, sat on the top of the cage, laughing and warning everyone not to feed the tiger.

That was last night. First thing the next morning Jennifer set up an appointment to see Traci later that day.

Traci knocked on the open door and Jennifer invited her in. She stepped in, closed the door and sat down. “Good afternoon Traci, I’d like to talk to you about what you’ve been doing as RHS’s mascot,” Jennifer said.

“Sure, Ms. Jackson. Like, what do you want to know?” the young girl replied.

“To start with, could you tell me about your new mascot uniform?”

“Oh, it’s like totally cool, isn’t it? It’s a spandex cat suit, in the school’s colors of course, and then over it I wear a furry kind of two piece bikini thing.”

“Yes, I noticed that, but what about the rest of it,” Jennifer asked her.

“Well the tail is attached to the cat suit, and the booties and gloves are made to look like tiger paws, they lock on too. She pushed a stray lock of hair out of her face, bracelets glittering in the light. “Oh, and there is the collar, but like everybody wears one of those.” Traci idly played with the lead ring on hers as they talked.

Jennifer looked up from her notes. “So, whose idea was it for you to be in a cage, Traci?”

The girl blushed, “Um, that was like, Becky’s idea.”

“Are you comfortable in there?”

“Oh yea! I don’t mind at all. I get to just sit there mostly, but when I want to get everybody pumped up, I prowl around a bit.” Traci giggled at this.

“Don’t you find it humiliating to be locked in a cage like an animal?”

“Traci shrugged her shoulders and replied, “Not really, I’m like, showing school spirit and stuff.”

“What does your mom think about this,” Jennifer asked.

“She doesn’t mind at all. She thinks I look cute in it, as matter of fact.”

“Well, as long as you are okay with everything,” Jennifer replied as she started writing Traci a hall pass. “Please let me know if you have any problems, with the cheerleading, or anything else. OK?”

“Yes Ms. Jackson,” Traci replied as she took the hall pass. Traci stepped over to the floor-length mirror and primped. After adjusting the bows on her stockings, she left.

A week later Jennifer met with Mr. Raymond Tanner, the RHS shop teacher. Mr. Tanner was in his mid-fifties, and had been teaching shop for nearly 30 years at RHS. Jennifer had always thought of him as somewhat of a dirty old man. In fact, when she was one of his students she had caught him trying to look down her blouse or up her skirt on more than one occasion. She finally filed a complaint against him when he suggested that she could do some extra credit work after school. As a result, Mr. Tanner was suspended, but not fired.

Today Mr. Tanner had insisted that she meet him after classes, in his shop class. About half-a-dozen or so students, all female, were leaving as she arrived. Mr. Tanner, who was watching the girls leave, invited her in.

“Afternoon, Ms. Jackson. Come on in,” he said as he turned and walked back into the room. As Jennifer followed him to his desk, she wondered if the heavy leather pants he was wearing were the same ones he wore back when she was a student. Mr. Tanner’s desk was on a raised platform, with no chairs around it. Seeing no other options, Jennifer perched on one of the low stools that the students used.

“So, what brings you here today, Ms. Jackson,” he asked her.

Having him look down at her from behind his desk, Jennifer felt like a student again for a moment. She shook it off and replied, “Mr. Tanner, do you thing it’s appropriate for teenagers to building a cage for a classmate to be locked in?”

Chuckling, he replied, “Ms. Jackson, it was entirely the students’ idea; and I did save the school several hundred dollars by building it here.”

His remark Jennifer caught off guard. She had figured that he had put them up to it. “Well, that’s good and all, but wasn’t there something more constructive that they could be doing?”

He frowned slightly, “Ms. Jackson, the students designed, built, and tested the cage. I consider it an advanced project. Everyone who worked on it received an ‘A’.” He paused, “In fact, the students have just completed a lightweight model to take to away games. Would you like to see it?”

“Um, sure, I guess so,” Jennifer replied reluctantly. Mr. Tanner led her to the new cage, which was in a back corner of the room. It looked about the same as the other one to Jennifer. Mr. Tanner explained to her that this one was made out of aluminum, and about forty percent lighter than the previous model that she saw at the game, which was made of steel. Jennifer ran a couple of fingers across the shiny bars.

“Want to give it a try?” He asked her with a leer.

Jennifer was taken aback by the question. “No! I mean . . . not right now.”

“Are you sure? How can you know what that cute little mascot is going through if you don’t try it out for yourself?”

Jennifer fidgeted as she stared at the lock on the cage, “Um, maybe some other time,” the flushed counselor stammered. She had intended to talk to him awhile longer, trying to talk some sense into him. However, being so close to the cage had given her a more pressing need.

“I, um, got to go, um take care of something,” Jennifer said as she scampered out of the room, heels clicking on the cement floor.

About half-an-hour later, Jennifer came out of the staff bathroom feeling more composed. After the first orgasm, and with images of herself locked in the cage going through her mind, she couldn’t stop herself from going for a second one.

Several weeks later, as she was leaving work, Jennifer decided to head to Platformz. She caught the bus, and after being strapped in, headed to her apartment to change.

Once she arrived, Jennifer changed into the RHS school uniform that she had gotten the previous week from Platformz. Grey thigh high stockings, with matching garters, plaid miniskirt, grey top tied in a knot under her breasts, ten silver bangle bracelets on each wrist, and a 2 ½” wide red leather collar, with a matching belt. The little miniskirt was so short several inches of her garters were visible, even when she was standing up. Instead of the black Mary Jane’s that the students wore, however, Jennifer pulled on a pair of red knee-high lace-up boots, with a couple of inches of platform in the front, and a six-inch heel in the back.

As she checked herself out in the mirror before leaving, Jennifer said, “Damn! Those little school girls wished they could look this good,” and strutted out the door.

Jennifer was surprised to find several RHS students working part time at some of the shops she went into. Several complimented her on her uniform. Melody even wanted an up-close look at the pattern at the top of Jennifer’s stockings.

A few hours later, Jennifer was relaxing at a table near one of the stages in Platformz strip club. Thanks to Platformz new home delivery service, she didn’t have to carry all those shopping bags around. As a result, she had spent a little more than she had intended.

Jennifer ended up with several dollar bills left, so she decided to have a little fun and give ‘em to one of the dancers. Catching the eye of a tall red-head, she waved a bill over her head with a smile. The red-head, wearing shiny black thigh-high boots, a PVC corset, with matching PVC cuffs and collar, stepped down off the stage and strutted over to Jennifer.

She stepped around behind the Jennifer’s chair. Jennifer looked up and back to see her dancing. The red-head pulled Jennifer’s arms behind her, and holding them firmly, leaned forward and gave Jennifer a slow seductive kiss. Only after several seconds of French kissing did the statuesque red-head slip the bill from Jennifer’s hand. Jennifer was stunned. She had never kissed a girl before. Or even though about it. Still in a kind of horny daze, Jennifer grabbed her purse and stumbled towards the exit. The first bathroom she found Jennifer went in and found an empty stall. Fumbling through her purse, Jennifer found what she was looking for. Pushing her tiny red thong aside, Jennifer plunged her new purple dildo in. The first orgasm came quickly, with Jennifer screaming out in ecstasy.

She was coming to her senses and revving up for a second go when someone knocked on the stall door.

“You OK in there?” A soft voice asked.

Jennifer looked down at her feet and saw pink pedicured toes in pink platform heels. Embarrassed, Jennifer replied, “Um . . . yea . . . I’m fine. . . Thanks.”

After a brief giggle, she said, “Well silly, if you’re gonna do that in public, then you gotta use one of these.”

Glancing back down, Jennifer saw that she was holding a pink ballgag under the door. Still slowly working the dildo with one hand, Jennifer reached down and took the offered ballgag from her.

Jennifer whispered thanks and she responded, “No problem, have fun,” and giggled again as she turned and walked away.

Jennifer squeezed her thighs together to hold the dildo in while she strapped the ballgag into place. While she was at it, she pulled her soaked panties off and let them fall to the floor. Spreading her feet apart, Jennifer started on her second orgasm.

After the third orgasm Jennifer decided to stop. She basked in the afterglow a couple of minutes, then Jennifer slid the dildo out of her pussy. She didn’t see anywhere to set it, so Jennifer held the dildo with a couple of fingers while she unbuckled the gag.

Jennifer laid the ballgag on her lap and happily licked the dildo clean. Only after she had replaced the dildo in her purse did Jennifer remember her panties.

On the floor Jennifer found a black silk crotchless g-string. Where did these come from, and where is my red thong, Jennifer thought as she picked up the black silk panties. Somebody must have switched them, or something she concluded.

Faced with going bare or wearing someone else’s panties, Jennifer decided to play along and slid the crotchless silk up her legs. As she pulled it tight against her lips, Jennifer realized that the panties were wet. Not as wet as the ones she took off, but defiantly wet. With an evil grin, Jennifer opened stall door and stepped out.

Quite a few of the women in the restroom smiled and giggled at her, and a few winked at Jennifer as she fixed her make-up. After unsuccessfully looking around for the owner of the ballgag, Jennifer shrugged her shoulders, put it in her purse with her dildo, and left for home.

The following Friday, Jennifer stopped back by the shop class. Once there, she found four girls in the back of the room, but no Mr. Tanner. Two of the girls noticed her and said hello. Jennifer replied, “Hello girls. What’s going on back here?”

“Just working on a couple of extra credit projects, Ms. Jackson,” Becki answered. “By the way, Mr. Tanner told me that you wanted to try out the cage we built for away games. Do you want to try it now?” She gestured to the cage sitting nearby on the floor as she asked.

Jennifer stared at the cage, its door open, as if inviting her in. “Um, I don’t know, Becki, I’m not really dressed for it right now.”

Jennifer held her hands out from her side to let Becki see her outfit. To start with, Jennifer had on strappy black six-inch platform stiletto heels, light-grey stockings, grey miniskirt about mid-thigh, and black and grey top. A wide black leather belt was cinched tight around her waist. Large hoop earrings dangled from her ears, and half-a-dozen bangle bracelets, alternating black and sliver were on each wrist.

The other girls, following Becki’s lead, chimed in. “Come on Ms. Jackson, it’ll be fun!”

Finally, Jennifer gave in. Looking apprehensively at Becki, she said, “Well, OK. But just for a minute, OK?”

Becki smiled, “No problem, Ms. Jackson. You’ll love it!”

With that, Becki helped the trembling counselor to her hands and knees and into the cage. Still smiling, she pushed the door shut.

Jennifer heard the distinctive “click” of the door locking as it closed. Only then did she think to ask if Becki had the key. “Um, Becki, do you have the key to this thing?” She asked timidly.

Laughing, Becki replied, “Shouldn’t you have asked that before we locked you in, Ms. Jackson?” Jennifer looked up to see Staci returning and set something on a nearby table. She couldn’t see what it was, though. Becki glanced at it and smiled. Looking back at the caged counselor with a mischievous grin, Becki asked her, “Want to try on a few more of our projects?”

“I, um, guess so Becki. But please hurry, ok?” Jennifer felt her growing arousal and knew that she would have to find someplace private before long.

“Great,” Becki replied as she picked up a large piece of shiny metal from the table. Holding it up, she said, “Guess what this is, Ms. Jackson?”

“A . . . collar . . . I think,” Jennifer replied as she knelt in the cage.

“Right, but not just a collar, a posture collar,” Becki replied. She continued, “Now, pull up your hair,” she said as she threaded the wide collar through the cage bars. Jennifer meekly pulled her hair out of the way and allowed the teen to lock the collar around her throat. She was barely able to move her head; it was so tall and tight. A large metal lead ring clattered at the front of the collar as she tried to find a comfortable position.

Jennifer was feeling the cool chrome with her hands when Becki spoke again. “Now, put your hands behind your back, Ms. Jackson, so we can put these shackles we made on you.” She held the shackles, which were about three inches wide welded to the ends of a solid bar about four inches long.

“Um, Becki, don’t you think you should let me out of the cage before you put those on me?”

“Nonsense, Ms. Jackson. Besides, you’re in no position to argue the matter.”

Reluctantly, Jennifer held her hands behind her. Since she was kneeling, she just rested her forehead on the floor of the cage. As Becki, (with Kim’s help) locked the rigid shackles on their counselor’s wrists, Jennifer felt something cold and hard wrapping around her slender ankles. Becki told her that Staci and Aimee were putting a matching pair of shackles on her ankles. Jennifer looked between her knees as the girls clicked the ankle shackles closed.

Here she was, caged, collared, and cuffed, all by her own students. To make matters worse, she felt that familiar wetness between her thighs again. Jennifer knew that she had to get some relief . . . and soon.

“Ok Becki, I really need for you to let me go now,” the caged counselor said, barely able to conceal the stress in her voice. Jennifer tried to look up at her, but with the posture collar, and her kneeling position, she was barely able to see to the bottom of girl’s skirts.

“Sure, no problem Ms. Jackson,” Becki replied. Holding her hand out to Aimee, she said, “Let me have the keys, please.”

“I ain’t got the keys. I thought Kim had ‘em.”

“I don’t have any keys. You know Becki won’t let me touch them.” The Korean girl blushed as she said this. “Maybe Staci has them?”

Jennifer was getting alarmed at the direction the conversation was taking.

Staci replied, “I thought you gave them to Mr. Tanner, Becki?”

Now Jennifer was very alarmed; and aroused! She couldn’t let that dirty old man find her like this. She couldn’t imagine having to depend on him to release her, could she? But she shuddered with pleasure at the thought of Mr. Tanner standing over her as she kneeled in the cage.

Finally Becki said, “Oh wait, I guess I had them all along,” as she pulled them keys out of her purse. After a few moments, Jennifer was released from her bonds. It took so long because Becki insisted on locking everything onto Kim as she unlocked it from Jennifer. As a counselor, she probably should have done something about that, but at the time Jennifer was more concerned with the growing itch between her legs. She wished the girls a good day and ran as fast as her stiletto heels would let her to the staff bathroom.

A couple of weeks later Jennifer was observing a rape prevention class that was taught here at RHS by the Riverside Police Department.

The spandex uniform Officer Candy (What kind of name is Candy for a cop, Jennifer thought) was wearing was super-cute! Jennifer made a mental note to try to get one, maybe for Halloween or something. Jennifer got close enough to read the back of her uniform, ‘Property of RPD,’ and wasn’t sure if she really was a cop, but didn’t care. She was more interested in the male officer, who was gorgeous! Maybe it was his muscled chest, or chiseled features, or rock-hard abs showing through his shirt, but Jennifer knew she just had to have him.

Jennifer wasn’t really paying attention to the class; she was busy checking out Officer Johnson’s tight ass. After a few minutes, the Officer Candy briefly left and brought back a couple of boxes. Meanwhile, Officer Johnson had called for volunteers to help cuff the students. He picked all the guys, which Jennifer thought was kind of sexist. But immediately, “He can cuff me up anytime,” flashed through her mind.

After the boys, along with Officer Johnson and Candy, got everyone cuffed in those plastic riot cuffs, Candy started the class and Officer Johnson quietly walked out of the gym. Trying to keep her heels from tapping on the gym floor, Jennifer slipped out behind him.

She caught up to him in the hallway. “Hey, Officer Johnson, wait a sec.”

He stopped and turned to her, smiling as she trotted up to him. “Hey babe, what’s up?”

“I’m Counselor Jackson,” she said as she stopped next to him. “But you can call me Jennifer.” Running her manicured finger down the front of his shirt, she said, “I was wondering if you could show me a pair of those plastic handcuffs that every one else is getting to try on. Maybe in my office?”

Leering down at her, he replied, “No problem babe, just show me the way,” As Jennifer’s stiletto heels clicked on the tile floor, he pulled a pair of the flex-cuffs off his belt.