The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Veronica Carson had a rough afternoon. As a member of the Town Council, she had an important meeting with the Mayor and several Committee Chairs. A proposal for increasing the town’s education budget was not well received by the Mayor. Her only ally at the meeting was the Chairman of the Board of Ed. She felt like her head was in the proverbial vice, as her tension headache raged. She hoped that she could just hop in a warm bath. Instead, she was forced to wear a fake smile.

“Sandy. It’s nice to see you. Derek tells me that you two are an item,” said Veronica, as she gave a somewhat tepid hug to the girl.

“It’s true, Mrs. Carson. You’re son’s an amazing guy,” smiled Sandy.

“Now who are these lovely young women?”

“Mom, this is Mindy Harrellson and Maya Rivera. They are two of Sandy’s best friends,” said Derek, as the women greeted each other with handshakes.

“We’ve heard so much about Derek from Sandy, we thought we should get to know him too,” said Mindy. “So far, he’s everything she’s advertised.”

“I think Derek has made me laugh about a dozen times since I got here. You’re son’s really sweet and charming,” said Maya.

Veronica winced, as she felt a sharp pain.

“What’s the matter Mom? Don’t you agree with them?” laughed Derek.

“Sorry honey. I just have a wicked headache.”

Aside from being bitchy, Sandra Turner had an amazing way of organizing people. Despite losing a lot of that bitchiness, Sandy Turner still had this trait. “I’m sorry you’re not well, Mrs. C. ,” she said, reverting back to her old nickname for her boyfriend’s Mom. “What can we do to help?”

“I’ll be OK, Sandy.”

“Derek tells me that Mr. C is not coming home tonight. Let us help. The three of us are pretty good cooks. Let us whip something up for you and Derek.”

“But Sandy…”

“Mom. Let us help. You just sit back and relax. Let us take care of everything,” smiled her son.

“OK, that’s really sweet of you all. Thank you,” said Veronica weakly, as she put her feet up on the couch in the family room. When the pain reliever kicked in, she dozed.

In the kitchen, they decided to sauté some veal with some pasta. Mindy knew how to make a really good Alfredo sauce, but needed a few ingredients, so Derek and Maya went out to get them. On the drive to the store, Derek had his free hand on Maya’s thigh the whole way. Maya was in heaven.

“Hello, Carson residence,” said Sandy into the phone receiver.

“Hi, who’s this?” came a young woman’s voice.

“Sandy Turner.”

“Sandy? It’s Laura Carson. How are you doing?” asked the voice.

“Fine., Laura. My friends and I are just helping out your Mom. She’s had a rough day and is taking a nap”

Laura Carson was making plans to come home this weekend and wanted to make sure that her family was available. The last person she thought she would be talking to would be Sandy Turner after what Sandy had done to her brother four years ago. “Derek isn’t there, is he?”

“Nope. He’s out running an errand for supper. You can probably reach him on his cell.”

“OK, thanks Sandy,” she said momentarily thinking that maybe she should call her hometown police.

“Laura, it’s great to hear your voice again! There are so many things that have happened. Derek has made me so happy!” she chimed.

“Derek?”

“Yes. My boyfriend, Derek.”

Laura had problems believing her ears. She knew Sandra Turner and despite her voice, this sounded nothing like her. Laura still had many friends who were seniors at Wilson High, so she had a pretty good grasp on what was going on there. She had not heard that her nerdy brother was dating “The Queen of Mean”, as she was referred to by her classmates. The idea that this could ever happen was completely absurd. She’d have to call Derek to see if Sandra had gone crazy. If so, she was sure he’d call the cops, she thought. In the meantime, she decided to play along. “No sense in upsetting a crazy person,” she thought. “OK, ‘Sandy’. I’m coming home this weekend, so I hope to see you then.”

After their parting greeting, Sandy hung up, with a sad smile. She knew that Laura had detested her at school. Laura was a lovely girl two years Sandy and Derek’s senior. Unlike her brother, she had been quite popular and was her Class Treasurer. Sandy had made an attempt to steal her boyfriend. While she failed, she wasn’t sure if he had ever said anything to his girlfriend about it. It was bad enough that Sandy had been involved in the plot to get Derek stuffed in a locker, if Laura knew about what she had done to her; she would be in real trouble. She knew she had to find a way to live these actions down if she was going to be able to continue to be Derek’s girlfriend.

“Hey squirt!”

“Hey Lola,” came the phone greeting from the two siblings using their nicknames for each other.

“What the fuck!? You and that bitch?”

“I see you’ve heard about me and Sandy.”

“I can think of two interrogatives that I want to stuff down your throat.”

“’How and When’?”

“ Actually ‘How’ and ‘Why’ came to mind first.”

“Well, to be honest…” which he wasn’t completely, “I made a deal with her to help her with some errands. She kind of had a cross between a meltdown and an epiphany about her life. Sandra had just got out of an abusive relationship and she realized that she’d rather date a nice smart guy…”

“Then why is she dating you,” she cracked, lightheartedly. “Come on, give me the scoop!”

“I guess I’ll have to go into more detail, because “whatever Lola wants…”

“’Lola gets,’” she laughed, finishing the quote from the song Derek used to give her the nickname.

“OK, Laura. I’m in the checkout line at a supermarket. I promise to call you back.”

“No need. I’m coming home this weekend.”

“Cool sis!” he said trying to cover his obvious excitement. He hadn’t seen his sister since just after the new year.

“Yeah, baby bro, I miss you too. See ya.”

“Bye.”

“So how did Laura take the news about you and Sandy?” asked Maya.

“Like I was talking to her from the moon. I hope that when she sees us together, she’ll realize that this is really happening.”

After paying the cashier, Derek and Maya made their way out the door and then they almost ran right into the stranger who changed their lives.

“Hey Derek, remember me?”

“Yes,” replied Derek somberly.

“Oh, C’mon kid. Lighten up. I should be your hero.”

Derek did not respond, as the man could see the fear in the boy’s eyes.

“Look Derek, I was having a bad day when I encountered you and your friends. I’m really not that bad a guy.”

“With all due respect, what you did was a pretty bad thing.”

“Wow! I thought I was bad when I was a kid. You’re a freakin’ boy scout,” he laughed.

“You were a nice kid?”

“Remember when I told you that you reminded me of myself as a kid. Anyway, I’m both tickled and impressed by what you have done with the girls,” he paused as he laughed. “Shit, man. You had feelings for the black girl, yet she’s the furthest of the four from your heart. You also took the bitch, who complicated your life and turned her into your girlfriend. I see your cute little firebrand here has been reduced to your willing toy,” he said, pointing to Maya, who remained perfectly quiet.

“I didn’t mean to do a lot of those things.”

“I agree; consciously, at least. Somewhere inside, you still harbored a major crush on the bitch or should I say the ‘former bitch’ and now sweet girlfriend .This one, you are with, annoyed the hell out of you. Luckily, all she needed was a guy she could trust and now she’s your happy little puppy. The other one…”

“OK, I get your point.”

“Let me finish,” the man smiled. Derek obliged.

“The redhead pissed you off; as if she was about as annoying as a sister. She was having daddy issues, starving for affection and confused about her sexuality. You’ve changed her into a bisexual, non-biological, sister, who is now happy to fuck your brains out.”

“That’s sick!”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” he laughed, Derek bit his tongue. “You miss your real sister, so she’s filling that role for you. Because of my deal, you have to fuck her. She wants it. You do too, not because you want to do your real sister, but because you both were crying out for intimacy,” he paused before continuing. “Now Chantelle… you’re keeping your emotional and somewhat physical distance from her because you love her and she loves someone else. You want to keep it that way because you genuinely care for her.”

“OK, what’s up with the psychoanalysis?” asked a somewhat emboldened Derek.

“This started out as an ill-mannered overreaction on my part, but it has become something more. You have an amazing gift for empathy. You buried it under your lack of confidence, but it’s there.”

“How would my empathy have anything to do with what I did to the girls?”

“Derek, you’ve given each girl what she wanted deep down in her heart. For you to do that, you had to connect to their feelings at a subconscious level. That requires an unusually high amount of empathy.”

“So you’re saying they all WANTED this to happen.”

“At some level, they did,” replied the man.

Derek thought back to the response of each girl to his meddling in their minds. With Maya, she seemed legitimately happy to be his slave. With Sandy, she had hated herself and what she had become, after her parents almost divorced. Before that, she had a happy life that Derek had been part of, as her friend. With Mindy, he saw her pain at her confusion over her sexuality and connected to her in such a way that a mutual affection and attraction was developed between the two. “This is all quite fascinating, but why are you telling me all of this?”

“For two reasons. One that I’ll share with you now.” he said mysteriously. “While you’ve done an amazing job with the other three, you’re doing an equally bad job with poor Chantelle.”

“But you…”

“I know, a lot of this is my fault, but not all of it. While you’re a nice guy, Chantelle is your blind spot. You were willing to take her to your Prom, despite the fact that she was another guy’s girl.”

“True, but I was willing to call it off.”

“Yes, but her own poor judgment kept the agreement on. In her attempt to stop you from breaking the deal, she confused your feelings with that kiss.”

“How do you know so much about us?”

“Remember what I said when we met.”

“That you were a powerful man who would not be trifled with?”

“Exactly, I guess that the ‘trifled with’ line was a bit over-the-top, but hey, I was pissed off. The fact that I’m powerful is certainly true.”

Derek sensed that the man for all his power was not completely malevolent, so he tried to reason with him. “Look, can’t you just stop this whole ‘three times a week thing’?”

The man smiled sadly. “I was wondering when you would get to that. I’m sorry that I’ve put you all in this position, but for the time being, I can’t do that.”

“Why?”

“For starters, because you haven’t helped Chantelle. You’re just ignoring her.”

“I’m having sex with her.”

“Yes, you’ve helped her physical needs, but not the emotional needs she has, the way you’ve done for the others. Even if I lifted the compulsion now, the girl was in pain before and it’s even worse now that her feelings for you have intensified.”

“Are you saying that she had feelings for me before this?”

“That kiss wasn’t only about manipulating you to stay in the agreement. She was quite fond of you. Now she is hung up on you and you’re just using her for sex.”

“She knows that the only reason I’m doing that is for her own good.”

“Consciously she understands it. Still, she sees the way you are with the other girls and she wants it to be that way for her too.”

“What about Cassius, her boyfriend?”

“She loves him too. Whoever said that love was easy or made sense?”

“So I need to get close to Chantelle for her to be happy?”

“I’m not sure this will make her ‘completely happy’, but it will relieve some of her pain and she will feel some happiness. Ultimately she needs to make a tough decision that SHE needs to make. By what you are doing to her, you are taking away her power to make that decision, by making it for her.”

“I see. Out of curiosity you said that there were two reasons for talking to me.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t get into the second reason right now. Let’s just see what happens over the next six months.”

“OK,” said Derek uneasily,

After a farewell greeting and as he walked away, Maya turned and looked at Derek. “That man scares me, Derek.”

“Me too, sweetheart. Me too.”

When Veronica Carson opened her eyes, it was dark outside. She felt a little better, but she felt really weak. She also smelled a wonderful aroma coming from the kitchen. When she walked in she saw several people bustling around grabbing plates, silverware and glasses. She saw a redheaded teen standing next to her range stirring a pot. While a covered frying pan and another pot were on other burners.

“Hi Mom! Glad to see you are up and about. You OK?” asked Derek, as he kissed her on the cheek.

“I guess so,” How long have I been out?”

“About two hours.”

Sandy came up to her boyfriend and Derek instinctively put his arm around her waist and she smiled. “Dinner’s almost ready, Mrs. C.”

“Sandy, you really didn’t…”

“I… we did. You needed help and we were here.”

Veronica looked at the girl. There was something odd about her demeanor. She seemed honestly happy to be with her son, but Ronnie knew that there was still some tension that needed to be resolved. “Sandy, I just want to thank you. What you and your friends have done is wonderful and I truly appreciate it.”

“That means so much to me, Mrs. C!” cried Sandy as she threw herself into his boyfriend’s mother’s arms and hugged her; tears streaming down her face.

Veronica stiffened initially at her guest’s conduct, but slowly melted into the embrace and stroked the girl’s blond hair. “It’s OK, Sandy. If Derek has forgiven you then the least I can do is do the same.”

Derek joined the hug. “Thanks Mom! I don’t know how to explain it, but Sandy and I know that we belong together. She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t honestly care for me,” he said, as he turned Sandy around, dried her tears with his thumb and then kissed her sweetly on the lips.

Veronica saw what was happening, but instead of paying attention to her son’s expression, she looked at the girl, whom her daughter, Laura, described as a first class bitch. Aside from the tears, she had a look of childlike wonder in her eyes. Ronnie had seen that look many years ago. Something, had taken this girl back to a more innocent part of her life. Like Maggie Turner, Veronica remembered how Derek and Sandy had played together. They always seemed to have fun in each other’s company. While Derek had stayed sweet, somehow Sandy had lost her way.

Then it occurred to her: Maggie and Paul’s marital problems. They fought constantly; yelling and screaming incessantly at each other. She remembered Rick holding Paul back while she stood in between them and Maggie. None of them had ever thought about the poor little girl who must have been cowering in her room. All the terrible things that the little girl must have heard coming out of the mouths of the two people she loved most in the world. Words not really meant, but in the moment of passion, just as strongly heard and felt by an impressionable nearly eleven year old girl. The hell that poor girl must have been through and the dark journey of self-discovery that followed. Somehow, Sandy Turner had managed to come back from that dark place. She suspected that it was a childhood friendship that had helped to lead her back.

This realization caused Ronnie’s heart to melt. She turned Sandy back to face her and hugged her “I’m so happy that you’re back in our lives, Sandy!” she exclaimed. Sandy began to cry again.

Supper was quite delicious. Veronica enjoyed meeting Derek’s new friends. They seemed to speak really well of her son and the way they looked at him told her that they were sincere. She had a funny thought. Were those girls looking at her son the same way that Sandy was? “He’s certainly a handsome young man but… no it must be my imagination,” she laughed to herself.

Derek then gave Maya and Mindy rides home, leaving Veronica and Sandy time to catch up. When Derek returned, both women just beamed at him.

“Well Sandy, I’ve never seen Derek so happy as he is right now; especially since he was so miserable just last week.”

“Baby? You were sad?” asked Sandy.

“I didn’t make the baseball team this year, though I had been on it for the previous two years,” said Derek. “I guess it is kind of hard. I have been playing baseball for most of my life.”

“You were always good from what I remember,” said Sandy.

“I was pretty damn good in little league. By the time I got to High School, I thought I was still pretty solid. I honestly thought I had a chance to start at shortstop this year.” I guess it just wasn’t in the cards.”

Then something occurred to Sandy. “You say that the Coach told you last week?”

“Yeah. What?”

“I had broken up with Jon the week before, after I had started going to the mall with you.”

“Do you think that it could have been a coincidence?” asked Mrs. Carson.

“I know that Jon Sizemore is pretty mad at me right now. The question is did he have the guts to blackmail the Coach into cutting me? He really is the best player on the team. Most of the good players graduated last year. He might have been desperate enough to cut me to appease Jon,” said Derek.

“That’s terrible!” exclaimed his Mom.

“Derek, Baby, I’m so sorry, if I had anything to do with this,” said Sandy.

“It’s not your fault. I guess what happened, happened. The kid they have at Short now is a decent hitter, but he can’t field a lick. If this is what the Coach wants, so be it. I think I made out pretty damn well, getting you,” he smiled as he hugged Sandy.

“So I guess this is ‘Good Night’?” asked Sandy.

“Yup, you’ve reached your weekly quota,” he laughed.

“You remember that…”

“I know. Our relationship has nothing to do with the punishment.”

“Well, I guess I wouldn’t say nothing, I’ve been thinking. I still need to get it from you, it’s just that I also WANT to get it from you,” she laughed.

“Well, my Mom is expecting me back and your folks are in the house. I guess we could kiss for a while.”

“Where have I heard that before?” she asked.

“We shouldn’t.”

“Why?”

“I might like it too much?” he laughed.

“Isn’t that the point?” she joined in, as they reversed their conversation just before they fell in love.

“Seriously Babe, I didn’t tell you this at the house because of the pressure about my Mom, but Maya and I saw the stranger at the store.”

“Are you guys OK?”

“Yeah. He seemed to be in a much better mood than he was the yesterday.”

“That was because I wasn’t there to piss him off,” she laughed.

“C’mon, honey, be serious.”

“OK, what did he say?”

“He said he wouldn’t reverse the punishment, but he was sympathetic to what was happening. He also said that I was screwing up with Chantelle.”

“Well, I could have told you that. Babe, you need to spend more time with her. Tomorrow, I’ll get her excused from practice, so you can spend some quality time together. There are only two Basketball games left, after that, our season is essentially done until the end of April and competitions. Then we’ll all have more time to get our weekly Derek fix,” she grinned.

“OK, baby.”

“Now lean your seat back.”

“Why?”

“Because there is something I want to do for you,” she grinned, as she bent over and undid his belt and unzipped his fly. “Now prop yourself up for a second, as she pulled hard, as his pants, pooled around his ankles. She then fished out his rock hard member through the boxer’s fly, and then she bent down and made it disappear down her gullet.

“Uhhhh!” he groaned at the sudden sensation of heat around his member.

“Mmmmm,” she buzzed, as her head began to bob up and down on his cock.

“Baby, that feels so nice!” groaned Derek.

Sandy was encouraged by his praise and began to move faster. Her saliva began to ooze down his member, pooling in his boxers, but he didn’t care. She began to let his member out of her throat and began to lick and suck on the head. He felt his arousal swimming in his brain, as she returned to deep throating him. Then his eyes rolled back in his head. “Cumming!” he cried, as she pulled his member out of her throat so its head was tightly sealed by her lips. Then the former “Queen of Mean” proceeded to swallow every drop. When it was over, Derek pulled up his pants, as Sandy popped a few strong mints into her mouth. After sucking on them, she quickly crunched them, swallowed and then she and Derek passionately kissed.

“You’re so amazing!” beamed Derek.

“If I am it’s only because you made me this way.”

“No. You were always in there. I just had to help you escape.”

“You think so?” she asked hopefully.

“I know so,” he grinned.

“Well, then you saved me!”

“And you are making me so happy,” he smiled, as they just grinned at each other, wordlessly for a extended moment. Then Derek leaned in and gave her a brief, but sweet kiss on the lips. “See you at seven?” he asked after breaking the kiss.

“See you at seven,” she beamed, as she got out of the car and watched him drive away.