The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Danella sat curled into the arm of her couch as she flipped through her heavy tome of a hardcover book. Her thick glasses fell slightly along her nose, but without breaking her stride she rose a hand to push them back into place. No matter what she did they never seemed to keep the right position when she spent hours upon hours reading.

The nearby coffee table held books that should have had more of her attention but were instead left ignored.

Textbooks.

An open literature book was beside a spiral notebook with lazily scribbled notes that ended abruptly amidst an incomplete sentence. Sitting nearby, the student herself didn’t seem to mind the state of affairs, and instead was wrapped up in a fictional world where her slacking didn’t matter. Her green eyes traced their way across familiar pages as her mind immersed itself. She was so wrapped up in her reading that she didn’t even hear the door open and shut when her roommate got home.

“Well that class was a waste of my time, but at least I have you to commiserate with, right?” Shana smirked as she caught sight of Danella. While she had half hoped for a response, even one that showed the other woman heard her but hadn’t paid attention to the words said, the silence hardly surprised or bothered her.

Shana’s long, long legs made the short black skirt she wore seem almost obscene for casual public wear. It made the stethoscope hanging around her neck look even more out of place against the bright pink blouse as she threw her jacket onto the couch next to her roommate. Even the proximity of the sound didn’t render a response.

Rolling her eyes, Shana strolled over to her roommate and snapped her fingers between the book and Danella’s glasses.

“Wah! S-sorry, I didn’t hear you come in! I was lost analyzing the-hey, give that back!” Danella reached out desperately for her book as Shana snatched it away with a very casual tug.

“I don’t know how you can be so distracted by something you’ve read… how many times?” Shana glanced to the cover of the book with a giggle. “Come on, Dani. Doyle didn’t even like the guy that much. He only went back to writing his stories because he needed money. If he couldn’t be bothered I don’t know why you would. Especially when you have so much reading to do for your homework.”

Shana snapped the book shut before dropping it beside the open textbook. Danella grabbed it up with a whine, quietly muttering the page number repeatedly under her breath as she struggled to find her place anew. After a bookmark was shoved into place she closed the book anew and carefully set it beside the textbook.

“Elementary, my dear Shana!” Danella rose from the couch, her sort stature compared to the taller woman making her attempt at adjusting her glasses in a somehow regal and dignified way seem all the more childish. “Because there’s something so romantic about a character who is so insightful, observant, clever… how everything fits together so perfectly when you know how to dissect it… and come on, magnifying glasses are awesome.”

Danella grinned as though somehow that explained everything.

Shana rolled her eyes and smiled as she reached out to ruffle her friend’s dark black hair. With most of it tied back in a pair of pigtails it only made the act more satisfying for the taller woman. “Fair enough, fair enough… How goes figuring things out?”

The shorter, curvaceous woman’s grin faded away with a tired sigh.

Her posture slumped, which while it did give the taller woman a perfect angle for looking down the neckline of her t-shirt, it did a decent job of answering the question. “No luck, really. The lit degree won’t be too bad to keep going for, right? But I really don’t have any clue what I want to do beyond that. But hey, that’ll give me options, right?”

“Sure enough!” Shana smiled as she moved to collapse on top of her jacket. Her eyes lingered along her roommate’s ample curves, taking advantage of her green eyes being focused more on the incomplete notes on the table below them. “You know, I just might have a way that I can help you figure these things out. At least a little bit. I can’t promise anything magic, but it can’t hurt.”

Danella quietly pouted as she collapsed back on the couch before forcing a silly grin back onto her face. “I know girls are supposed to experiment in college, but I already did that in high school, so I don’t think making out with you is the solution.”

Shana rolled her eyes and tugged on one of her roommate’s pigtails. The pull elicited a series of giggles for both women before Shana released Danella’s hair with a sigh. “Oh I know. What was that you said? ‘If we’re going to be roommates, then we can’t fool around because that would make things weird.’ I remember. Even if I still disagree. Having someone to come home to for some casual makeouts would make being a premed student a lot less stressful!”

The shorter woman scrunched up her face in the faintest bit of a pout before shaking her head. It was a discussion the two had shared entirely too many times. It always came back to the same answer. Given that Shana never seemed too disappointed—and never upset—Danella never found it tiresome.

It would be flattering if Shana had wanted to take their friendship to the next level. If she wanted to be more than fuckbuddies, anyway. I’m not the kind of girl who wants to kiss and then see that girl I just kissed run off with someone else…

Shana snapped her fingers infront of Danella’s face again, earning a louder pout. “Hey! I’m paying attention! Honest! Less stressful, premed, right!”

“Then I said more, but you were zoning out again. Which is typical, really.” Shana grinned before giving Danella’s hair another gentle tug. The whine that followed was shorter, and resonated with apology. “But that’s okay. Anyway, no, I wasn’t trying to use that as an excuse to suggest makeouts. Even if I think they would help your mood, too. I have to take all sorts of classes for my degree, and one of the things that keeps coming up is hypnosis.”

“Hypnosis?” Danella stared in disbelief. “Like ‘youuu are uuunder my pooower’ hypnosis? If you’re really that desperate for makeouts, there have to be better ways than that.”

Shana gently shoved her friend before wrapping an arm around her to pull Danella close. “Brat! If I want makeouts, I can find them. I might not be a sexy busty little nerd girl, but these legs catch an eye or two. Especially when I wear skirts like this.”

The grin on Shana’s face grew as she slowly crossed her legs. Danella’s eyes were locked on her thighs, just as she’d hoped. It was impossible to deny how long and sexy her legs were. I’ve imagined nuzzling along them a few too many times… Should probably work harder so she doesn’t realize how much I love her taste in skirts.

Silence reigned for several long moments as Shana ran a hand along her thigh to direct those all too eager green eyes. To say that Danella was oblivious to the way her gaze was being lead would be an understatement.

“Still… Hypnosis isn’t some makeout making magic. It’s a proven technique that can help you come to all sorts of conclusions. Just give me a try, and I might be able to help take care of all of your uncertainty.” Shana raised an eyebrow. “That’s worth the risk of makeouts, mm?”

Danella’s cheeks flushed as she managed a series of quick, shy nods.

Again silence hung over the room. Danella shifted back into the couch, wiggling into place and shaking her heavy breasts subtly in the process. Now I can’t stop thinking about her legs. And her lips. It doesn’t take being a clever detective to see your sexy premed roommate is a knockout. Maybe if we ever do end up dating you can write the stories of my adventures. That could be kinda neat…

Shana snapped her fingers again, and Danella followed with yet another pout. “There’s no way that you said anything more that time!”

“True.” Shana nodded, and then raised an eyebrow. “But you also didn’t answer me. So I was just kinda sitting here wondering when you would come back from your own little world and give me an answer. If you don’t want to, that’s okay. I just know you’d like a little more direction in your life, so if I could offer to help…”

“It’s worth a shot, right?” Danella smiled hopefully as she pulled her friend into a soft hug. “If it doesn’t work it’s not like I’ll be out anything but a few minutes, right? So why not? Can we do it after dinner though? I really want to get to a better spot in my reading…”

Shana laughed and returned the hug. After a thoughtful pause she pressed her lips to Danella’s cheek for a long, slow kiss. “Sounds fine to me, Dani. I should probably make a little headway in my homework. I can’t afford to put it off to the last minute like you can. Takes me way too much effort.”

Danella’s eyes were again locked on Shana’s long sexy legs as she rose from the couch. It seemed unfair that her roommate be so much taller, but then for the source of that height to be so eye-catching seemed even more cruel.

“You’re smart, it doesn’t matter that it takes you a little longer to get things done... just that they’re done right when you do!” Danella winked and grinned as she eagerly opened her book anew.

“Thanks, Dani. That means a lot coming from you!” Shana grinned as she walked away, fingers playing along the rim of the stethoscope still hanging around her neck.

She didn’t need to glance back to know that her roommate was once again buried deep in familiar tales. She didn’t need to look back to imagine the sight of her roommate’s eyes growing hazy as she imagined whispering words low and sweet into her ear. She squeezed her stethoscope and moved off towards her room.

Homework would need to wait for her fingers to relieve a little pent up desire.

“So, what do you need me to do?” Danella adjusted her glasses as she again wiggled into place on the couch. She’d been the one to suggest waiting, but the subject hadn’t left her mind for an instant. She was going to be letting Shana hypnotize her.

If it wouldn’t scream just how much I’m one of the girls who loves her legs I’d have asked her to put on something a bit… longer before going into my brain. Fighting off the blush was futile. The more she tried to not be embarrassed, or to think about something else, the more she thought of how good that skirt made Shana’s ass look, and then following it down took so long and had such a lovely effect.

She surrendered to the blush and looked down at her hands in her lap in an attempt to have some small modicum of composure.

“Oh it isn’t so difficult, really. All you need to do is sit back, and relax. You can even close your eyes if you want. I’ll just be right beside you.” Shana sat, closer than earlier, and rested her hand softly over Danella’s. “All you’ll have to do is listen to my voice. I’ll do all of the heavy lifting. You can let that big, heavy nerdbrain of yours rest for a little bit. Okay?”

“O-okay. That doesn’t sound too bad. I did get a lot of studying done before you showed up. Nerdbrain could use a recharge!” Danella giggled after halfheartedly thrusting her first into the air.

Shana smiled serenely, gently stroking over Danella’s hand. “Exactly. So why don’t you just relax, close your eyes to give those cute green eyes of yours a rest, and listen to my voice…”

Danella nodded. Her chest slowly rose as she took in a deep breath, followed by a slow happy sigh. She does have a really pretty voice… and even if she’s been joking around about wanting to make out with me since… forever… I can trust her. This should be fun.

“Just listen to my voice, and let everything else grow more distant, softer, less important. Right now, nothing else matters as much as the sound of my voice….” Danella could never remember Shana’s voice sounding so dreamy. It seemed to envelop her like a satin blanket that then gracefully carried her through their soothing journey.

The apartment around her felt long forgotten as her roommate’s voice continued to grow lower, and softer. It was like a lullaby, whispering her into a waking slumber.

A lazy grin spread across Danella’s lips as she let out a happy, tired sigh. All she had to do was listen. Shana’s voice kept whispering about relaxing, about letting go, about letting her words slip into the places that guided her mind… and all Danella had to do was just smile and let it happen.

Surrender.

It almost made her giggle. She’d been worrying so much about what she was supposed to do, what was supposed to come next, but in that moment all those worries were gone. Not erased, but unimportant. Only Shana’s voice mattered. Only Shana’s voice guided her mind.

It was so nice to be free of that responsibility.

Everything felt even nicer when the couch under her went away. Shana went away. Her voice was there, but all the rest of reality was gone. Unimportant. Insignificant. The only aspect of it that remained was that voice, that powerful, erotic voice that was wrapped around Danella’s mind like a long pair of sexy unending legs.

She moaned, nuzzling into that feeling as the only sensation that was still real.

A new reality formed around her, one that was so much calmer than her reality of origin. It was so much softer. So much more free.

Her stuffy clothing had vanished along with her old thoughts, her old self, her old form. Piece by piece, a French maid’s uniform took their place.

Black heels wrapped around her feet. Stockings slowly enveloped her legs, attaching to a garter belt up above a lacy, frilly skirt far too short to hide anything were she to move. The top dipped so low, black framed with white lace, feeling like it put her more on display than dressed her. The lace around her neck, and the small hat atop her hair felt even more perfect. The bliss of her hair being pulled free of its tails felt like all of her responsibilities and the heavy weight of independence being pulled free.

Even if the uniform exposed her, and squeezed tight around her body, the feeling of needing to worry about nothing else was so much stronger.

All I need to do is listen to her voice… surrender… Let Shana take care of me…

Danella moaned as she felt herself mincing through her new reality. She bent over in front of a girl with thick, heavy glasses, and brushed a feather duster over her face. The more she brushed, the more the woman looked peaceful, placid, and thoughtless. She had looked so worried at first, straining against an impossible weight, but then she became so much… happier.

Content.

The two worked together to strip the short busty woman, pulling her hair out of her pigtails, and then dressing her in a maid uniform that Shana’s voice provided piece by piece by piece. The heels looked so good on her cute feet, and the stockings made her pale legs look so impossibly erotic. The garterbelt seemed to pull her into a straighter posture. At the insistence of Shana’s voice she noted how good the short woman’s impressive breasts looked in the constraining top surrounded by such gentle, beautiful lace.

At Shana’s suggestion, she glanced down the hall, and saw an endless line of those short, busty women. Already she knew the only way to help fix their uncertainty that weighed so heavy on all of their faces.

“You have to strip away that independence, that responsibility, that identity, from all of them… and dress them all, one by one, as pretty, obedient maids. From those cute black heels, to those frilly little hats…” Shana’s voice filled Danella’s mind, as firm as it was soft. “You have to give them all an understanding of the truth that all you need to do is relax, be my pretty, sweet, adorable busty little maid… and everything will be better.”

“Everything… better…” Danella moaned it out along with the doppelganger she’d already helped dress. “Your busty little maid…”

“Mmm that’s right. Strip them all down… and dress them all up. Sexy. Docile. Domestic. No worries. Just sweet obedience.”

Danella nodded as she moved through her perfect reality, peeling the clothing from the next woman in line. She sighed as she watched the woman’s breasts come into view, and savored how pretty she looked even before her makeover was complete. She’s so perfect for being Shana’s sexy, docile, domestic, busty little maid… adorable…

Time seemed to stand still, even as it moved by so impossibly fast. By the fifth woman she needed to dress, she was already starting out nude. By the tenth, she already was wearing heels.

They were all so eager to follow suit.

Of course they’re so eager. They all want to be happy, busty, adorable little sexy maids like me! Danella sighed in euphoria as she helped the last woman in the hallway pull her hat on tight.

“All… done…” She moaned, feeling her words pierce the veil between realities.

“Then you don’t need to be thinking for a while, sweetheart. You can let me take care of that instead.” Shana’s voice felt like a pair of lips kissing the center of Danella’s forehead. The words that followed melted the last shuddering grasp of her hold on reality.

Snap

Shana’s fingers were infront of Danella’s face. She tried to remember what she had been doing, thinking, or anything even vaguely along those lines… but she couldn’t. Instead, she yawned and slowly fluttered her eyes.

How long was I… What… Did it…? Danella blinked her eyes slowly as she fought her way through the cotton wrapped around her mind.

“You were an excellent subject, you know. Just peachy keen.” Shana grinned, and pressed her lips to Danella’s cheek. “How do you feel? Any better? You were even more stressed about what to do with yourself than I thought, and I was thinking you were going to go grey before getting a two year degree out of the way. But I did my best to help give you a way to not be so… burned out.” Shana paused a moment, watching her friend cutely blink away at the fuzz that still clung persistently at the edges of her perception. “Feel any different?”

“I… feel… different…? Yeah…?” Danella blinked slowly, gently rubbing her own cheek. “Was that long…? I feel really… sleepy. Would it be okay if I just curled up right here…? I feel a lot calmer, not so worried, but really… tired…”

Shana smiled, slowly stroking at the other woman’s dark hair. “Of course, sweetie. Why don’t you just put your head on my shoulder, and relax. I’m sure that sounds really nice.”

Danella quivered. It does sound nice… It sounds… Really, really nice. I could do it for just a moment, and then… Her thoughts drifted off as she shook her head and nuzzled into Shana without fighting for them to return. It was too easy to feel her eyes shut and let everything turn warmer and softer.

Her clothes felt so stuffy. They hugged her body in all of the wrong was. If Shana could see my cleavage I’m sure that I’d feel a lot more relaxed. There’s no way she could see my panties in these pants…

Shana’s fingers continued to stroke through her hair. Their soporific effect was too strong for the tired student to resist.

She never once wondered why her hair was loose.

The next day felt like a blurr. Classes felt easier than they had in such a long time. Either Shana’s hypnosis worked, or the stars are in the right alignment for me to be studying! Thoughts like that drifted through her mind many times throughout the day. She’d awoken on the couch with Shana already gone, but that hadn’t been too much of a concern.

It was the best night’s rest she could remember having in years.

When the day was over she found herself back at home. Shana wouldn’t be home for at least another couple hours. She looked to her book sitting on the coffee table. Its bookmark called to her, but something deeper inside stirred.

This place is so messy! Cleaning it will help me relax. Cleaning it will help me know what I have to do with my life. Danella sighed and nodded at the words as though they were spoken by someone else.

Of course they were right. Cleaning always helped Danella relax and not worry about things that didn’t matter. She would have started to clean right away, but she wasn’t wearing the right uniform for that. Her regular clothes, now that she was at home, felt constrictive and frumpy. She needed something that really showed off her body. Otherwise, how was she supposed to help Shana relax when she got home?

Danella made her way into her room, wiggling her way out of her tight jeans and throwing her sweater onto her bed. She looked down at her breasts with a lazy grin, giggling as her bra falling loose caused them to jiggle. I’m so adorable… busty… I don’t need to worry about a thing!

Her grin grew more relaxed as she peeled off the last of her clothes, and made her way to her closet. Just like she knew it would be her uniform hung on its hook, eagerly awaiting her. In no time at all she turned from a naked college girl into a sexy French maid.

She looked into the mirror, adjusting her glasses as she looked over her reflection. She was short, hardly blessed with legs like Shana’s, but what she had was more than ample. She savored the way the top of her uniform tightly held her breasts, making her deep cleavage all the more alluring. She savored the way that the skirt was too short to be made to hide so much as to specially reveal.

The lace around her neck was like a collar without need for a leash.

She picked up a feather duster and began to move around the apartment, rubbing away layers of dust that two college girls had never before bothered to care about. The cleaner their apartment became, the sexier Danella felt.

I’m her sexy, adorable, docile little maid… busty little maid… Danella’s eyes hooded, glazed and guileless as she finished cleaning the living room and moved in to Shana’s room.

Normally she would have felt rude to go into the other woman’s room uninvited, but the whole apartment was hers to keep clean. It wouldn’t have been respectful if she left Shana’s space alone. The more she cleaned the other woman’s room, the better she felt. She was making Shana’s life easier. She wanted that. She wanted to repay the other woman for helping her see how easy and happy her future could be.

Shana was a premed student. She was going to be a doctor, or something like that. All Danella needed was a degree, just in case money ever got tight.

She already had the perfect job lined up as Shana’s maid.

This is such an easy answer to all of my problems! Mmmm I don’t know why I never thought of this before… Danella smiled and giggled to herself. Guess I’m not much of a detective if I couldn’t figure that out with the facts at hand…

After she was done cleaning their small apartment, Danella stood dutifully in front of the door. She held her duster behind her arched back, smiling as her mind relaxed and drifted along the warmth of having a clean apartment with no greater woes. It possessed a simplicity that her life had never before matched. A happy simplicity. She could barely wait for Shana to return home.

When at last the door opened, Shana froze and quickly slammed the door shut behind her. “Oh. Wow. You’re all… ready then, huh?”

“Of course!” Danella rolled her eyes before carefully adjusting her thick glasses. “Casual makeouts are essential for helping my beautiful premed student unwind! Oh, it’s been cold out, just a moment…” She reached down into her cleavage as Shana stared with wide eager eyes. She withdrew a tube of chapstick, and slowly spread it across her full lips before smacking them cutely several times. “There we go! Now I’m all ready! It’s been cold out there and you’re always licking your lips… that’s really bad for them, you know.”

Shana stared a moment longer before giving a shrug and bending down to melt her lips into Danella’s. The smaller woman moaned, trembling as she melted her body tight against Shana. Her nipples rose up against her uniform as she reached for the other woman’s arms to pull them around her.

Shana was all too happy to oblige, feeling along the warm, yielding body of the smaller woman. She groped at her curves as she pressed her lips more roughly into her maid’s. It was all exactly what she had been wanting for so long.

Casual makeouts were already making her heavy course load feel so much more tolerable.

When the kiss finally ended Danella was limp and slumped against Shana who held her effortlessly. “Mmm that was… see what I was talking about? A bit more casual sexuality between the two of us… Mmm and maybe some casual ownership, casual cleaning… How do you feel about me returning the favor?”

“Wh—…what do you have in mind?” Danella sighed as she nuzzled into Shana’s more modest chest.

“I was thinking that a literature degree takes a lot of thinking too. I did help you with the uniform, but… I think that after so long on your feet, it might be better for you to spend a little time…” Shana reached under her maid’s skirts, grasping at her bare ass before giving it a tender knead. “Maybe… on my bed. I can think of a few places I’d like to… clean…”

“O-oh! Madamoizelle is feeling frisky, non?” Danella giggled as her eyes turned even glassier, and her lips rubbed together. Her thighs clenched. “I would be happy to… get off my feet. Mmm but it is so far, yes?”

Shana’s eyes sparkled as her mind connected the dot. “Mmm I think I can help with that…” She bent down, and pulled the smaller woman into her arms before carrying her into her room. “A special one-of-a-kind ride for my special little maid. Your accent is atrocious, but it’s cute that you’re trying, Dani! You even left your hair down for me. You look so sexy with your hair splayed out like that…”

Danella hooded her eyes as she laid back on the bed, and slowly pulled up her skirt to reveal her slick sex. “It felt much more freeing to wear it loose… I am glad madamoizelle approves!”

Their eyes met as they shared a long giggle.

“Don’t worry, the accent doesn’t kill it for me. And if it did, well, we could always train you, huh? You are such a sexy little thing you know. I’ve wanted you so much for so long. Never thought… Mmm…” Shana crawled onto the bed as she nuzzled her way under Danella’s skirt, kissing and suckling at her sensitive flesh.

The maid moaned, sounds quickly dissolving to screams as her body arched and shook. “O-oh! That’s… Mmm good to know! I’ve… wanted you too, you know! Just… Mmm… Not always the ways… you wanted… less… oooh casual! But this… Mmm… works for me!”

She couldn’t imagine a situation that would work out more perfectly. She grasped one of Shana’s hands, and squeezed it to her breast as she rolled her hips. Her lover’s tongue knew just how to dance across her lust slicked pussy. It took almost no time at all for her loud screams to reach fever pitch.

Her hair formed a dark halo around her. Her skin glistened with sweat as with each shuddering buck of her hips her breasts fought in vain to struggle out of the deep neckline and instead merely squished together in a way Shana would have loved to have seen were she not busy memorizing far more intimate parts of her maid’s anatomy.

“MMmm m-madamoizelle! I-I am going… going to… going to cum…!” It had been too long since Danella had been with a woman. The pleasure she yielded to now made those dalliances look pitiful and meaningless compared to the deep surrender she indulged now.

Words from a distant dream told her that when a maid came for her premed student, she was hers forever. She never again would have to worry or fret about what would be next in her life. She never again needed to stress or worry over things like choices.

“Cum for me, Danella!”

Shana’s words fucked their way deep into the maid’s mind. It was only a moment later when her voice cracked, and Shana found her face drenched with her lover’s slick nectar.

Both women panted, mewling, and squirming against the bed. It was a long moment before Shana kissed her way up the other woman’s body, sharing the taste of Danella with the woman herself. “Mmm then… how about we make things a lot less casual. Want to be my girlfriend, and the maid that gives me makeouts when I get home?”

Danella’s eyes hooded, and she grinned as she spoke again in her embarrassingly thick accent. “There is nothing more deceptive than obvious fact… but it should be obvious. Yes.”

Their lips met again, locked in passion and devotion, and did not part for some time.