The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Last night is a blur after ending up with Laura’s face between my legs. I’ll never forget the feeling of her tongue, but whatever came after . . . I don’t really remember. I just know that I woke up on her bed, and she helped me get dressed in some clothes she said she’d picked out just for me. She knew all of my sizes, perfectly . . . Just thinking of that makes me tingle.

A short tight little skirt, black and shiny that only barely went halfway down my thighs was the first part of the outfit. It makes me feel so sluty, to know it would be so easy for Laura’s hand to reach right under my skirt to the lacy red and black panties, pull them aside and . . . Mmm . . .

The top has a v-neck, something I’ve never worn before in my life, and the lacy push up bra makes it actually worth it. The fabric is satiny red, with black ribbons wrapped around it to show off my curves, and pretty little black bows. I thought they were a little bit over the top, but Laura insisted that the black elbow length gloves would only enhance the look and highlight how long and perfect my fingers are. The way she said that makes me think she got to savor my fingers.

I wish I could remember that, but it all being lost in a dusty haze is even better. I love thinking of the world covered in dust, so many eyes gray flecked and lips half parted all day long with hooded eyelids up above . . .

It would be paradise . . .

Now though, we’re heading to school. Today’s curriculum is a much different one than ever before. It’s all about real life vocational training.

“You sure we shouldn’t drop by to grab my bag, you know, for appearances . . .? I don’t think it would look good with what I’m wearing, but it might make me look more . . . normal?” My arm is wrapped around Laura, and my head half rests against hers.

Her head shakes, and I feel it more than see it. “No need, sweetheart. Mmm . . . I could really go for a dose . . . After we finish with Candy, I’m going to need some of the leftovers . . .” Laura kisses my ear, and gives it a nibble before arching against me. “But no, no bag, because after we get Candy, we’re going to go see our supplier. I still don’t really know anything about her, but Chelsea told me where to meet her . . .”

It’s so exciting, so taboo, so absolutely dark . . . It makes me feel so warm and squishy to think of what we’re doing. Making Candy into a dusty girl, meeting the woman behind the dust . . .

“All right . . . Sounds more than good enough to me, sweetie . . .” I blush enough to match my hair and then stare down at the sidewalk. “Sorry, it still just feels so . . . Strange in a great way, to be who I really am with you. I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else . . . The best friend I’ve ever had . . .”

Another magnificent thing from last night was that now I feel . . . so free, and so alive. I love Laura. There are no doubts in my mind that she is the most gorgeous, beautiful, perfect woman in the world. I don’t know why I tried to deny that to myself, or why I tried to deny to myself that I was a lesbian when those stories were already making my thighs steam, but I know the truth now.

The truth really doesn’t so much set you free as binds your wrists down, pins you and forces you to do nothing but arch as reality gives you a good tonguing.

“So . . . do you need me to go over the plan again, my cute little dusty sweetie, or do you remember it well enough?” Laura strokes my hair and tugs a ringlet before letting it go.

“I remember, I remember . . . I haven’t dusted since last night, I’m thinking almost as well as you are . . . Did you actually dust during a class yesterday . . .?” That would have to explain what happened to her, falling asleep and then being so obviously dusty . . .

Laura grins and nods in a very satisfied way. “Yes, I was. Well, I dusted right when I got into school, but it was as if I’d dusted in class. I just had a half a dose, too. I had to hold off for the rest of the day so I’d be clearheaded enough to show you how much fun dust can be . . . and I only just barely was. Mmm and kissing you did dust me up just a little.”

Her eyes hood, and mine do too. The school is just a couple of blocks away, and a part of me wishes it were already right here, while the rest of me wants it to be a million miles away. I want to spend time with just my extra special Laura. That doesn’t mean that dusting Candy won’t be fun . . .

“How did Chelsea meet the woman that made dust? I mean like . . . I believe it, I’m just all curious.” Giggling after a comment like that is sort of impossible to resist. My head is still all screwy even though I can think. That extra strong dust really does pack a kick.

“Well . . . Apparently she was having some law trouble and ended up finding Chelsea randomly in the mall and had some fun dusting her, then decided that she could help her break out into the teenage market.” Laura sounds so smart. She always sounds so smart, but I can hear it even easier now. “Chelsea doesn’t really know anything too useful about her—on purpose. I don’t think we’ll get to find out too much either, but, well . . . I still want to meet her. Maybe I should start learning chemistry, learn some new way to refine it . . .”

She really is a genius. With Laura working at it, that dust could be a million times more potent, and I would just love that so very, very much. If Laura did that, I’m sure that the inventor would give us all the dust we wanted.

I can see the school. The three cement words now just mean a new market, a hunting ground . . . Well not really a hunting ground, more of a recruitment center. What overstressed student wouldn’t just love to have some dust? It seems like it would be just the thing to get the love of your high school life to know you existed. Mmm, so many shy girls afraid of coming out would have a lot easier time if the cheerleader of their choice was dusted. It could be a utopia where no one liked feather dusters!

Finally we’re inside, and I grin. The two of us must look so sizzling like this. Laura’s outfit I think is a lot prettier, a long flowing jacket that stops at her knees and covers up a tight shiny black top with a zipper down the front. She’s wearing a skirt just like mine, so at least we match a little.

Candy might not recognize me like this, even with my hair looking just the same as it always does. Laura would recognize me though, even if she wasn’t the one to dress me. I still can’t believe that she’s really wanted me for nine long years but . . . I do. I really do.

“Stacy?!” The traffic that builds up in the main hall doesn’t slow down, but Candy’s voice has a noticeably more worried tone to it than usual. “What the . . . Stace! What the hell . . .” Her voice dies down below the loud sounds of the crowd, and I can only guess at what other words she might be saying. It really doesn’t matter to me either way. Laura looks into my eyes and I look back into hers before nodding, and starting to head over to the stairs.

Candy follows after us, and while she might be shorter, she sure as hell can run frantically when she wants to. Mmm and when she runs, even if she’s just wearing a green t-shirt and no doubt a modest bra underneath . . . Well . . . it is very yummy.

The three of us all get to the stairs at the same time, and Candy just stares. “I . . . What the . . . Going on?!” Words just seem to drop away, and it’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen that didn’t have to do with Laura.

“We decided on a little . . . wardrobe upgrade. You don’t need to be afraid, Candy. We can go out together and get you something to match . . . You sure as hell have the body for it . . .” Grinning is really too impossible to resist after saying something like that. I understand Laura’s theatrics yesterday.

“We’re just dressed up for fun . . . but you wanted to know why I was acting like that yesterday, didn’t you? Well . . . I have a way to show you.” Laura sits down on the cement slab, and smiles up at Candy. “But you need to sit down.”

She looks so deliciously torn. She can sit down and risk something unknowable happening, or stay standing and learn nothing, eternally perplexed. Candy is too curious. She’ll need to know. She’ll need to sit. And once she sits, the plan can really start. Mmm, even if Laura’s body is the most perfect body in the world, licking dust off of a gray eyed Candy would be . . . yummy.

My eyes must be just full of gray flecks right now.

With a pouty huff, Candy slowly lowers herself down next to Laura. As soon as she does, I sit down on the other side of her and smile. The plan is going just like Laura said it would! She’s so smart . . .

Our prey looks so indignantly frustrated, but that’s held back by the worry. Why are the two of us so close? Why is this happening? Mmm I was having some similar feelings yesterday, but Laura’s dust explained all of that for me, and it will for her too.

“So uhm . . . Explain? I’d love to know, uhm, something . . . Anything would be good at this point . . . Were your eyes always a shade gray, Laura . . .?” Candy can tell something is wrong. I love it. She’s getting worried, concerned . . . maybe she’s even getting a little turned on, I can’t tell. What I can tell, is that the dust Laura is pulling out of her bag will be more than enough to solve the situation.

“No, Candy. They weren’t always just a little gray. They used to be green. Very, very, green . . . Do you really want to know what made my eyes turn gray? You might not want to know. You are the innocent one really. Stace is the one who knows too much about life. I’m the one too into books. Best not to break type, right?” Laura’s voice is so matter of fact . . .

Laura really only talks like this when she’s egging Candy on. Oh, she’s not really lying, but she is laying it on a bit thick. That’s obvious even to a girl still a little dusted.

Her golden eyebrows narrow. Her lips twist up in an angry frown. Her arms cross.

Candy might be more predictable than me.

“I’m not that innocent! I want to know, so you should tell me! I’ll never become less innocent if I never get exposed to anything! I’m eighteen, old enough to vote and old enough to smoke, so come on, what the hell is it?!” Laura even said she would say almost that same exact thing.

Grinning, I poke Candy’s shoulder. “You’re right. We have a lot we can teach you to help . . . open up your mind.”

Just as soon as Candy takes the bait and looks over at me, Laura blows a handful of dust right into her ear. It’s amazing seeing the reaction in Candy, absolutely amazing. Her eyes look so pretty when they melt and start to hood. Her whole body slouches while arching towards the dust that Laura is still blowing right into her ready and waiting ear.

I don’t know how it works, I don’t know why it works, but I know that right now Candy’s mind is being turned into sweet, warm, melting bliss just like mine was. The way she quivers and whimpers, lips looking like they’re trying to form words but they can’t, and the delicate way she tries to reach out towards me just for her hand to fall to her side . . .

“La . . .u . . .ra . . .?” She sounds so confused, but it’s a happy confused . . . and it is. It’s like having your mind wrapped up in a warm musky blanket, making your eyes want to roll back into your head, your whole body just wanting to clench and then relax . . . there’s nothing like it that I’ve ever felt, and there’s nothing better . . .

Laura’s tongue felt as good, but that was in a . . . completely different, but somehow deeply connected way.

“Yes, Candy . . .?” My sweetheart grins, but even though she talks, she only stops blowing the dust for a moment. Just like in the plan, this is my cue to talk as Laura fills Candy’s pretty sugary head to the tippy top with that sweet tingly dust.

It felt so warm when she did it to me, just thinking about it makes me feel bundled up and purry, but I can’t let that distract me now, not when it’s my turn. “Such a pretty Candy . . . And with those pretty dusty sprinkles filling up your head, your brain is being twisted up into a pretty candy cane . . . Sugar mind covered with dizzy new sprinkles . . . Feels good, huh . . .?”

“Cane . . .?” Her eyes nearly cross as she tries to keep her eyes open and look in my direction. It doesn’t sound like those two things are unrelated, but they can be. “Candy . . . Cane . . .?”

“Mmhmm. Extra pretty, extra yummy candy. Candy that makes Candy go fuzzy, with sprinkles that weigh down thoughts and turn you into a very, very obedient little piece of candy. You’d even unwrap yourself if we wanted you to, and we will, and then you will, won’t you? Mmm, not yet, but soon . . .” It makes me feel so good to be doing just what Laura wants. Doing this will help me get more dust, and that makes everything between my ears tingle.

Laura stops blowing into Candy’s ear, and instead kisses it. I get jealous, only for a moment, but it quickly blows away like dust in front of her pretty warm lips. “Pretty candy that’s going to do exactly what we want her to do . . . because she wants to be a lot less innocent so she gets teased about it less, doesn’t she? Doesn’t she just want to be sweet and pretty and full of sparkles to help her expand her mind . . .?”

“Yeeessss . . .” Her voice slurs so damned sexy that I even feel myself arching with a tender little whimper. She doesn’t jolt out of it for a moment, and Laura even casts me a soft smile before Candy keeps talking. “Feelsss so good . . . Pretty sprinkles . . . Mmm . . . Wanna be a lot . . . a lot less innocent . . .”

“Good . . . Because as much as we’d love for you to be unwrapped for us . . . You’re a pretty piece of candy we’re saving just for a very, very special woman . . . Mmm, so come on you pretty little piece of candy, stand up . . .” Laura stands, and I stand right along with her. Candy needs a little help up, but she’s more than willing and seeing that in her face makes me squirm. “It’s time to meet the sprinkles’ maker.”

I’d always heard about kids ditching classes and running away from one security guard or another, but we didn’t run into that. Sure, Candy is the only one carrying a bag, and just so no one finds it and thinks she’s missing, but we got lucky. Nobody spotted us. Nobody followed us.

The walk sure is a bitch though.

Laura keeps muttering under her breath how much she needs a dose, but she said if she dusts up she’ll forget where we need to go. Lucky me, I don’t have to remember anything right now so I got to have some. Mmm, just a little, just enough, but it feels so good and makes the little ache that was building up between my ears go away. No worries, no nothin’ but sweet little bits of dust.

“Wheeeere is this woman again . . .?” After asking Laura, I blow a little bit of dust in Candy’s face and grin tiredly as Candy just coos in response.

“She wants to meet us in a warehouse in central Midas . . . It’s not too much farther really, it just feels like it’s really far away that’s all. I was sure that abandoned warehouses were cracked down on back in the 90’s, but mmm if I get to meet her and get a little dust high, she could be in Tibet . . .” Laura is so smart, so gorgeous, so right. Who cares where she is when she’s so important? Laura could be in Tibet and I know I’d crawl the whole way there if I like, really needed to. That’s what you do when someone’s loved you for like, was it nine years?

I shrug and look around, squirming closer to Candy. She might be really dusted up, but that just means it would be easier for her to get lost and then scared. We need to be able to make sure she keeps going straight and doesn’t take any detours, even if that means I don’t get to grind up against Laura like I want to.

Grinding up against Candy doesn’t sound like a bad idea at this point either, but if the wrapping on the boss’s gift is even a little torn open, she might be all angry . . . and I wouldn’t want to be the cause of that.

With gifts as good as hers, I would really hate to see how she punishes people.

“Mmm, dusting is going to feel so good, I don’t like being so . . . conscious. When you’re dusted, sure, you can act, but all the little things don’t really matter . . . No moral conflicts . . . I mean, I wouldn’t hurt anybody when I was dusted, but all the stupid little ‘should I really do that?’ or ‘is this selfish?’ worries are all gone. Pretty little enviable Candy . . . You don’t have to worry about those things, do you . . .?”

Laura looks so serious, it’s almost strange seeing her like that, but when Candy replies with a long happy “Nooooo!” that sounds like it could have come from a girl half her size, it’s impossible for her, and I, not to giggle.

It really does make all of those things so, so much better in absolutely every way. Poor, poor Laura having to have a clear head . . . I always want to have a dirty mind.

“Here we are . . .” When you’re dusted and not focusing on things, time can sometimes just disappear. It’s kinda hard to focus on anything too strongly anyway, but it’s possible—very possible. Laura’s voice, for example, is very easy for me to focus on.

The building in front of us doesn’t look like an abandoned warehouse. It looks in near perfect condition, and I might be fuzzy but it even looks like it recently got a paintjob. I think I’ve been by here before and the building is white now, but I could have sworn it was red . . . but I might just be a little extra fuzzy. The sign on the front says “McLeary’s Herbal Refinery” and I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen anything that says that in central Midas.

Laura opens up the door and grins with hooded eyes. “Go on in girls.” Candy and I go in first, and at least I’m rewarded with a nice groping hand. Mmm, her hand feels so warm through the pretty short skirt. I almost wish she’d just reach up under it and . . . Mmm . . .

The inside looks really pristine, like it’s ready to be remodeled. There are boxes and tables all over the place, but nothing looks really ready. It’s like some kind of workshop without any of the tools pulled out.

It’s kinda creepy, really.

It would be a nice place to pin Laura to the wall, though. No one would ever find us here. Just an unprepared work site, and there would be a pretty mess for anyone to find later . . . Mmm I’d love to roll around and get all sticky with Laura, might be fun to include the sweet dust headed Candy, too!

Laura closes the door behind us, and sighs in relief. Me, I’m just a little uhm . . . not worried, because that’s just not a feeling that works right now, but confused. Where’s the lady behind the buzz? It doesn’t make sense, she’s gotta be somewhere, or we got lead into some kind of trap thing, but who even knows enough about the dust to trap us? It’s brand new, ain’t it?

“Hmm? Oh, hello. I guess Chelsea can give decent directions when she’s not sucking on a dust covered thumb.” Up on a second level I didn’t see before, a pretty lady is sitting on one of the long, unused tables. I can’t see her very well, but she looks so very pale, and her legs are crossed under a knee length black skirt. It looks like she’s wearing a black top with some white design on it. She has . . . black shot hair? It’s hard to make out much, and my eyes keep wanting to close.

Mmm, and it would be nice to let them just melt all closed and stuff, but it would be really rude, too.

“Hello! And yeah, not much helpful she’s a little dusty, but I found my way here all right . . . Nice place. We brought you a gift, not sure she’s your type, but I had some more dust and I wanted to make an impression . . .” Laura steps behind Candy and wraps her arms around her neck and grins. “She’s aaaaall yours!”

“So are you.” Up there, way up high, the woman raises her hand and snaps her fingers . . . and Laura lets out a nearly orgasmic scream. Her arms slide out from around Candy when they go limp, and she just slides down to her knees.

She looks . . . not so much peaceful, as . . . out of her mind. Her lips parted from the scream and they’re still not all the way shut. She looks so good like that, kneeling, looking so helpless, so . . . I don’t know . . . That woman just had to snap her fingers and bam, Laura just collapsed. She’s more than just a chemist, maybe.

Candy still looks as dazed and just pretty as she did before. She doesn’t even notice. She doesn’t even care. That’s . . . so sexy.

“What’s your name . . .?” I look up at the woman as she slides off of the table, and smoothes out her skirt before heading over to the stairs and very slowly following them down. She moves so . . . purposefully.

Every part of her body moves just right . . . and I can’t see her clearly, but she looks so pretty. Slender in that way that just makes your hands want to go everywhere and . . . Mmm . . . Laura must have opened up my eyes to a lot more than just her . . . She’s such a giver.

“Dust.” She finally reaches the first floor, and walks slowly towards us. On her shirt is a skull. It’s so gothic punk, but in a way she makes seem cute. She’s not cute though, she’s . . . just . . . Mmm . . .

“Dust . . .? Is that like, a code name, or is that like, your name-name?” She keeps stepping closer and closer, and . . . the place is kinda dusty. I mean, it didn’t look really clean, but just right now I’m noticing that every time she moves she makes a little bit of dust kick up into the air. Her skin looks white like paper, clean unused paper, but all around her it looks so dusty, kinda messy but . . . Just thinking about things being dusty makes me tingly.

“Its my name-name.” She smirks, in just the right way, and traces her eyes over Candy in a knowing way. I’m not sure what she’s thinking but . . . I want to be thinking those thoughts too. “Not a bad gift.”

Being so close, I can see her a lot better and she’s even prettier. She’s kinda short, and looks around my age, but I bet she’s probably twenty something. She looks too smart to be my age. “It’s a pretty name, a pretty drug . . . Or . . . is it a drug? And uhm . . . this place is kinda dirty. I can like, totally help you clean it if you want . . .”

She doesn’t respond, but she doesn’t need to. She just holds out her hand and a bunch of . . . dust . . . blows all over me. “It is dusty as hell in here, but this is my dust.” It’s like . . . like the . . .

“The dust . . . it comes from you . . .?” My knees feel all wobbly weak so I just fall onto them. Falling down lets me see Laura, whose just mindlessly nuzzling up against Candy’s legs but mostly just staying still . . . Mmm I love being dusted, love, love, love it . . .

She just nods, and I can’t keep my eyes very open enough to tell but it looks like she’s sliding a finger into Candy’s mouth . .. and Candy just mewls before nestling against her. “Yes, it does. And all three of you are just my cute little dust bunnies.” Dust bunny . . . I’m a dust bunny! One of Dust’s bunnies! That makes me feel so happy, and I wipe the dust off of my face so I can lick it off of my hand and . . . Mmm that feels even better . . .

“You have a dirty mind, don’t you?” Dust pulls her finger back from Candy’s mouth, and there’s even a slick popping sound. After her hand pulls back, she helps Candy fall down to her knees, and then onto her side so she can look at Laura. “You’re just a dust bunny too.”

Laura doesn’t seem thoughtful enough to understand that, but . . . even she just smiles in a daze and barely stops herself from falling over, somehow.

“Let’s play a little before we get some work done, hmm?” Dust grins and looks right into my eyes. “Help Candy with her clothes, then put her on her back.” She says it so . . . like it doesn’t matter to her, because she knows it does to me. Mmm, and it’s so true . . .

It’s hard to move, but when I’m told what to do, by her, it’s like . . . the dust in my head makes my mind work, just for that. I reach down and pull off her top, struggling it up over her head, and mmm at the sight of the plain white bra strap. It might not look like much, but taking it off will make the view from the front look a lot yummier. I unhook it and slide it off over her shoulders, and then reach under her to undo and then slide off her pants.

Her panties are so pretty, already look dark in that pretty damp way where they’re right up against her, but they’re still such a pretty shade of pastel green. She’s pretty, Laura is prettier, but she’s round in just the right ways . . . Mmm two kinds of pretty . . .

After that last bit of clothing is peeled off I help her onto her back and mewl. All of her skin just looks so perfect . . . Short but still hot legs, so pretty and flushed between them, hot flushed chest and pretty breasts, hard yummy looking nipples . . . and she looks too blissed out to even realize that she’s all naked. Somehow that makes it even hotter.

Dust just watches, approving or not I can’t tell, but then she just blows out over her hand all across Candy . . . and covers her in that pretty dust. It’s slow, just a gradual pretty build up like watching snow fall, but prettier . . . hotter . . . and nowhere near as cold. It feels like no time at all when her body is covered in a perfect layer of gray . . . and Dust looks into my eyes, and then into Laura’s.

“Clean her up.” Her voice is so firm, so perfect, and I know just what she wants me to do, just what I need to do. I lower down and start licking over her neck. Mmm it feels so good, everything feels so . . . The more I lick up the gray, the more I can feel it swirling around inside of my head, sticking, melting, digging in and . . . just . . .

Indescribable . . .

From the corner of my eye I can see Laura falling forward with a moan as she licks over Candy’s feet, nibbling and suckling to get every little bit of dust . . . I work my way lower, over her chest . . . down her arms . . . Mmm . . . Everything is just so good, so warm . . . All that dust just curling up inside of me, filling me, making me feel just . . . So, so damned good . . .

Candy just moans, and coos . . . Lucky girl . . . So dusty, so pretty . . . I wrap my lips around one of her hard nipples and just suck, suck, suck . . . and I might be the one sucking, but it feels like all that sucking just sucks me more and more away, makes everything so warm, so . . .

I love being a dust bunny . . . Love being a dust bunny . . . There’s nothing better, nothing else . . . I want to have gray eyes forever . . . and I know I will . . .

“Good little dust bunny . . . I’m very glad I stayed in Midas, city of a thousand mind fucked sluts.” Dust’s words are so true . . . and I’m so glad she’s here too.