The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Qu’est que tu penses?! Es-tu fous?!”

Michael simply sat behind his desk, listening to Sophie rant on at him in French. You know, this is almost entertaining. She’s kind of cute when she yells in a language that sounds like “I love you” at every phrase.

She paused a moment. “Are you even listening to me, Michael?!”

He nodded some. No. “Of course I am.”

Sophie was holding a manila folder in her hand, that she occasionally waved around as she gestured wildly in her anger. “I don’t think you are, you… You…!” She let out an exasperated noise. “I don’t even know what to call you!”

Tilting his head to the side, he grinned. She immediately cut him off.

“Don’t say it!”

Michael held his hands up, palms towards her. “Hey, I didn’t say anything.”

Slamming the folder down on his desk, she turned on her toes to leave. “Ouais, well, we’ll see how much you can joke when you’ve read that. Tu es vraiment un mauvais chien. Au revoir.” She forcefully pulled the door shut behind her.

Did she just call me a bad dog? He scratched his head, then looked at the folder. Curious, he reached out and opened it up. It contained a short note.

Dear Employee,

Due to your reckless behavior and complete abandonment of all rules set in place by your probation, your employment status was put in review.

For tampering with company clientele, and for breaking one of our most basic company policies of not using your craft on fellow employees, thusly breeching contract and violating your probation, along with your already tarnished track record, you are hereby fired.

You are to vacate your cyber-office as soon as possible so that we may use the space for other purposes. You are also to not enter into the same plane of existence as the humans on Earth, or else you will also be arrested and charged under the fullest penalties.

Due to your probability of being a danger, as well, you are also hereby banned from ever returning to Hypno-Helpers headquarters or any of its affiliated offices once you vacate the premises. You will be arrested without question if you do.

Have a nice day.

Madame

“Well, son of a bitch. They really went the extra mile for this one.”

A little bing-bong came over the intercom in his office. ”Michael?” It was the automated computer voice that had been installed around the place.

“Yes?”

“Madame would like to see you.”

Michael watched the woman as she typed away at her computer. He looked her over for a moment. Black hair that was pulled back and formed into a little chignon. A small pair of glasses that gave her a sort of collegiate look, though her attire read more business-woman – knee-length gray skirt, and a business jacket over a blouse buttoned all the way to the top. He couldn’t see her shoes, but he imagined low-heeled, practical footwear.

But damn she has a nice figure. And that face… He glanced at her eyes for a moment. They were dark brown, and could’ve been very warm, were it not for his previous experience with her reminding him that she could be icy if she wanted. I’ll bet she was a wild one in her younger days.

“Your list of violations goes on.”

He blinked, focusing his attention on her face so as not to get in trouble for checking out his boss, too. “Yeah?”

She raised an eyebrow, turning from her computer. She folded her hands and set them on the desk in front of her, leaning forward some as her gaze pierced his. “Yes.”

There was an awkward pause, like she was waiting for an answer to the question she hadn’t asked. Michael scratched his head. “Uh, well…”

“Let me be forward with you, Michael. I like you. You are dedicated to your work when you start a task and you are efficient, and you have a knack for knowing what people like, even if they disagree with your methods.”

… She’s complimenting me while I’m being fired? “Um… Thanks?”

“However, you have absolutely no tact, and you have a penchant for pushing someone’s buttons one too many times. You know who I’m talking about.” It was more a statement than a question. “She filed a rather large complaint against you. Again.”

Michael blinked. “Again?”

Madame looked back to her computer. “Oh, yes. That first incident during your training, she wanted you to be kicked from the program immediately.”

He shifted his gaze to the side awkwardly. “I thought she liked it.”

“No, you made her like it.” She looked back to Michael, her voice still even and her face expressionless. “But that’s why I kept you on. Your little argument that it was an accident, and that you were new to controlling people didn’t fly with anyone around here. But I knew you had potential to keep our clientele happy if things didn’t go the way we planned. I thought you would be good to have around to solve problems when things went very wrong.

“Unfortunately, it seems that most of the things that went wrong were your doing, anyway. And you have no excuse for controlling Sophie this time around.”

Michael opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Hmm. He tried again. “So… What did you want to see me about?”

“I’m going to let you finish your assignment with Rachel and Sarah. This is to be kept quiet, because I am breaking rules to let you do this. We are not supposed to let non-employees meddle in our affairs. You will not be working with anyone on this, either. However, I reviewed Sophie’s report, and I think you will be instrumental in putting Rachel and Sarah together.”

Michael shook his head. “Madame, since I’m being fired anyway, I might as well tell you – Rachel is straight, and had no thoughts of being together with Sarah.”

She nodded. “I know. Sarah deserves someone, however, and I want you to make her happy. But make sure Rachel is happy with it, as well.”

Staring at her for a moment, he scratched his head. “You want me to violate those rules, too?”

“Don’t get caught. Now go clean out your office.”

Michael sighed softly as he watched Rachel. She was just staring at the cabinet, at all the food inside it. Probably figuring out what to make Sarah for dinner… But given that she’s been standing there for over an hour, I’d guess it’s what to make of herself after her masturbatory experience last night…

He had made her forget all about anything involving Sophie, only seeing it as a well-imagined fantasy involving Sarah. Unfortunately, it seemed to have caused Rachel to feel dumbfounded.

Shaking his head slowly, he folded his arms. Alright. Sarah doesn’t know anything is wrong, and I need to talk Rachel into enjoying this when I’m not around.

Making his way over to Rachel, he sets his fingertips against her temples, and she immediately heaved a sigh of relaxation. Her eyes fluttered shut and a content little smile crossed her face as she leaned against Michael, her body near-limp in its quick submission to his control.

“Hello again, Rachel.”

“Hello.”

He lowered his hands to her shoulders, gently turning her around to face him. Her head fell forward and her arms hung loosely at her sides. Michael scratched his head. Well, that didn’t take much effort.

“You seem disturbed by something.”

She shifted a little bit, only nodding.

“Care to tell me what it is?”

Rachel shook her head slowly, her hair swaying a little bit in front of her face.

He folded his arms lightly, wanting to hear her admit it. “Tell me what’s bothering you.”

Able to resist the suggestion, she found herself helpless against the command. “I’ve been fantasizing about Sarah, and I spent most of last night masturbating while thinking about her. But I don’t want to have sex with her.”

Michael nodded some, looking to play off her responses. “Why not?”

Shifting slightly, it was clear that she felt uncomfortable talking about it. “I’m not a lesbian. She’s my friend, and I—“

“You don’t have to be a lesbian to have sex with her. It’s not a complete lifestyle change because of one night, you know.”

Rachel had no answer to that, but she just shuffled her feet awkwardly. Michael nodded some. “It’s just being experimental, you know. And even if it was a complete change, what’s to stop you from being bisexual? Or who’s to say you are straight, but Sarah is an exception?”

She didn’t answer either way. Michael smiled some to himself. “Come on, follow me.” He reached out and took her hand, and guided her towards her bedroom.

“Now, then, pretend you were going to get dressed up to go on a date with some guy you’d known for a long time, and you wanted to sleep with him, but he just wasn’t getting the hints. With that sort of mindset, pick out something to wear.”

Several minutes later, Rachel had picked out and was modeling a gauzy blouse and a black, pleated skirt that just barely reached mid-thigh, along with some black stockings and garters. She topped it off with a pair of high-heels that she referred to as the “fuck me” shoes.

Michael chuckled softly, nodding. “Now look at yourself in the mirror.”

She went to the full-length mirror in her room and examined herself for a moment. She blinked slowly, but didn’t say anything.

“Don’t you think you’re attractive?”

She nodded some. “Yes.”

“So, looking at yourself, you could find yourself as sexually attractive?”

Rachel shrugged some, nodding again. “Well… I guess, yeah.”

He walked over and stood over her shoulder. “Well, if you find yourself sexually attractive, as a woman, who’s to say you couldn’t find Sarah sexually attractive?”

She frowned. “That’s different. She isn’t me.”

“Close your eyes.”

She immediately let her eyelids shut.

Michael nodded some. “Now, I want you to let your hands roam over your body, but don’t think of it as you touching yourself – I want you to only focus on how it feels to your hands.” He took a moment to mentally reinforce the idea.

Biting her lip softly, she set her palms against her thighs and started letting her hands glide up her body. She let slip a soft, “Mmm…” as she examined her own body as she never had before.

Michael slid his arms over hers and guided her hands along her body. “See… It feels good, doesn’t it.”

Rachel nodded slowly. “Mm-hmm…”

He smiled softly. “See how those curves are so very enjoyable to follow, how smoothly they flow?”

Smiling along with him, she moaned lightly. “Yeah…”

“It’s a very feminine body… A kind of structure you can only touch by being intimate with another woman… And it feels good, doesn’t it?”

She paused slightly. “But—“

“Just give it a try for tonight. Be intimate with Sarah – she will not think less of you for it, trust me. Just call it experimenting. No harm will come of it.”

Ding-dong. Michael nodded again. “Alright, Rachel… I want you to be comfortable with the idea of bedding Sarah, just for tonight, to see how it feels.”

After a long pause, Rachel finally nodded. “OK.”