The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“I keep telling you. I’m immune. You can’t hypnotize me. It just doesn’t work.” Mary crossed her arms over her chest with a loud huff. “It’s been tried. Attempted by many a brave soul. It just doesn’t work.”

The blonde woman smiled sadly as her arms fell away from her chest with a faint shrug. Her tone was hardly one of bliss or excitement at the notion of her supposed immunity. Instead she sounded more like a little girl painfully disappointed that she wasn’t allowed any chocolate because of a violent allergy. Mary hardly imagined that hypnosis was quite so special as chocolate, but it was an experience she wanted but had attempted and found herself denied.

Her friend sighed sadly as she shook her head, fingers moving through her own long raven locks. “Look, no one is ‘immune’ to hypnosis. Everyone has some doorway into their mind. We just have to find out which is yours. Which I’d be happy to try.”

“I’m just sick of being disappointed, Rita. I’ve seen friends hypnotized, and they always have so much fun. One of my friends was even in a relationship with a hypnotist? Said it was the best sex she ever had.” Mary sighed, and shook her head slowly. “Probably just made her say that, but…”

“But you want to find out.” Mary nodded. “Look, I’ve got a lot of experience okay? Ten years. Every woman who ever told me she was immune to hypnosis found herself very relaxed and dreamy in less than ten minutes. So…” Rita looked thoughtful, and briefly scrunched up her face. “Give me fifteen. Fifteen minutes, and if it doesn’t work…”

“Okay! Okay. Fifteen. Only fifteen. Or sooner, if it just makes me frustrated.”

Rita nodded and smiled. “That’s good enough for me. So, I’m going to need you to relax. Take in a deep, slow breath, and I’ll take care of everything. All that you’ll need to do is just look into my eyes, and let your mind drift…”

Mary sighed and nodded as she let her eyes wander into the depths of Rita’s. They were certainly a pretty pastel blue, but nothing hypnotic. They weren’t even magnetic.

She didn’t feel her eyelids getting heavier with each with every word, every breath, or even just with the passage of time. She didn’t feel anything at all, besides an already mounting disappointment. Rita was a good friend, if one she wasn’t especially close to, but it wasn’t working.

“And the more that you look into my eyes, the easier that it will be to see how easy it is to just relax, how easy it is to just let your mind empty of all of your thoughts, of all of your worries, of all of your inhibitions and cares…” Rita did have a pretty voice, but it was no more hypnotic to Mary now than when the woman started up with her annoying habit of whistling whilst wholly unaware. At least Rita was trying to do this, but it still made Mary feel more frustrated than relaxed.

Her friend continued her soothing litany a brief time more before Mary interrupted her.

“Look, I’m sorry, but this just… Really, really isn’t working. I’m not even feeling particularly relaxed. If anything, I’m feeling less relaxed because this isn’t working and I really want it to. I really, really want to be hypnotized and you describing how it feels only makes me frustrated!” Mary sighed and slumped on the couch. “I don’t think I can be hypnotized…”

Rita rolled her eyes and let out a heavy sigh. “Look, hypnosis isn’t some sort of… Infection. It isn’t external. It’s internal. All hypnosis is self-hypnosis, right? I’m just the facilitator. And since your brain isn’t broken, I think we can safely say you aren’t immune.”

Mary rolled her eyes, and ignored the other woman for a moment as she pondered her plight. Plenty of people didn’t get to do what they wanted and were happy. Hypnosis wasn’t even something she wanted that much. It was just the one thing that she wanted that seemed reasonable and yet was held so far out of reach.

It wasn’t fair.

“Can we just… I don’t know… watch some TV or something? I’m just not in the mood to try more of this. I’m not upset, I’m just… I knew this was going to happen.” Mary looked to Rita with a desperate pleading look in her eyes.

The brunette sighed, defeated by her friend’s swift surrender. “Fine, fine, fine. Whatever makes you happy. This isn’t a big deal, you just give up so fast.”

“Whatever.”

With a quick flick at the remote the TV came to life.

Static.

Neither woman could remember seeing static on a television screen in years. Mary’s TV was only barely over a year old, high def, still top of the line. What they were seeing didn’t make sense.

“Hey… Is there something wrong with your TV? Shouldn’t it… Like… be a black screen… or…” Rita mewled quietly, her eyes glued to the screen. “And that… sound… It’s so…”

“Hypnotic…”

Mary’s voice was dreamy and warm. Dazed. Excited. This was what she had wanted for so long, and she was feeling it overtake her the more she watched the bits of insubstantial black fight with the quickly appearing and disappearing flickers of bright white light.

The sound was a low dull droning one, one that flickered and varied in tempo with the same irrational pace at which the display changed. Instead of being painful or disquieting, Mary found it incredibly soothing. The longer she watched, and the longer she listened, it was becoming so much harder to sit up straight. She was sinking back into her seat, her eyes opening wider as her arms hung limp at her sides without the volition to shift them into a more comfortable position.

Whispers hidden away inside of the static spoke so deeply within the minds of both women even as their eyes turned distant and glassy. They watched the screen, with a fanatical focus, but what they saw was the flickering decay of their own thoughts as they faded away obediently.

Without a word said between them, both women reached for the hems of their tops and pulled them up over their heads before tossing them away in whichever direction their arms were already moving. Hands moved behind their backs, unclasping bras in near unison and releasing their breasts with an almost synchronized bouncing. They moaned as they rose, Rita unbuttoning her jeans and Mary unzipping her skirt.

Both collapsed quickly back to a sitting position as they began to peel away their already stained panties. Another moan filled the air from both women in perfect choir as they were left only in their socks. Their lips trembled, and their fingers twitched at their sides.

“So Mary, I think that today we’re going to—” Mary’s roommate paused as she walked into the room, her arms having already pulled her t-shirt halfway over her chest. She stared at Rita and Mary, both identically naked, and helplessly staring at the screen as drool began to shine dimly at the corner of their lips. “Oh. You didn’t tell me that you were inviting over company.”

“She came… ooooh… Without calling first… Knows I hate that but… We go… Ooooh… Way back…!” Mary moaned loudly as she responded in a remarkably clear and loud voice. Her fingers were already stroking along her dripping slit, staining the seat underneath her as her hips bucked and her breath quickened. “D-didn’t w-want to booother you… Knew you were working on your big project…”

“Fair, I suppose. I have programmed you to be especially thoughtful…” Alissa hummed to herself as she tossed her shirt on the pile with Mary and Rita’s. “Anyway. You. New girl. You aren’t masturbating. Get to it.”

Rita’s face had been twitching in some vague distant attempt to look away. It hadn’t done her any good, and she had been leaning closer to the television more and more as each moment passed. The command snapped through her mind and erased her pitiful attempts at resistance. She moaned as her hand moved between her legs, stroking along her clit in rhythm with the static buzzing in her ears and stinging away her stray thoughts like angry wasps.

“Much better.”

Mary’s roommate moved closer to Mary with a little sigh as her hands began to grope and squeeze at the blonde woman’s curvy chest and tug at her already stiffened nipples. They were a treat that Alissa had savored so many times, but the wrongness inherent in the act still made her pussy shudder and tighten between her clothed thighs.

“Anyway, as I was saying before the sight of you and your little fuck buddy here interrupted me, I was thinking that today we were going to try a little bit of light bondage in my room… But then you brought me a present.” Alissa’s eyes hooded as she slid her hand down beside Mary’s, and began to stroke inside of her as she spoke in her deep husky voice. “And it would just be a real shame if I didn’t get plenty of use out of both of you, wouldn’t it?

“I’ve never fucked two brain fried sluts before at the same time, so this should be fun.” Mary moaned her mindless agreement before Alissa’s tongue dove into her mouth and busied her with other tasks.

The kiss didn’t last long before Alissa turned to Rita with a wicked grin. “You. Over here. I already took off my panties. You’re just going to sneak up under my skirt and make me feel good however you can while I fuck your little friend here.”

Rita moaned, but her response was largely ignored as the roommates again began to kiss. This did little to deter her as she crawled to between Alissa’s legs and knelt before lowering herself under the woman’s ankle length pleated skirt. It was dark, but Rita didn’t need the light to let her tongue follow the trail of honey that had already begun to trail down along Alissa’s thigh.

Alissa bunched up her skirt, resting it atop Rita’s head as she grabbed a handful of the woman’s hair to pull her tighter as the other hand continued to play within the slick depths of her roommate.

The deafening static did nothing to the dirty blonde riding her roommate’s friend’s face, and she showed none of the sleepy submissive haze that had so clearly filled the others. Mary moaned louder as Alissa’s fingers stroked familiar places with the same familiar intensity. Lost in the static sounds that had crumbled her will the young woman couldn’t remember how many times she’d been taken by surprise, or how many ways she’d been used.

She couldn’t remember the gleeful grin her roommate wore as he pulled her friend’s face tighter against her own steaming cunt. All she could remember was the pretty war of black and white as her hips bucked at Alissa’s hands and the slick sounds of Rita’s tongue between Alissa’s legs gave her conditioned mind another piece of stimulation to make her burn hotter.

“Oh you’re both such eager little mind fucked sluts… I think your friend is going to spend the night, so we can make sure she comes over again, and again, and again…” Alissa moaned. Her thighs tightened around Rita’s face as she savored her enthusiastic cunnilingus.

Mary moaned, breasts lewdly bouncing at her chest as she thrust herself down again and again on Alissa’s fingers. “Y-yes, Mistress!”

Behind Alissa the television continued to flicker black and white, as her prerecorded whispers tore and chewed away at her victim’s minds.

Rita moaned as she pulled her head away from between Mary’s legs to nibble and kiss her way up her friend’s body. When she found her lips they lost themselves in a long shared kiss, quivering and shuddering against each other as a pile of nude girlflesh soaked in sweat.

The two had been friends since childhood. Rita had come over to make sure that her friend was enjoying herself in her new place, but somehow (and she was no longer quite certain of the details on that point) they’d ended up in bed. She’d arrived at noon, but with the faint moonlight streaming in through the window Rita was certain they’d been fucking for most of the day. She had no explanation for it, but it felt too good a thing to question.

All she knew was that this was something she wanted to repeat again, and again, and again with her new friend turned fuck buddy.

Mary broke the kiss with a soft giggle, and Rita felt a cold shudder travel down along her spine as a new thought occurred to her. “I… You don’t think that your roommate heard us, did you…? I haven’t even gotten a chance to meet her, and I don’t think she’d appreciate meeting me because of my screams.”

“Oh. Don’t worry about her!” Mary smirked, rolling her eyes. “She’s practically deaf, and neither you nor I are screamers. She’s immune to me being a bad roommate.”

Rita grinned, and gave Mary another long slow kiss. “Then I guess it’s okay that I couldn’t hypnotize you after all. I think we both got something out of this either way.” Lost again in the newness of her lover Rita continued to share kiss after kiss with Mary.

Both were unaware of the woman rubbing under her skirt as she watched with a dark grin.