The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Hello Jenna! I’m Doctor Stevens, but you can call me Victoria if that makes you feel more comfortable.” Jenna didn’t know what she’d expected her new doctor to look like or act like, but she had the feeling it wasn’t this and she was pleasantly surprised. She’d been referred to Victoria by a friend when she’d brought up needing to find a new doctor and she was very pleasantly surprised.

Instead of an elderly shriveled husk of a woman like she’d been afraid her new doctor was going to be, Victoria was just short enough to be petite, just slender enough in fact to make Jenna feel self conscious, and to be entirely fair an over all gorgeous woman who dressed more like the receptionist than a doctor.

Jenna smiled brightly from her position on the examination table and raised a hand to wave before responding with words. “Hello Doc! You can call me Jenna. Not really a big fan of Jen though. It’s nice to meet you!”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Jen . . . na.” Victoria grinned in a playful fashion and Jenna couldn’t help but follow suit.

A playful doctor was something that Jenna had never come across before and it was rather refreshing. She slid a hand through her chin-length strawberry blonde hair before she shifted and let herself slouch into the comfort of a doctor that wasn’t intimidating her. “I’m new to the area, just moved here about three months ago. There’s nothing wrong with me – at least not that I know of – but I thought it would be a good idea to get a doctor I could stand before something did go wrong.”

“Smart idea! There’s nothing quite like having to go see a lecherous doctor for an unsightly lump on your neck, huh?” Doctor Stevens’s grin turned into a faint smile as she began to look over the clipboard Jenna had filled out not too long ago in the waiting room. “Good, you don’t smoke . . . no history of heart problems . . . I think I just got myself a great new patient! Mind if we get started with the usual prods and pokes?”

Jenna shook her head and blinked her glittering green eyes as she wiggled to get more comfortable. There was just something so disarming about Doctor Stevens that she couldn’t put her finger on. It might have been the way she treated the doctor’s visit as if it were a social situation and not a medical one. When she took the stethoscope from around her neck to press the cool metal against the bare skin of Jenna’s chest it still had its implied meaning, but it felt different. Jenna felt less like a specimen, and more like she’d made a new friend.

The metal circle moved slowly around her chest, and Victoria smiled as she listened. Her almond shaped deep brown eyes looked just a shade off from black and complemented her raven black hair. Jenna found herself wondering things more along the lines of possibly shared hobbies than possible medical conditions.

For just a second there was a glimmer of something in Doctor Steven’s eyes, but Jenna was distracted from determining just what when the lovely doctor spoke. “Oh . . . well that’s not good at all.”

“What’s not good at all?” Jenna’s voice came out as a squeak. She couldn’t think of any way that those words could turn out to be something benign. Hearts not sounding good at all was generally at best a sign that you weren’t taking care of yourself. At worst, it was a death sentence. Neither sounded particularly appealing. “Come on . . . That’s not a good thing to say without immediately following up . . .”

“Well . . .” Victoria’s fingers spread past the metal chest piece that had warmed with proximity to Jenna’s warm flesh. The touch of the doctor’s delicate fingertips against her skin made Jenna gasp and stiffen, especially when those fingers began to slowly move in a subtle pattern that Jenna’s mind recognized, but couldn’t place.

Still the doctor didn’t answer, and instead let the chest piece of her stethoscope swing like a pendulum to her chest as she released it from her gentle grip. Jenna’s eyes watched the shiny metallic surface swing and her cheeks flushed red along with her chest when her eyes fell to its resting position.

Her green eyes stayed locked for one moment too long, and when she looked up and met Doctor Steven’s brown eyes she’d already unintentionally memorized the details of her doctor’s subtle but sensuous cleavage. “Well . . .?”

“Your skin is burning up, Jenna. I could feel the metal getting hot in my hand! Your heart is fine, but . . .” Victoria’s slender fingers spread out across her patient’s upper chest and continued moving in that same pattern, a motion that only made the growing flush brighter, “you seem to have quite the fever. I’ve encountered this before though, so I know just what to do. Just let me check one last thing. Treating a fever like this is very delicate. If you do it wrong, no ones happy, but if you do it right then there’s no risk at all.”

Jenna’s mind filled with questions. She didn’t feel warm, but the doctor’s hand did feel cool on her chest as she kept touching her, touching her chest . . . It was hard for her to stop thinking along those lines, but she trusted Doctor Stevens. She didn’t want to leave from this visit with some after effects of interrupting treatment.

Another gasp of shock slid from between slackened lips when Victoria’s full red pair pressed into the center of Jenna’s forehead. The touch was exceptionally gentle and tender which was only one reason that Jenna’s eyes fluttered as she tried to reason why.

When Victoria spoke again her lips stayed against the skin of Jenna’s forehead made sensitive by the previous touch. “I think I know exactly what we have here . . . and exactly what we need to do to take care of it.” Every tender friction filled sensation made Jenna feel warmer. By the end of her doctor’s brief explanation she felt warm enough to easily believe she had a fever but she still wasn’t sure how or why. She’d felt just fine a moment before Victoria had started to touch her, but maybe she hadn’t noticed until then.

“What’s wrong with me . . .? Is it easy to cure . . .?” The tone of the blonde’s voice had turned from up beat to direly worried in just a few short moments. To her, the moments seemed like hours.

“It’s really very simple, Jenna.” Victoria finally pulled back her lips, and then several moments later after she was content that her fingers had traced more than enough of her Jenna’s glowing red chest her hand pulled back as well. Taking careful, calculated steps Doctor Stevens moved over to the cabinet on the other side of the room, and rested her hands on the shining metallic handles. “Guess what! You’ve got a fever, and the only prescription . . . is more cowbell!”

Jenna’s lips fell open not with limp confusion, but with a decidedly strong level of confusion. Her eyes even seemed to glaze as she tried to put together how those could at all be related. She had a fever. She knew that. She felt hot, way too hot, (and her doctor was hot too) but . . . more cowbell?

Sure enough when the cabinet opened up, Victoria retrieved something dark and metal, and then a short wooden rod. At first the reason for the rod made as much sense as the cowbell, until the doctor deftly brought the wood slamming into the side of the perfectly shaped metal bell. When the notes rang out across the room, Jenna screamed as she felt her thighs forced apart and her back arch out on its own as her sex went from dry to monsoon in less than a second and her nipples turned from silken flesh to harder than diamonds.

“Oh goddess!” Jenna screamed as she found her body writhing out of control. She knew that this was wrong, that something was wrong, but she couldn’t bring herself to focus on what when the metal and wood met again, louder, and closer as her doctor stepped closer. “Fuck! Yes!”

She couldn’t control herself, and she’d already forgotten that she ever had. Tok, tok, tok, the sound resonated through her nipples through her clit and through her mind deeper than anything ever had before. The more that sound filled the room and the closer it got the less anything mattered. She was burning up, hotter than hell and twice as drenched in both sweat and sex. Just the movement of her body caused by each new addition to the musical reverie was enough to make her feel as if her clothes were molesting her.

Frantically she tore off her top, the blouse’s buttons popping inaudible under the constant clanging of her prescription. Her bra ripped as she frantically pulled it away from her body and screamed at the feeling of the raw sound pounding against her bare breasts.

Thankfully she’d been wearing a skirt, and all she needed to do was frantically pull it up over her thighs and practically tear her sopping panties in half to feel the sound filling her pussy and searing a line of heat from her clit to the center of her brain. Tok, tok, tok, her breasts jiggled as she screamed and her whole body trembled. Her legs were spread wider than they had ever been before in her life and one hand held her lips open to trap as much sound as she could.

Tok, tok, tok, she felt it melting into her through her ears, through her bare wet pussy, through her hard aching nipples, and all she could do was scream. “I gotta have more cowbell!”

“Oh, I’ll give you a little more cowbell . . . This is definitely a dynamite sound.” Victoria grinned as she held the cowbell up directly between Jenna’s eyes. Her hand didn’t stop banging the bell, but she kept it to a sweet rhythm, a perfect rhythm, a primal beat that burned away the woman in front of her and made her pure need.

Jenna writhed as her free hand began to twist and pull one of her hard nipples, and she bucked her hips every time the bell sounded. Her eyes were only half open and were glazed like a pair of earth day themed doughnuts.

Her body writhed feverishly as she screamed and soon started to passionately pump her fingers inside of herself, grinding her thumb into her clit as if to press the sound into herself. Her nipples sang as they took turns being rolled between thumb and forefinger, the music sliding into them and kneading her now hypersensitive breasts from the inside. Her tight ass clenched with every ring of the bell, and Victoria clenched right along with her.

If she didn’t need both of her hands to keep the rhythm she would be on Jenna’s glistening body in less than a moment, but it wasn’t quite time yet. She knew that soon she would have her patient patiently sucking the lust from her body like the milk from a cow, but not yet. It was so close but not yet.

“Ooh Jenna . . . good Jenna . . . really explore the space of your body this time. We’ve almost got this track wrapped up!” Tok, tok, tok, Victoria had to bite her lip to stop from screaming right along with Jenna as her hands began to claw across her body. She shakily stood, writhing as she kneaded her own ass and reached around from behind to fill her yearning pussy as her other hand kneaded and clawed at her supple backside. She was so close, she knew just a half a minute more, maybe less, maybe . . . “Mmm you definitely have what appears to be a dynamite sound!”

Victoria clanged the bell hard right between Jenna’s thighs and she screamed as she fell to her knees, eyes scrunched tightly closed as her whole body shook and the sweat dripped down her thighs as the sweat pooled off of her body. She looked almost as if she were staying still with how much she shuddered, but she was moving, resonating just like the cowbell if not more.

There was nothing but the sound of the cowbell in her mind, and the lust that had burned all of her mind away. The fever was in control. The prescription had worked wonders to take care of her limiting inhibitions and weak libido.

When her eyes finally opened she saw her doctor’s glistening nude body as she teased her own pussy with the wooden rod. “Mmm . . . That was a good track there . . . but I think we should try it again with more sucking.” Victoria was so smart. Jenna couldn’t agree more and with her tongue began to clean up the mess she’d made savoring the sweetest prescription of all: more cowbell.