The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Kei stood at her bus stop with a patient smile. The morning sun was still low enough that the sliver of a crescent moon was still visible in the sky. It was cold, but her tights under her professionally short skirt, and the jacket over her blouse were more than enough to keep her warm. She had arrived at the bus top early to make sure that there was no chance of it passing her by, so the fact that it hadn’t arrived yet was something she found more soothing than troublesome.

She’d take waiting another ten minutes to avoid being half an hour late any day.

Following a quick glance either direction to be sure the bus wasn’t approaching already, Kei reached into her pocket and pulled out her smartphone. It was a small and black thing, over a year old but still more than capable of fulfilling the minimal functions its owner required. Checking bus arrival times and making sure one last time the weather report hadn’t shifted hardly took state-of-the-art.

She let out a sigh of relief. Just as it had said when she’d left home the rest of the day was supposed to be sunny and pleasant. With a winsome sigh Kei closed the application and began to tuck the phone away.

Before it was hidden away it began to vibrate in her hand. She blinked. Who would be calling me this early?

It vibrated again, and Kei swore that it vibrated harder and longer with each burst as though it were growing impatient. Not wishing to incur further vibrating wrath she tapped to answer the call and brought the phone up beside her ear.

Her phone had shown the number as blocked so Kei was uncertain what to expect. The loud, high pitched noise that screeched from her phone was not among the ideas that she’d anticipated. She screamed out in pain, but found her hand unable to pull the phone away. Instead she held it tighter against her ear as the loud, throbbing pain pulsed through her.

Kei’s long runner’s legs clenched tightly under her skirt. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to block out the pain. Her teeth pressed together hard and tight. She grasped a hand over her bare ear and squeezed her fingers around the nearby slick black locks.

Time seemed to slow down to a crawl. Each small pulse of sound seemed to stretch the moments that they filled like too much water pouring into a balloon. Her eyes widened and quivered. Her jaw unclenched and her lips parted in the vague shape of a loose ‘o’. Her trembling lessened as the sound slowly quieted.

Her hand fell from her ear. Without thought her other hand brought the phone in front of her. The sound ended, and she hung up the phone. She slowly blinked her eyes and took a deep slow breath to center herself.

It didn’t take long for her lips to curve into her familiar smile. I’m glad the weather is going to stay nice. It’s always a nice day when it doesn’t rain.

Her regular bus pulled up, and she waved it along. Her smile didn’t falter. Her brown eyes kept the same sharp focus they always possessed. She happily stared where her bus had been and waited. Today she was going to be catching the special bus.

It’s nice to just have a sixth sense for these sorts of things! The days that I’m going to ride the second bus I just know it and don’t worry about being late. Every other day I don’t even think about it. Kei giggled and curled her lips into a crooked grin. It’s fun being in a routine so well it’s just a part of you. I love this being how my life works.

In almost no time at all the second bus pulled up. The windows were all tinted black and wholly opaque from the outside. The writing on its side helpfully labeled it as the Pleasure Express.

Kei stepped onto the bus, and held up her phone. In a motion that screamed practiced and rehearsed in front of a mirror for hours to get it just so she tipped her head and her phone to the side in an overly cutesy fashion. “Hello! Thank you for picking me up! I’m Sawai Kei. Where will I be sitting today?”

The woman sitting in the driver’s seat wore tight black latex hot pants that held her like a second skin, a matching black latex tanktop that hugged tight enough for the light to emphasize her tightly held erect nipples, black fingerless gloves, black stiletto heels, and a chauffer’s hat. Her red hair was tied back in a pair of pigtails that rested playfully over her shoulders. Her skin was tanned and glistened invitingly as though freshly oiled. A nametag on her chest helpfully identified her as Athena.

In spite of her fetish uniform her smile and tone were every bit as chipper and professional as Kei’s own. “Sawai Kei… You have the back today! You will be with Hisakawa-sama! Enjoy your ride!”

Kei’s smile brightened as she nodded and began to walk towards the back of the bus. On the way she passed a short, young woman clutching a pole over her head with both hands as a very well dressed woman with chestnut brown hair reached up under her skirt and suckled at her breast that emerged from under her bunched up t-shirt. She stepped past another woman wrapped around a similar pole, grinding her panties—the only clothing that she wore—desperately against it as her juices made the pole slick as her thighs.

It’s always so nice to see other women enjoying their ride on the Pleasure Express. I don’t think I’ve sat with Hisakawa-sama before. I hope she likes me! Kei smiled more as she moved past a woman dressed much like herself standing before a girl who looked barely old enough to be in college as the younger woman pulled her panties down from under her skirt.

At the very back of the bus a woman with short black hair sat reading a newspaper. Her face was decorated by a pair of gold framed reading glasses, and she wore a black vest over her white button up shirt, and a black pair of shorts that almost seemed to continue from the vest. Without needing to ask or even think about it for even a moment Kei knew that this had to be Hisakawa-sama.

It had the same certainty she felt when she went to the right office for a meeting, not the hazy certainty of a dream.

She slid her purse off of her shoulder, and set it on the seat beside Hisakawa-sama but remained standing herself. She grasped the bar over her head and smiled as she arched out her chest, and pressed her thighs together tight. She wanted to be presentable. She had to be presentable. That was the polite thing to do. “Hisakawa-sama! I am Sawai Kei, and I’ll be your entertainment this morning!”

Hisakawa raised an eyebrow as she lowered her glasses to peer over them at Kei. She took her time before she responded, allowing her gaze to drink in the other woman and savor every last curve. She wetted her lips as her eyes gazed along Kei’s thighs.

“Pull up your skirt. I want it bunched around your hips. That’s a good slut.” Hisakawa smirked as Kei hurried to comply. It was only the briefest time between the command and the sight of Kei’s blue and white striped panties below her flesh toned tights. “Very cute, Kei. I like your panties.”

Kei quivered with the praise. Oooh… She likes me! I always do my best to be pleasing on the Pleasure Express. That’s only natural. But I really like it when I can make them happy…

Hisakawa sighed as she folded her newspaper and set it beside herself. A moment later she removed her glasses, and slid them away into her vest. “You’re a very pleasing woman, Kei. Give me your panties. I want to see your bare pussy quivering for me.”

“O-of course, Hisakawa-sama!” Kei’s thighs clenched as she waited for the bus to stop moving. Safety was paramount, and her hostess knew that. As soon as it was safe she stepped out of her shoes, tights, and then her panties. They were already soaked through, but Hisakawa accepted them anyway. She grinned as she stroked the cotton with her fingertips, and watched Kei’s glistening pussy squeezed by her trembling thighs.

“Good girl. You’re very quick to do just what you’re told. I like that in a traveling companion.” Hisakawa sighed as she rubbed her thighs together. Her eyes never met Kei’s. Instead they lingered on her pussy, or occasionally moved up to trace over the arched curves of her still clothed breasts.

Kei did her best to arch into Hisakawa’s gaze. Her thighs were soon slick, and her nipples all the louder against her top. “Of course, Hisakawa-sama! I’m here to make sure your ride is a pleasurable one! Isn’t that what any rider would want to do?”

Hisakawa laughed, her body shaking from the sheer power and volume of her reaction. Kei stared, blinking in confusion. I really don’t see what’s so funny. It would be rude to make a big deal of it, but I was only telling the truth. Maybe this is her first time? But I’m sure that everyone knows this is proper etiquette. Maybe she’s been spending time overseas?

Unaffected by Kei’s confusion, Hisakawa reached up and began to unbutton Kei’s top. Her fingers moved meticulously slow, one by one grasping a button, adjusting it to line up with its hole, and then deftly sliding it through. When the button just past Kei’s bra was open, Hisakawa grasped tightly at the exposed cups.

Kei’s eyes fluttered back in her head as she let out a loud moan and arched into Hisakawa’s warm, soft hands. I love when my riding companions are possessive! It lets me know they really want to be riding with me. Riding me. Mmmm yesss…

“You have a fun body, Kei. And you are very good at following the rules.” Hisakawa grinned, her eyes hooding as she pinched Kei’s nipples through her bra. “How often do you ride?”

“W-whenever I’m supposed to.” Kei whimpered, rolling her hips in the air as if that could somehow find her the friction she craved. “I’ve ridden it every day of the week before. I only ride when I know that I’m supposed to. When I don’t, I don’t even remember the special bus. I just don’t even… Oooh… think… about it…!”

“And are you thinking now?”

Hisakawa’s grin screamed mischief. Kei’s expression could be best described as wordless. One of her eyes was open wider than the other, the lid shuddering with her pleasure. Her mouth hung open, sounds of pleasure still dripping from it as Hisakawa continued to tug and twist at her clothed nipples.

The sitting woman’s grin grew more and more amused as her tugs became rougher, her twists sharper. Her patience remained steady. Without a single moment’s hesitation Kei decided that Hisakawa-sama was the most bizarre riding companion that she’d ever had, and she clearly remembered the woman who had asked her to dress in a cosplay she provided of a fetishized school uniform from some visual novel or another.

She had fond memories of the afterglow from that ride. She’d been late to work by an hour, but it had been so incredibly worth it.

“Of coooooourse I’m thinking n-now Hisakawa-samaaaaaa!” Kei’s voice was twisted and stretched by whines drawn from further pinching of her delicate nipples. “Th-that’s a s-silly question to ask! W-why wouldn’t I beeeee?!”

Kei’s voice broke into a howl as one of Hisakawa’s hands slid down along her body and began to forcefully stroke along her slit. “Oh, no reason. I’m just being silly. Don’t mind me.”

Hisakawa’s voice sounded so… knowing. There was something she was keeping from Kei, but it was hard for her to care. She can have whatever… MmMmm… secrets she wants! As long as we get along as a good riding pair… That’s what matters!

“O-of course, Hisakawa-sama… Mmmm… Your hands feel so good!” Kei groaned as Hisakawa’s fingers began to push beyond the flesh of her netherlips to explore inside of her with unmistakably lewd, slick sounds. “Please r-ride me as… Mmmm as much as you like, however you like! I’m here to m-make your ride… f-full of… MMmMmmmm… Pleasure!”

“Just like the brochure said. You’re almost too good to be true.” Hisakawa’s fingers thrust faster, deeper, as her other hand moved to grasp at Kei’s bare ass. Her nails made red marks as they dug in, squeezing so tight at her supple flesh.

“B-brochure?” Kei moaned as she squeezed tight around her riding companion’s fingers as her slick juices ran down along her hand. Thinking about it, Kei couldn’t really remember how she’d found out about the Pleasure Express. One day she’d just started taking it when she knew she was supposed to. She didn’t remember ever paying for the fare. She just went where she was told to go, and entertained her companion.

N-no, I remember… my cellphone… I was checking bus arrival times and the Pleasure Express came up as a special offer! Of course! And the features were too good to pass up! Cum on your way to work? Meet exciting people? Who would refuse that?

The sitting woman just smiled, and licked her lips as she moved her fingers faster. “Don’t you worry about a thing, Kei. In fact, why don’t you worry more about getting out of the last of your clothes? I think you’re going to be very late today.”

“Of course, Hisakawa-sama!” Kei clung tighter to the bar over her head as the bus took a hard turn. Her legs spread wider as she adjusted her stance to accommodate, and her companion took full advantage as her touches grew all the more raw. When at last the bus stopped again she tossed her jacket and blouse to the seat beside Hisakawa, and then her bra followed.

Every thrust of Hisakawa’s fingers, every turn of the bus, every hard stop, sent Kei’s breasts bouncing and swaying in a feast for Hisakawa’s eyes. Kei’s moans grew sharper, trembling breathily past her lips as her grip on the metal bar became tighter and tighter.

Safety was important.

“Mmm this is the best service that I’ve ever signed up for. I think you’ve convinced me that I’m going to need to get the lifetime membership.” Kei’s clit throbbed as her hips bucked wildly out of control. She didn’t remember what it was, but she knew there was a reward for that. Plus that meant that she would probably see Hisakawa-sama again. Repeat partners were always the best. They learned what they wanted from her and took it.

Her eyes crossed. She knew if Hisakawa kept it up her first orgasm was only moments away. Even if this was just another long bus ride to work, and it felt silly to put so much importance into it, Kei had to confess it was her favorite part of the day.

It was like starting the day off with breakfast, but it fed a much more primal hunger.

“Scream for me, Kei. Scream for me as loud and hard as you can. I want the windows on the bus to shake. Give all of the other riders a good show of it too.” Hisakawa’s eyes fluttered as she thrust her fingers deep inside of Kei, and slowly stroked her thumb along her entertainer’s clit. “I’m a generous woman when I get what I want.”

“Y-yes Hisakawa-sama!” Kei’s voice cracked as she lost control to the pleasure welling up inside of her. She’d been a good companion, a good entertainer, and Hisakawa-sama was so obviously pleased. Her screams weren’t quite loud enough to shake the windows, but all of the other riders did glance her way and savored the sight of her sweat drenched body shaking as she hung from the overhead bar.

When her shudders subsided Hisakawa retrieved her fingers and began to suckle them clean. Kei panted, hanging limply as moans of bliss continued to escape from her lips. Her eyes stared down at her companion, but their glassy emptiness saw nothing.

“Now why did you just do all of that, Kei? Strip because I told you to, behave as I told you to, cum when I told you to? Why did you do all of that for little old me, a woman that you’ve never even met before? What do you have to say to that?” Hisakawa licked the last of Kei’s lust from her fingertips and stared at her pussy as she waited for the woman’s answer.

It took Kei longer than she wanted to catch her breath. Hisakawa didn’t seem to mind, content to lick at her saliva and lust slick fingers as she watched the woman’s sex.

“B-because I’m a good travel companion on the Pleasure Express. That’s what you do. It’s simply being polite and proper.” Kei sighed in satisfaction at her own explanation. “That’s all anyone would have to say about it, Hisakawa-sama. That’s what you do when it’s your turn to ride and be ridden on the Pleasure Express.”

Hisakawa grinned as she pointed down to the floor in front of her, and unbuttoned her shorts. “On your knees, Kei. I think it’s time that you return the favor, don’t you?”

Without a moment’s hesitation Kei released the bar, and fell into position. She reached out and helped Hisakawa pull off her shorts, breathing deep to savor the scent of her companion’s desire.

She was already looking forward to the next time they met.

Kei nibbled on the last of her rice ball as she approached her bus stop. She enjoyed eating out for lunch, especially after a long working morning. She pulled out her cell phone and checked the bus arrival times. It would be a wait, but not long at all.

I’ve been so productive today! I closed a big new account at work, had a nice relaxing bus ride… I feel like I got a lot of exercise, too! Kei grinned as she closed the application and prepared to tuck her cellphone away. If my week can keep up like this it’s going to be amazing! Now just to wait for… the… bus…

Again, her cellphone began to ring. She stared at the caller ID reporting no number, and her lips curled into a smile as she held it up to her ear and answered it.

She whimpered in pain as the loud sharp pulse and throb of sound throbbed into her ear and assaulted her mind. It wasn’t long before her clit began to throb and pulse in time. She’d be riding the special bus back to work. Which was really what she wanted to do, anyway. She wanted to keep riding the special bus as much as she could. That was the best thing that she could do, after all. That was the right thing for her to do.

She hung up the phone with a sigh and then slid it away.

Again the bus arrived, and again she waved it on. She was supposed to wait for the special bus. I always love riding the special bus! It feels like it’s been so long since I’ve gotten to ride, too. I love how I always know when I’m supposed to ride it, and when I’m not I don’t even think about it. It makes it so special when I get that instinct to wait for it!

It was a longer wait for the special bus than the regular bus, but that was fine. The longer she waited, the more her anticipation grew. There were nearly infinite possibilities for who her traveling companion would be this time. What would they find the most entertaining?

Whatever it was she knew that she would be giving it her all, and that was what made her excited. Being a part of the Pleasure Express was a sacred duty that she was thankful to be entrusted with. Women counted on her to make their rides pleasant and fulfilling. Without her doing their best, the special bus would stop showing up. They would stop having a need for her to ride at all.

She couldn’t imagine being the reason that the special bus stopped running. She needed to impress each and every companion. She had to be the best companion. Her thighs trembled and her panties dampened as she closed her teeth around her bottom lip.

Whenever she had to wait too long for the special bus to arrive she always remembered her orientation. The bus was packed with women like her, companions, not riders. All of them sat.

Kei still got to sit sometimes, but it was only if her companion wanted to. The bus always had plenty of open seats. The size wasn’t to fill with as many people as they could. The size was so the riders could sit wherever they wanted and have lots of room for themselves and their entertainment.

She remembered when the bus had reached the Pleasure Express headquarters they’d all filed into the auditorium. It was like a movie theatre with stadium seating. They’d all taken their seats, filling them without concern for who sat where.

They all knew that they would be able to see the presentation perfectly.

When they were all in their seats the bus driver had gone to each woman and carefully tied both of their wrists to the arms of their chairs. Kei remembered moaning when it was her turn, and being told that she was such a good girl for staying still and doing what she was told. She remembered shuddering, squeezing at the chair as tight as she could.

She remembered watching the orientation app for hours. The excitement of seeing it on the big screen was too much for her to take. Kei remembered fondly that she wasn’t the only one who soaked through her panties and all over the seat before the presentation even began.

Once they were all bound, the large metronome that began to slide back and forth across the screen had all of the women moaning in sync. Kei lost track of how many times it swung side to side as soft words too quiet for her to hear told her how she was to behave, what she was to do, and what was expected of her. Even if she couldn’t make out the words, she knew that the metronome was opening a deep part of her that would be so eager to hear and learn.

It was like going to school, or job training, but so much more efficient, erotic, and perfect. It was helping her to be a better woman, and to better understand her role in the world. Her seat was ruined halfway through the presentation, but the scent of pussy, hers and her fellow companions, only made the metronome more powerful.

She remembered feeling the very core of her mind opened up, and feeling that scent and so many moans sliding in. She knew that she would only think of her orientation when she was allowed to. Otherwise, she would forget.

That was how orientation always was.

It had felt silly to be told that. Didn’t everyone know that? If you were taken by bus, tied to a chair, and taught how to behave you wouldn’t tell anyone about that or even think about it when it wasn’t important. That was how the Pleasure Express worked. Kei was sure that every adult knew that.

When the pretty woman with the shiny blonde hair stepped in front of the metronome and introduced herself as Amilia, Kei was too far gone to think of how pretty the name sounded or felt as it moved inside of her. Even thrust so deep between her legs all she could do was softly groan and squeeze the chair harder as her hips wiggled.

Amilia had told them so many special, important, and helpful things. Safety was the most important thing. It would be such a bad thing if any of them were to get hurt, after all. That wouldn’t be very entertaining. That would be very expensive.

The bus parking in front of her pulled Kei out of her reverie, and she forgot that she ever had an orientation. If someone asked her, she would have told them that everyone knew how you behaved if you were a companion on the Pleasure Express, and she would have smiled. She’d answered that so many times she had practice not showing how wet saying those words made her with a clench or a shudder.

She stepped onto the bus, and smiled as she looked to the driver’s nametag. She wore the same latex uniform that all of the drivers did, and smiled the same happy professional smile. Her pigtails were brown instead of red, but were tied back in the exact same style.

Kei tipped her head and cellphone to the side and smiled excitedly. That the bus driver’s name was Yuko instead of Athena was oddly exciting. Knowing there were multiple busses ready to whisk her away to be a companion and an entertainer would have had Kei trembling if that wouldn’t be impolite.

“Hello! Thank you for picking me up! I’m Sawai Kei. Where will I be sitting today?”

“Sawai Kei…” Yuko smiled and adjusted her chauffer’s cap with a grin. “You’ll be at the front on the left. You will be with Taylor-sama! Enjoy your ride!”

Kei nodded as she moved to find Taylor-sama. Most of riders she entertained were natives, but she recognized Taylor’s name. She was a business woman who had moved nearby a year ago… or was it two? She remembered that she had been Taylor’s first companion, and the woman had signed up for a lifetime membership shortly thereafter.

The blonde woman was sitting expectantly when Kei arrived. She wore slacks, giving her only the slightest bit less of a feminine presence that was more than made up for by the impressive swell of her breasts under her blouse and jacket. “Ah, Kei! I was hoping that I could get you today. I’m on my way to an important meeting so this won’t be one of our longer sessions, but I’m sure you’ll still enjoy it. Sit next to me and spread your legs like a good girl.”

Taylor’s Japanese was heavily accented, and unmistakably American, but all that did was make Kei quiver more. There’s something so erotic, romantic, about someone from so far away. I’m glad that I get to make her trip more pleasurable.

Kei sat, wiggling so she sat with her body pressing against Taylor’s. “Thank you, Taylor-sama! You know I’m always happy to please you however I can!”

“Oh yes, I know… You’re actually part of the reason for this little trip. It was impressive enough when they made Amilia so eager to be a part of this project she happily volunteered to be so… integral… but seeing, experiencing you…” Taylor reached her hand under Kei’s skirt, under her panties, and began to quickly rub along her slit. Her touch was patient but firm, and soon has Kei writhing and whimpering. “Well, I’m eager to see if we can have the same success if we take this program internationally.”

“Inter…inter… nationally?” Kei groaned as she grasped the chair under her to better grind her hips into her rider’s hand. She was already so slick, and Taylor was always so good at bringing the long trembling moans out of her. She felt like she was melting, pouring over the other woman’s hand as her skin felt hotter and pulsed with such an intense need.

“Oh yes. Pleasure Express is a Japanese exclusive. For now, anyway. I’m hoping that I can get a branch set up in Europe. If that’s successful, then maybe we could move into Canada, even the states. There are plenty of people with money who would love to have a pretty thing like you to play with. And you don’t even remember what you are when you’re off the bus. A prostitution ring that’s always moving, with prostitutes who think they’re just on their way to work, to lunch, back home? Oh yes. I know some women who would just love to have this business expanded.”

“I-I am not a prostitute!” Kei whined between sharp desperate panting breaths. Her knuckles were almost white with how tightly she was clutching the seat under her. “I have a job in an office, I just like to ride the Pleasure Express an—”

“Forget I said anything, Kei. In fact, I want you to forget everything besides how much you want to have a chance to suck on my tits before I have to get off the bus.” Taylor grinned as Kei’s eyes glazed, staring off far into the distance as she continued to moan and buck. When the sharpness in her eyes returned and she caught her breath anew she stared at Taylor’s chest with a look of pitiful longing.

But she said nothing.

She thought they had been talking about something, but what it was escaped her. She wanted so desperately to wrap her lips around the other woman’s nipples, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask if she could do so.

Taylor-sama wasn’t there for her to be fulfilled, after all. That was what she was for. To serve. To please. To entertain.

She stared, licking her lips, moaning, and grasping so tight at the seat under her as she desperately tried to control her growing need. She came, howling, nuzzling into Taylor’s shoulder as she knew the other woman loved her to do.

When the blonde left the bus without opening her top or even saying another word it made Kei proud of herself.

I have so much self control! She could have fucked me all day and I wouldn’t have even started to beg. Why I have so much self control you’d think that I was brainwashed.