The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I don’t remember exactly when she called me for the first time. All I’m sure of is that it happened after I got the strangest letter in the mail.

It was addressed to me, but the return address wasn’t one that I recognized. Still, it looked official. It said it was from the Mentis Scripturum Foundation. While I assumed they were probably some charity asking for donations it seemed rude to throw it away without at least giving it some kind of chance. It could have been for a cause that I would want to support. Plus the name was in Latin, and that made it seem far more important than it would have if their foundation was named something in English.

When I got inside my apartment I threw off my jacket, thankful to be out of the cool autumn air, and tore open the curious envelope. The letter inside had lines of text that looked like a letter should. The paragraphs looked reasonable, and the format made it look like a real letter.

Of course I say that because the actual words didn’t. I looked over it again and again, but none of it looked anything like words I could recall reading before. I didn’t want to call it gibberish, just in case it was a language that I wasn’t familiar with, but there was something about it that looked explicitly less like language that made sense. There were too few vowels, and too many consonants squished together that no matter how hard I tried I could not figure out how they could ever be spoken.

After spending what had to be at least half an hour looking over the letter as I made dinner, I decided to give it a rest. It wasn’t making any sense, and there seemed little that I could do to change that. A search online for the Mentis Scripturum Foundation didn’t find anything. Entering in lines of the letter itself didn’t seem to find anything.

I was clueless.

Unable to figure out what it could possibly mean, I set the letter off to one side and continued my night like nothing special had happened. I had a mystery that seemed unsolvable sitting on my coffee table, but I’m not the sort of woman who loves puzzles. I’ve always been terrible with them, figuring them out weeks after everyone else has decreed how simple it was to find the solution.

Working away at it any longer sounded more like a quick way to make myself depressed than end up satisfied.

I went to bed early that night, not from the letter but because I was feeling more tired than usual. Looking back, maybe I’d used up too much brain power trying to figure out what it meant. It was clearly beyond me. I remember my head hitting the pillow and then nothing, and I tend to have really bad insomnia. If I’d known that it was the letter, I likely would have tried solving the mystery every night.

I think I had dreams, but I couldn’t remember them very well when I woke up. I can half recall something about twisting shapes dancing around me as I kneeled at the center of a small, dimly lit circle within a very dark room.

The reason I even remember that much is that I woke up from the dream when my phone rang. I always sleep with my cellphone on my nightstand, just in case. The sound cut through the fog of my dreams so much faster than usual, and answering it felt less like something I wanted to do and more like something that I needed to do.

A woman’s voice filled my ears before I could even say hello. It was firm, commanding, and I trembled at the raw force of her demand. “Reach your hand down between your legs, and stroke along your slit. Moan. Ask no questions. Comply.”

“Y-yes, o-of course!” It felt like a call I’d received a million times before. Of course when a powerful woman calls you in the middle of the night and demands that you masturbate you don’t ask her any questions. You reach under your panties and rub as hard as you can, which is exactly what I did. The simple act of receiving such an erotic call already had me so wet that it took no time at all for my thighs to start shaking.

I moaned, quivering as the passion of my arousal melted from my lips into the phone. My body was on fire, so much heat throbbing and pulsing over me from my scalp to the tips of my toes. Every ragged breath, coming quicker and sharper, strangled by sharp moans and cries, was more desperate and needy than the last.

There was no question. I needed to stroke my slit, to feel myself growing warmer and hotter as the wet sound of my pussy filled the room as strongly as my scent. Even laying on my back, holding the phone desperately to my ear I felt so intensely dizzy. Everything was spinning, twisting, and the harder I rubbed, the more my hips shook to press my sex into my fingers, the more that I had to struggle to hold on to anything but the phone.

“Put your phone on speaker, and twist your nipple with your other hand. Comply.” Her voice sounded just as aroused as mine. Did she have any idea the affect her call was having on me? There was no way she could know how close I already felt, and I wasn’t even sure how long I’d been awake when she spoke to me that second time. I just knew I was infinitely grateful to hear her voice again.

“Y-yess, o-of course!” It was hard to comply with only one hand, the other still sharing its shuddering caress with my damp cleft, but somehow I managed before dropping the phone onto the pillow beside me.

My nipple was already so hard, and twisting it made my voice crack as my body shook even harder. I could barely concentrate on moving my fingers. I didn’t want to concentrate on anything. I just wanted to spin away and do whatever that petty voice on the phone told me to do. Nothing else mattered to me at all.

“Now, cum, and get a good night’s sleep.”

I came, screaming so loud I was sure I’d woken up all of my neighbors. My hand was drenched, and the fast beating of my heart was so loud I didn’t even hear the beep from my phone when the caller hung up on me.

Just as quickly as I’d woken up, I fell right back to sleep and stayed asleep through the rest of the night.

The next day I didn’t spend very much time thinking over the call, only how good I’d slept. It had been years since I’d drifted off to sleep without any problems, much less twice in the same night. I was so happy that I hoped she’d call again. I still had no idea what to think of that strange letter, but it didn’t feel worth thinking about. Come to think of it, every time I tried I just got… dizzy. Everything felt so indistinct, warm, floaty, and…

Really, it isn’t worth thinking about, or talking about. I think I’m making a bigger deal out of it than I should. It was just this weird, confusing letter that wasn’t even a real language anyway. It isn’t worth remembering, but I guess I can’t help that!

I took my lunch at a local restaurant. It was too cold to eat outside where I usually liked to sit, but the food was still incredibly pleasant. I’d just finished my meal and was preparing to go when my phone vibrated in my purse. I pulled it out quick as I could with that same intense urgency I’d felt the night before. What if she was calling back? What if she wanted to tell me more things that I needed to do?

At the thought my panties were already soaked through and I couldn’t imagine it being anyone else on the phone. I wanted it to be her. I needed it to be her. Anything else wouldn’t just be disappointing, it would be… horrifying. I wasn’t sure how I would be able to get through the day without being commanded by her powerful voice.

“Go to the bathroom. Comply.”

She sounded so much happier. Maybe she’d woken up in the middle of the night to call me, and after getting some sleep she was having a better time of things. Regardless, I didn’t hesitate and moved quickly into the bathroom before waiting for what she wanted next.

She wouldn’t need to tell me not to ask any questions that day. I might not be good at puzzles, but everyone has always that I’m a very fast learner.

“Unbutton your blouse.” There was an urgency in her voice it hadn’t possessed the night before. I was already rushing to comply before she officially made it a command. I needed to do what she said, so she didn’t really need to tell me to comply even if that did make it a little sexier. “Reach up under your skirt, and pull off your panties. Toss them into the bin, and stare into your own eyes while you stroke your clit. Tell me what a dirty, naughty, obedient girl you are for me. Comply.”

My panties were already sinking in with the rest of the refuse by the time she was done commanding me. My pupils looked so wide, making my irises just thin slivers pushed to the very edge by overwhelming black. I groaned, clutching my phone tighter as my finger drew tight circles around my clit quicker and quicker. “Mmmmm I’m so… so… dirty… Mmmmm… Naughty… kinda… slutty… mmm rubbing myself in a bathroom… where anyone could walk in… I’d do… do… anything you wanted… all you have to do is ask!”

Already my knees were starting to feel gooey and weak under me as lust ran slickly down my thighs. No one came in, but I almost wanted them to. I wanted someone to come in and see what an obedient, naughty, dirty girl I was for the woman who called me. I’d do anything she wanted me to do, and I wanted to prove it.

But it wasn’t my place to do more than she told me to do when she had my attention.

“Mmm. That’s right. All I have to do is ask. Rub quicker. Harder. Faster. Yes, like that. Tell me how much you need to comply.”

It was too easy to imagine that the woman on the other end of the phone, wherever she was, whoever she was, had her hand between her thighs just like I did. I could have imagined that it was her hand stroking me, but it was hotter to know that it was her voice inside of my hand, using me like a toy for her pleasure. It was my body, my body was hers as long as she had me on the phone.

“Nnnn! I need to comply… so… so… so much! I need it more than I need to breathe! MMmm! I need it more than I need anything! I need you! I need to comply! Please, make me comply!” My own voice sounded so wanton and unrestrained! I couldn’t stop my cheeks from burning such a dark red. I didn’t really want to.

It was happening because of her command, and that meant that I was complying even more.

I couldn’t cum until she told me to comply. I couldn’t stop until she told me to comply. I couldn’t do anything but what she wanted, and that felt better than anything else in my life ever had.

“Mmm… good girl. Very good girl. Pinch your clit, scream you’re my horny little call slut, and cum. Comply.”

I complied, and collapsed in a heap on the bathroom floor as the line went dead. She was done with me, and all of the force of will keeping me standing left the room with her. Without her, I just didn’t have the strength. The tile was cold under how warm I felt, and my thighs were so wet. My toes hurt from how hard they were curled, but the pain just made my lips curl into a smile before I even realized it was happening.

I wanted her to call again, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. She was a busy woman, I assumed. To be the kind of woman who could call me up at any time, demand anything, and then hang up she’d have to be a pretty important woman, right?

That just makes sense.

So I cleaned myself up, and no one even came in until after I was presentable. I left my panties in the trash of course. That was just respectful. She’d told me to throw them there, and taking them back out would not only be gross, but disrespectful. Going through the rest of the day without panties also served to remind me of her call. I felt on cloud nine all day long. Nothing could bother me when I knew that eventually that perfect woman would give me a ring again and take away all of the worst parts of the world in a flash.

If she were in front of me I would have kissed her, and I never particularly fancied myself the sort of woman who kissed other women. For her, I’d do it without being asked to comply. Of course the moment she started talking I’d probably be far too overwhelmed to do anything but what she asked.

I’m not rude.

The rest of the day passed all too quickly with my wonderful mood carrying me through. I kept my phone closer than I ever had before, and constantly looked. I didn’t bother searching for the phone number online. I respected her privacy. Looking her up, or even knowing her number, felt like asking questions. I was supposed to be the one who listened while she told me what to do.

On a lark I picked up the letter that had arrived in the mail before, and tried reading it again. Somehow, parts of it seemed to make sense. I still couldn’t pronounce any of it, but the more I looked over it the more I could understand what parts of it meant. It was certainly polite, and offering me something to do with happiness and knowing my place in the world.

But I really couldn’t figure out more than that.

I spent most of the evening just mulling over it, but it was hard to really get anywhere when it was so much easier to think about anything else, like her beautiful voice or the way she said the word comply.

This time as I laid down to sleep, my phone rang again. I answered it on the second ring, and already felt my thighs begin to quiver. No matter what she asked, I knew that I would love it. I knew that it would complete me in ways that nothing else ever had or ever would. We were already so close, and each call served to bring us closer.

“I want you naked. Now. Speakerphone. Comply.”

I’d only ever used the speakerphone on my cell once before, but my body seemed to remember how it had obeyed the night before. In mere moments my clothes were scattered across my room. I had to comply too quickly to care where they ended up. She had said now.

“Now stand in front of your window. Open your curtains. Stroke that wet cunny of yours with one hand, and tug at your nipple with the other. I want to hear you moaning. Comply.”

I was almost sure that I heard a hint of a moan that time, which made my body feel energized in brand new ways. My nipples throbbed with each syllable. My clit pulsed as II felt myself clenching and dripping to each powerful word of that powerful woman. I stood before my open window and rubbed, tugged, watching the poor reflection on my window as I masturbated for all the world to see.

Anyone could just walk by and see me touching myself for the woman on the phone. As I moaned, louder and louder, my body shaking and dripping with sweat, I was sure they’d be able to hear me too. What would they think? Would they come to the obvious conclusion that I was complying with the powerful woman who was fulfilling me in ways I didn’t know I needed?

I felt bad for every woman who didn’t have a woman like her calling them, commanding them to masturbate and moan. Nothing had ever gotten me so wet. I wanted to be everything that she wanted me to be.

Light shone suddenly from the window in the apartment across from mine. I desperately wished, craved that it was my caller wanting to see how well I could comply.

“Press your tits into the window, as hard as you can. Tell me how much you need me, and cum. Cum, thinking of just how much I’m the perfect woman for you. Cum! Comply!”

I was sure that she was coming with my as my thighs clenched around my hand, my body shaking as I pressed my breasts into the cold glass of my window. My nipples had been so hard before, but they felt tighter now, trembling against the cold as my orgasmic cries shook through my body. Maybe she’d already hung up. I don’t know. All I know is that I was sure I could hear her moans joining mine, embracing me as I screamed out how perfect she was, that I would always be hers, ready for her calls.

I wanted her to be my everything.

It’s been… at least a few months now since I got that letter and she gave me a call for the first time. I think. It feels like such a long time that it could be a year. If she told me to forget, I’m sure I’d comply.

She calls me at least twice a day, often when I’m at lunch and in bed but sometimes she’ll call me while I’m at work. I’ll always do whatever she wants, and it always ends with me cumming so hard my vision blurs, my body feels numb, and it takes me awhile to remember my own name.

Maybe one day she’ll give me a call and ask me to meet her somewhere. I’ll comply, of course. I’ll do anything that she wants. I’ll fall to my knees. I’ll let her tie me to a bed. I’ll have sex with the staff of a hotel to get her a free stay. Anything that she wants.

It’s really the least I can do.

That letter probably has nothing to do with it, but I think I’m getting close to figuring out what it says so sometimes I still give it a read. It’s just so… boring. I always feel light headed when I think about it for very long. It’s just so confusing, it’d probably make anyone feel this dizzy so I don’t worry about it.

I just keep my phone close, and wait for her to call.

I hope she calls again soon.