The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

When I walk out into the waiting room she’s the first thing I see. She’s dressed in a power suit and that look has never looked as good on any other woman. Her legs covered in dark hose look so long and graceful coming out from the modest skirt, and even in something so starchy her curves still look sweetly pronounced. Sarah has been on my mind since I found her, but I never dreamed she’d actually be back.

To be honest, with the heart condition she had I was sure letting her go was a death sentence.

Sarah smiles at me with her full lips and her gorgeous, glittering brown eyes. Her eyes are brown. She’s so pretty, even looking so official with a briefcase at her side. Did she come here to see me? “Hello Doctor Raine, can I call you Valerie? My name’s Sarah.”

“Of course you can, Sarah . . .” She’s the same woman—I can tell, she’s exactly the same woman, but something about her is different. Something about her is wrong. She doesn’t remember me, or she’s just pretending. I can’t tell, but either way it stings sharper than the worst feeling I could possibly imagine. I spent nights awake in bed thinking about her tired smile, her pretty face, her gorgeous voice, and she doesn’t even have a look of familiarity in her eyes?

In a single moment, all of the warmth I felt for her evaporates. “Thank you, Valerie. I have something very serious to discuss with you- you see, I’m a member of the Argentum Project. Not only do we deeply appreciate your skill, but we heard one of our workers had been found and brought here . . .”

Right now, what I want more than anything else is a long steel pole. Training in my martial art was likely what helped me build the self discipline I have now, enough self discipline to both not actually do anything physical to her, or to mist her.

The nerve that woman must have is simply amazing. “Of course. Come on, Sarah. I’ll show you to my office.” She’s a member of the Project? It feels even more increasingly coincidental, but . . .

That would mean two members of the Argentum Project managed to land themselves in my hospital in need of some serious care to their chest cavities. Vicki always said that if something kept reoccurring time and time again, it wasn’t coincidence; it was the sign of a pattern. Sadly, I think the only way that I’d be able to understand this pattern would be if I were outside of it.

Being too tightly woven, right along with the chaos surrounding me, there’s little to no chance I can figure out what it all means. Do I even want to? The same woman whose very oddity tempted me to actually try out research is now more tempting to slap in the face.

“Of course . . .” And she even has the gall to sound confused! I just want to slap her. Saying yes is not a likely course of action at this point, no matter what she’s asking. “This is a very lovely hospital, Valerie. There’s just something about it that I can’t place, but is undeniably lovely. That such a gifted woman like yourself has stayed here is a testament to your drive as a healer.”

Every complementing word she says just winds me tighter and tighter. Once we’re in my office, I can yell at her, or at least let her know how I feel. Oh how wonderful that is going to feel. “Thank you, Sarah.”

She stays silent for the rest of the walk, and then sets down her briefcase in my office, but does not sit. She just stares at me, looking worried and confused, but she doesn’t sit. I don’t care. She can sit or stand. That’s up to her. Right now, she’s just a distraction from trying to find out more about Heather, but at least she should be able to help me get a hold of Melinda.

After I sit down, so does she, and she even forces herself to smile. Cute. At least after this I won’t have any Sarah related reasons to stay awake at night anymore.

“So, Valerie . . . All right, first, let me level with you. I’m not much of a business woman. I wasn’t chosen because I make money or because I’m good at brown nosing, but I wanted to be the one to offer this opportunity to you myself.” Her full lips pause just long enough for her to frown. “But before we go any further, I need you to level with me. Why the hell do you look like I did something awful to you? Do you just not like women in expensive suits? They’re not the highest category in my mind ever, but your loathing seems personal.”

“The nerve!” I can’t hold it back, and I don’t see a single reason to. “I found you, drugged out of your mind, more pale than an anemic Goth and brought you in to the hospital to save your life, which I did. I diagnosed your heart condition, and told you that you were living on borrowed time, and instead of letting me perform the surgery to save your life, you left! Then you arrive and don’t even seem to remember me. Is that reason enough to loathe you?”

Sarah opens her mouth to respond, looking upset, almost enraged . . . before she just lets her mouth hang open to stare incredulously. This woman, I swear, it’s like she’s a walking movie star with all of the ego . . . No, she’s more like a starlet from a movie.

A moment later she just closes her mouth and her eyes before dropping her face into her hands. Could there actually be a misunderstanding somewhere, or is she just using this to try and make me drop my defenses? I don’t know how quickly I can forgive her for just absolutely forgetting me. I can understand not remembering the whole situation, but . . . a purple haired doctor saving your life should stand out!

“I’m . . . sorry . . .” Her whole body trembles, it actually trembles. She looks up, and her brown eyes look full of tears. “I’m sorry. I . . . How long ago was this . . .? I might be able to explain—it’s not good, but . . . please, tell me, so I can try to explain?”

“Nine months ago.” She should know that. She’s just trying to get me to feel pity for her . . . yet . . . Those are real tears in her eyes. Her eyes . . . did they just . . . twinkle? For just a moment, it almost looked like there were several stars inside of each of her irises, but hidden underneath something. It’s almost impossible to describe, but it reminds me a lot of how my mist sometimes looks when I look into my own eyes.

Something about this is sincere. Goddess I am going to feel so guilty if she has a valid reason for not remembering me. I have no clue what could give such a reason, but . . .

“Nine months ago . . . I . . . Those drugs . . .” Sarah sniffs, hard, and though her eyes are full of tears she still hasn’t actually started to cry. “I was on them for a long time, they . . . They had a cumulative effect, and at the end of it, when they finally let me go . . . They’d used me up, worn me out and . . . I’m still having difficulties remembering anything that happened during that month. The only things I really remember for sure was calling up an old business associate of my best friend, my surrogate mother, who was taken away from me before the drugs . . . I know it’s hard to understand, but . . . A lot of my life has been filled with things like that.”

“Things like . . . like what?” I lean over my desk, and reach out for one of her hands. She pulls it back, but I can understand that. She sadly has a lot of reason to not feel like being touched, especially by me.

She pauses, and then looks away before continuing with a quivering voice. “I’ve had a lot of trouble keeping my head screwed on tight. Drugs, machines, being sold in an auction house . . . One way or another, things are always stealing me away from my life, or making me forget about it altogether. I’ve come a long way though, and now, now that I’m working on The Argentum Project, things finally feel like they’re going the right way.”

My mist’s powers are almost all very straightforward. It relaxes a body, it can relax a mind, and with a lot of effort it can even let me hover or slow a descent.

It also has a much lesser but still useful effect, and that effect is a bit of extra perceptional empathy. It’s only just enough to feel it if someone is close, but these feelings are so intense that I think anyone with a mild degree of empathy could feel them a mile away. Her heart is on her sleeve right now, and I just backhanded it.

“Sarah, I am so sorry. To me, I . . . Please, let me make it up to you.” I stand, and slowly walk around my desk towards her, just so I can very, very softly stroke her hair. It feels different somehow than it did before, just a little more stiff. Before she didn’t seem in any position to be wearing product, so that’s not too strange, but it feels important.

She stiffens for a moment before just sniffling and staring down at her briefcase. “I didn’t remember that I saw you during that time, but when Katya and I were looking over the people we still wanted to recruit for the project . . . When I read your file, I wanted to meet you . . .”

Her whole body shakes after she makes a sick swallowing sound, and every part of me just wants to mist her pain away . . . but I resist the urge. I never dreamed of seeing her alive again, much less having a second chance to hear her heart, to comfort her, to be there for her. She needed me before but she refused—this time Sarah seems much more open minded to some help, or at least to having me close to her in one way or another. Even if I turn her offer down, I want to stay close . . .

“We have a lot in common, that’s all. We both grew up . . . different. We both grew up wanting to help people, and the doctors could only really say ‘be careful’ and that they ‘had no clue what the long term effects’ could be. They never do for something new, do they?” Sarah looks up to me, and her tears are finally falling, but . . .

Along the first tear’s trail, there’s a long line of silver skin exposed. As those other tears start to fall more and more of those silver streaks start to flow down from her eyes. I reach my hand down to wipe away those streaks with my thumb to puzzle it out and . . . the silver smears.

No, the silver doesn’t smear . . . the peach of her skin does. As it smears away, it leaves her skin perfectly smooth, perfectly soft, perfectly . . . silver, some . . . some kind of robot, only softer, warmer.

“What . . . who . . .”

Sarah smiles at the confusion and laughs sadly before standing and facing away. I can see her hands are likely rubbing over her face, doing something else, and when she turns around . . . her face, her hands . . . they’re entirely silver. Her skin looks like a slightly more natural, and silver, version of the white face paint that my favorite android wore on Star Trek . . . It’s not shiny, it’s just silver, and so gorgeous.

With a crooked grin that makes me think of a swashbuckler, Sarah reaches her silver hands up through her hair, and after lacing her fingers through it, gives it a sharp tug, and cries out just a little as the black hair comes off into her hand and a long mane of silver bursts out like a sunrise over a dark horizon.

Sarah isn’t Sarah. Okay, she is Sarah, but she’s someone more than Sarah at the same time. I’d recognize that silver hair, that silver skin, those silver eyes anywhere . . . “Silver Girl . . .”

“That’s what some people call me out there, in the big nasty world . . . In here I want you to call me Sarah. This is how I really look, but I ran into some really nasty trouble about ten months back and really needed to lie low. After some of the heat melted off, I started making public appearances again, but I thought I would give my well, alter ego a chance to have a life for awhile. That dear friend that I lost left me a large savings account, and I’ve used it to help support the Argentum Project.” She sounds so altruistic, so brave, so courageous, so . . .

“Sarah . . . You’re . . .! When you stopped popping up on the news, in the newspaper . . . Most of those heroes and heroines just make me roll my eyes, but something about you always caught my eye . . .” I feel so embarrassed to be here in the same room as the one super heroine I actually truly admire, and she’s the one I’ve been dreaming about in bed every night without even knowing it.

It’s amazing how much of a difference a palette change can make.

She doesn’t take advantage of the situation and say something stupid, or even try and flirt. I could appreciate that. Instead she just smiles, and her eyes twinkle as a single tear slides down her cheek. “I just ran into some trouble, that’s all. Even the man of steel got killed a couple of times. I only got bound and drugged. Not nearly as bad, I think. More of an Amazonian issue really . . .”

There’s a certain melancholy in her eyes, but I can’t quite explain how it looks. It feels like she knows far more than she wants to tell me, but I don’t think she’s lied to me. I think it’s just a matter of knowing more than anyone should have to know, one of those sorts of problems.

Sarah is just so silver, so shining, so brilliant . . . A super heroine dressed up as a business woman gives me some interesting mental pictures, and not all of them are innocent as the shy yet delighted look on her face. The pain is still there, the embarrassment, but right now she’s feeling good about herself, good about where she is, and good about me . . . I can still salvage this situation. I never dreamed that woman’s heart was hers. If she’s in such good health now then it must have been a temporary situation.

“But, I really did come here for something strictly related to the project . . . See . . . We know you don’t just want to be locked away somewhere doing research, you want to be saving lives. We respect that—I respect that. If I had a nickel for everyone that wanted me to get a badge . . . But we are on the verge of so many breakthroughs, and we need you, truly you, to help complete them.” She pauses for a moment, and lifts up her briefcase before settling it on my desk, and opening it.

Inside is . . . I can’t even imagine how much money that is!

“I . . . If you know anything about me Sarah, you know—”

She grins and nods, closing it. “This money isn’t an offering to you. If you come with us, this money will be donated to The Midas Touch. I understand the feeling of leaving a place you care about undermanned. With this much, I think they could hire on some new hands, upgrade a few things . . . Maybe even build the Raine Wing?”

Staying at this point might actually be the more selfish choice. Sure, I’m valuable, but that could do so much for this place. If that money could help the hospital that much, and my research and hands on experience could help the Argentum Project . . .

Not only that, but I would be working along side Sarah. We might not see each other often as we’d like, but I’m sure we would be seeing more of each other than we have. Her eyes twinkle, and I can’t help but smile.

“You know that you’ve backed me up against a plush wall, lined with purple velvet, don’t you?” There’s no other way to phrase it. I would be working with Melinda to enhance those implants. I would be one of those caring individuals who was front lining a project that actually made the important things in life visibly important.

“I was the one who decided how best to approach you. Katya thought introducing you to Melinda and being shown our blue prints, our expansive plans, and your salary would work. I knew you would prefer discussing this with someone a little more down to earth.” A space station . . . down to earth . . .

We both practically burst into tears laughing, and I wrap my arms around her before she can pull away. “I’m sorry I was so upset. When we met was just a very, very special time to me, it hurt to think . . .”

Sarah simply nods, and her lips twinkle, shining ever so tenderly before they press to my forehead, and I can’t describe the feeling beyond . . . bright, electric. It’s almost as if I can feel something reaching through her lips, twining with something deep inside of me, inside of my mind, making me feel hazy, dizzy, but so, so good. I can’t hold back my mist, whatever it is I feel draws it out, but it feels like paradise.

“It wouldn’t . . . mmm . . . just be research, Val. You would also have a myriad of interesting women’s health to take care of. There are a lot of us in the project with . . . interesting insides, interesting abilities. What you just felt . . .? That’s my gift . . .” She feels so warm, so good . . .

I always wondered what else she could do besides sparkle so silvery, but nobody really knew. She just did what needed to be done, and there aren’t even camera phones ready to get shots like that very often.

She smiles very softly before pulling back, and holding up her hand. At the tip of each finger a tiny silver . . . light forms, dancing up above her hand. “They look like this when they’re not being directly applied or manipulated, and have a myriad of uses beyond just making me the world’s best kisser. They’re part of why I’m the lead of the energy project. A single spark harnessed properly can power a house. A good twenty of these might be able to power this hospital. You can see where I’m going with this.”

Sarah is so gorgeous, so brilliant. She’s offering me a dream far beyond anything I could have possibly imagined. I could really meet Melinda and discus some of her methods, I could have a relationship with Sarah, and I could help medicine take a radical leap forward if their faith in me isn’t misplaced.

“Where do I sign . . .?”

After signing all of the important papers and stashing the briefcase in a locked drawer of my desk, Sarah starts to reapply her disguise. Her purse is just full of cosmetics, and she lovingly applies each after sliding back in brown contacts. “My eyes really did used to be brown, and of course you know that my skin used to be this color too. More or less. I’ve tried my best . . .”

She does it remarkably quickly, and I find it especially interesting that the “skin” she wears over her hands is actually a very tight colored mold that is more along the kin of elbow length gloves.

Once her wig is back on and stuck on tight as it was before, we start to walk down to Heather’s room. “Melinda will send someone by soon as can be to help with Heather’s recovery. It’ll be a quick recovery, Heather has always been in great shape. And before you say anything about the co-founder of the project knowing some random construction worker, I do my best to be a part of every step of it.”

“Co-founder? It doesn’t say your name anywhere in any of the press reports . . . Is there any reason for that?” Sarah seems so much like a dream, there has to be a catch—but maybe there’s not. Just once, maybe I’ve found someone who can really understand me.

If she knew about the doctors, she knew about my mist even if she doesn’t remember me from before, and she didn’t judge me for it. We’ll need to discuss more about what her power does later. I would love to compare notes on how it feels to live like we do. She chose to pursue the life of a heroine, and I chose the life of a doctor. I’m glad for both of our choices.

“Let’s just say that some people know both of my names, and I cannot risk anything happening to the project. Katya truly did innovate the idea far beyond anything I ever said, but I did help with funding, and well, some of the direction. She’d had a half project in mind for years, but it needed a kick” Sarah smiles in the most gorgeous way as we come into Heather’s room.

Heather is awake again, though looking very drowsy. This won’t be the last time I see her. Something about that makes me feel very, very happy. “Hello Doctor Raine . . . Sarah!”

“Heather . . . Went and got yourself hurt again, huh? Glad you landed in the best doctor in all of Midas’s lap. I’ll call Melinda as soon as I’m done here and we’ll either have you moved if Doctor Raine thinks its all right, or just have the information about the extra treatments to be aware of sent in. That sound all right hun?” If anyone else said that, it would sound condescending. From Sarah, it just sounds tender, personal, and a little worried.

“Sorry, Sarah. I really don’t know what happened, but I’m all right now. Whatever Doctor Raine thinks is best is fine with me.” Heather smiles wide, and I can see a genuine friendship between the two. Moment by moment my decision feels better and better.

If everyone in the project is as sweet as the two of them then it’ll be a great place to work. Gale would never come with me, but she would be an invaluable asset. I’ll have to make due.

Think of the devil! No sooner has my mind turned to her, than she’s managed to peek in. Sometimes I swear the woman doesn’t work here as much as she works for me. “Glad to see the three of you all here together and happy. Everything is fine then, Doctor Raine?” Half of her tone is professional, but I can tell that the other half . . . Gale is the kind of woman that would try and set you up with her friends if she had any you would get along with, but short of that she’ll settle for coincidences.

The number of times Gale has suggested I go after a woman I’m obviously attracted to is well, a pretty big number. She started off by trying to steer me towards a few male friends, but when she embarrassedly got a confession out of me that stopped.

“Everything is wonderful, Gale. Everything is absolutely wonderful. Sarah’s offer is a really tempting one, Gale. A large donation to the hospital, my own team, and well, everything I could dream about.” My lips hurt from smiling so wide, but there’s really nothing I can do to kill this smile. “I’ve been asked to join the Argentum Project.”

Gale’s own lips twist up into a smugly satisfied grin. “I’m proud of you kiddo. When you first got here you were worried you were going to be killing patients with sprained ankles, and now the talk of the whole city wants you to join up. I take it you did the smart thing and excepted the offer?”

She doesn’t really need me to confirm it with an intuition like hers, but not confirming it would mean keeping my excitement inside and those seams are already bursting. “Yes, I did. I know all of you need me here, but—”

“—But nothing! We were surviving before you got here, and well, depending on how big that donation is, hell, I might be yelling at you if you turned it down. I’m sure we can find another doctor fresh into Midas who wants to try their luck. Maybe a couple, we could really use a personnel boost.” Gale smirks and pats my shoulder. “Don’t you worry about us Doctor, worry about you.”

The way she says that it seems to mean worry about Sarah and my career, but that might be a little bit of projection. Selflessness does eventually start to grate, and if just a little selfishness could do something for the hospital and the world then who am I to be selfless?

The paradox in that thought is enough to give me a migraine.

Heather even grins. “Wow, does that mean she’s the doctor we’re going to be getting? I thought we were going to be getting someone named Doctor McFadden.” The name makes me squirm for just a moment. My predecessor, well, my more experienced predecessor, was their first choice? That does make me feel a little bit nervous.

“No, McFadden was our second choice. Honestly, we just weren’t sure if we could get the lovely Doctor Raine, but now that we can . . .” Sarah smiles wide was I am and shakes her head. “If she’s interested in joining the staff, well . . . That would be up to you, Valerie.”

It would be up to me. Such a strange feeling, actually being the head of one of the teams . . . “Well, I’d have to see who we already have lined up, compare specialties, list what we still need. . . . I’ve met Doctor McFadden, and I’m flattered to be your first choice over her! Well, Sarah, I’ll be getting a hold of you soon . . . And someone should get a hold of Melinda, right?”

“Down to business while still being sweet, I like that.” Sarah grins and lightly taps my chin before turning to face Heather. “Well, I’ll talk with Melinda and you’ll know what’s happening very shortly. As for you, Valerie . . . When does your shift end?”

Blinking, I look up at the clock, back to Sarah, and just as I’m about to speak Gale cuts in. “Her shift ends at eight. For the love of god, please stop her from working overtime just this once? Combs can cover it!”

My face feeling hot as a furnace, I just nod. Sarah smiles and squeezes my hand before starting to walk away. “I’ll be back at eight thirty.”

My new life really begins at eight thirty. This might lead to the fulfillment of so many desires that I can hardly contain the excitement, yet feel too embarrassed to let it out. “I’ll see you then, Sarah . . .”

Her gorgeous eyes twinkle, almost silver through the dark brown contacts, and I can feel my heart doubling up on a beat. She’s so gorgeous, so altruistic, and she’s giving me a chance to change my life. I wasn’t in a rut, but I was feeling unchallenged, and now I have to master the rules of a whole new game.

She stares at me, and I blush before realizing she needs some help finding her way out. “I’ll show you out. . . . I’m really going to miss this place.”

“We’ll miss you too Val, you’d better not forget to write.” Gale grins, and I know we won’t lose touch.

“Don’t you worry about that!” My smile still feels so strong that I’m going to need to rub some lotion all over my cheeks once it finally lets up. “And I’m not gone yet! When I get back we need to run a few tests just to make sure the surgery went over fine, and if some emergency happens between now and eight . . .”

Gale just smiles, waving as we leave the room. “I’m glad you accepted my offer, Valerie. I would have had to stay in touch even if you’d said no.” Sarah’s smile, the sincerity in her eyes, and just everything about her screams that we’ll be seeing a lot of each other . . . and that new part of my life has already begun.