The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Amanda grinned as the sound of her doorbell’s chime filled the air. She’d been waiting, somewhat impatiently, though it would be hard to know it from looking at her. The short woman had been sitting at her couch, leafing lazily through a paperback novel. Even though she’d been flipping the pages it wasn’t because she’d fully absorbed the words on the previous. It was momentum. For at least an hour her mind had been on little more than the visitor she had planned for over a week.

A small wooden box sat on her coffee table, silently filling Amanda with even more anticipation as she rose.

If this works even half as well as she said…

She opened the door without even a glance trough the peephole. There was no one else that it could be. Haruka stood on Amanda’s welcome mat, her green eyes shining eagerly, her ice-blue hair falling over her shoulders like freshly fallen snow, and her long, slender form wrapped up in jeans and a tight t-shirt.

It took effort, but Amanda managed to avoid licking her lips.

“Sorry if I’m a little bit late!” Haruka grinned, looking down to Amanda’s brown eyes that were so dark they could almost be called black. “I was caught up getting some last minute things done. Can you believe the year is almost over already? I swear it was only just July!”

Amanda nodded, and stepped back as she motioned Haruka into her home, the deep olive complexion of her breasts glistening within the tight confines of her black dress. “Come on in, sit down. July was a long time ago. It’s nearly time to start seeing Christmas decorations already. I think that hasn’t quite hit July yet.”

“You’re forgetting Christmas-in-July, ’manda.” Haruka grinned, waggling her finger disapprovingly as she collapsed onto Amanda’s couch and stretched her arms above her. Her own curves were nearly as subtle as her friends’ were dramatic. Her graceful, slender form still held Amanda’s attention, her eyes taking the chance to trace along the arch of her back while Haruka’s eyes were closed amidst the overly dramatic stretch. “Though I suppose they still don’t put up decorations like fake snow and trees for that. Still, if you ever need a reason to buy me something in July I won’t turn it down.”

Their eyes met, Haruka’s reflecting her terribly satisfied grin. They were only able to maintain the shared glance for moments before both broke down in laughter.

She’s really the perfect person for this, if it even works at all. I wonder if it will work with that ice-blue dye, or if it’ll use her natural color? It’s been so long I can’t quite remember what that even looked like anymore… Amanda’s thoughts wandered, leaving behind a dreamy smile on her lips.

Her dark eyes were nearly black, but not dark enough by half to hint at the wrongness of the thoughts twisting behind them.

Stretching complete, Haruka rested her hands in her lap as she watched her friend savor her daydream. It was a past time that the Italian woman seemed to indulge often enough that Haruka had been expecting it to occur shortly after her arrival. Instead of being annoyed she was curious, but hardly wanted to break whatever reverie had so captivated her broad shouldered friend.

Just what her friend imagined when she stared off into the void was rarely if ever shared in any great detail. Either she has a very rich fantasy life, or she has a crush on me. Or both. I can’t say that I’d mind any combination of the above.

As though on cue Amanda shook her head with a sigh. “Sorry, Haruka. I’ve been lost in my head today, as does tend to happen. You really aren’t late, though… Even if I did miss you. We don’t find the time to be together nearly as much as we used to, do we?” Amanda sat beside Haruka, resisting the urge to place a hand upon her thigh. It would be uncouth, and she imagined terribly unwelcome. They had been friends for so long. The thought of Haruka being open to her advances seemed almost alien.

Far more alien than the notion of circumventing the need for consent.

“Life gets in the way. I work such long hours… I barely see anyone anymore, you know? I think the last time I saw anyone besides you or the people at work was Anise, and that was because she’s dating my cousin and wanted some advice.” Haruka flatly smirked, and rested her head back on her hands as she reclined on the couch.

“Life does get in the way, it seems. But you still look like its treating you well, and I guess that’s really all that matters.” Amanda smiled with hooded eyes as she tried to not look too intensely to either Haruka, or the box on her coffee table.

She’d placed the book atop it, but it was still as poorly hidden as covering the space needle with a napkin. Its lacquered surface was perhaps the most ornate thing in her living room, and certainly failed to match the rest of the more modern, metal-and-glass decore. I’m usually not one for such archaic touches, but I suppose we can all make an exception for someone as lovely as Haruka. Anyone that wouldn’t… I don’t think I understand the fundamental aspects of how they work.

It was too easy to remember the long nights studying together over a shared bounty of microwaved pizza. There was no one else she knew to be more reliable, and more independent than Haruka. It was all a part of what made her so perfect.

Amanda felt her mouth waver, and slowly licked her lips. When she returned to herself, she was glad she hadn’t been looking at Haruka, but instead at her book.

“Oh, it goes all right. I’m probably not getting a raise this year, but you know how it is. That’s how it is with everyone. I don’t think it bothers me anymore. If I let it do that I don’t think I’d ever be happy.” Haruka smiled, and leaned forward as she peered inside of Amanda’s dark eyes. “So. What’s up with you? It sounded like you were pretty excited when you invited me over, and not just because you missed me. I’m flattered and I believe you missed me, but I can tell when there’s something special going on. Did you finally find somebody special?”

“Yes… and no. I found someone rather special, but it’s less about them, and more about what they had.” Haruka blinked, and motioned for Amanda to continue. “You don’t want me to spoil all of my surprises, do you? Can I get you a drink? I think I have some diet soda in the fridge, or I could pour you a glass of water.”

Green eyes blinked again. She got something special and she’s not chopping at the bit to show it off? When in the last few months did Amanda learn patience? Whatever she got her hands on must really be special. Maybe I’ll ask to borrow it on my way out if it isn’t an heirloom.

Amanda patiently waited for her friend’s reply, her dark eyes staring back into Haruka’s sea-green depths. Her eyes moved as though she were trying to memorize what she saw. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t the opportunity so many times before. They’d been friends for at least ten years by Amanda’s quick attempt at the math.

“Diet soda sounds great. I’ve kept up with my running so my figure hasn’t changed, but it isn’t because I’ve gotten lazy about it. A month ago I didn’t exercise for a week and I ballooned up. It felt like it, anyway. That was when I bought an exercise bike.” Amanda couldn’t believe that their definitions of ballooning up could coexist within the same dictionary. Haruka’s long legs looked thin and soft even through her thick jeans.

“One soda, coming right up.” Amanda stood and walked to the kitchen, calling out to her friend as she grabbed out a bottle and began to fill a small glass. “But anything else exciting new in your life before I share what I’ve found? No one new for you? No suitors trying to knock your door down?”

The idea of someone causing trouble for Haruka and not having it swiftly dealt with was almost enough to make the smaller woman laugh. Haruka didn’t tolerate annoyances, and Amanda had yet to see anyone be a match for her when she was upset.

Haruka did laugh.

It took her the time for Amanda to return to control herself and fight the laughter back down. “Suitors? What do I look like, royalty? I’m a keyboard jockey, not a princess. Though that does have a nice ring to it. Haruka the princess.” She took a long slow sip of the glass, before setting it back down just beside a coaster. Amanda would have imagined the gesture to be deliberate if she didn’t know that Haruka simply wasn’t paying attention. “But no, I’m happily single. Besides, I think my computer would be upset if there was someone between me and my monitors. It would get lonely, and probably start peeing on the rug.”

Amanda forced herself to laugh as she watched Haruka sip her drink. “Fair. Very fair. Nice jeans, by the way.”

“Pale legs like these in a miniskirt would look more like a belt!” Haruka snorted, taking another long drink before setting her glass down on the other side of the coaster. Amanda opened her mouth to suggest that she should aim above and below to make it even, but held herself back. “But come on, you sounded excited! Well, maybe not excited. You’re more the smoldering type than the energetic type…”

A dark brow raised over dark eyes. Smoldering? Amanda wasn’t quite sure she’d ever been called smoldering before. She liked the way it sounded. Too bad she won’t be saying things like that for long if it works. I bet she has so many other pretty things to say.

Amanda set the book to the side before placing the box it hid at the center of her lap. “I guess what I found would be this. That woman I found said it was pretty special.” Her lips curled slowly into a grin as her fingers stroked along the top of the box. She watched Haruka’s eyes follow her hands, allowing her own eyes to hood. There was so much she would give to know what curious thoughts roamed through her mind. “Tell me though, are you much of a… cat… person?”

Haruka laughed and quickly nodded. “Of course! Cats are so adorable! So cute, sweet, and they actually care about being clean.”

“They don’t much like getting wet though, do they?” Amanda’s hands squeezed around the box. She could feel the anticipation welling up inside of her, and it took so much of her self-control to keep herself still. It wouldn’t do to drop her decorum so close to the perfect moment.

“No… I guess they don’t. But who likes being rained on or getting their feet wet?” Haruka wrinkled up her nose. “I mean at least we’re wearing clothes. Kitties just have to take it right to the fur, or the cute little footpads.”

Giggles resonated from Amanda as she teased at raising the lid of the box. Its hinges squeaked, almost inaudibly. “I guess that they do, don’t they? It’s so mean to dress up cats in cute clothing, isn’t it? Well, besides a collar. Maybe even with a pretty little bell. After all, it isn’t like cats are expected to chase mice anymore. They don’t need to be able to sneak up on anything. They just need to eat, be loved, and adorably lazy…”

An ice-blue eyebrow raised amidst another sip of diet cola. “It feels like you’re making a joke I’m not allowed to get until later. Mind letting me in?”

“Sure. I think it should be ready now.” Amanda slowly lifted the box open, her lips spreading into a wide, pleased smile. “Isn’t it just the cutest thing ever?”

“Is that what I think it is?” Haruka stared into the box. Her eyes narrowed in scrutiny as she leaned closer. “I mean… it is sort of cute…? It isn’t the sort of thing you would usually make much of a big deal over, though. I mean, sure, I’m a cat person, but…”

Inside of the box sat a pink leather collar with a cute golden bell dangling from its central ring. Tiny jewels adorned the leather, catching the light and shimmering brightly without being gaudy. It would look out of place not in the ownership of a girl over the age of seven, but it was undeniably adorable and high class for what it was.

Amanda grinned, and reached a hand into the box. One of her long, red nails slowly trailed along the curve of the bell. “But you don’t get why this would make me eager to have you over, especially when I don’t have a cat to wear it for me?”

“…Something like that.”

“Don’t worry. That’s why I have this. I’ve always wanted a kitten, you know. They’re so cute… But I don’t really have the time to give them the kind of attention they really deserve. Plus, cleaning a cat box every day? If I wanted something like that I could have a garden, or at least a planter box or two.” Amanda pulled back her nail, letting out a slow sigh. “Then I found this, and got a much better idea. A cute little kitten sounded nice, but a nice, tall, slender kitten sounds so much more… functional… Wouldn’t you say?”

Haruka opened her mouth to reply the moment that Amanda’s nail moved forward and slammed full force into the small golden bell.

The words fell dead on her tongue as her mouth closed and her eyes fluttered. The nail drew back, connecting again. Harder. The cute chime echoed inside of Haruka’s head, teasing its way inside of her. She whimpered, shaking her head in confusion as Amanda flicked the bell again, and again, and again.

Each time the bell rang, Haruka quivered. Her eyes fluttered and stared, losing their focusing for the singular moment where the ringing began.

It’s almost like I can hear it not with my ears, but in… inside of my… inside of my… head… like it’s… ringing in my mind… or…

Another flick of the bell filled Haruka’s head with that sweet resonant chime and for a moment her confusion fell away. There was simplicity instead, a feeling that all she needed to do was just let the bell ring and everything would become clear. The chime rang out again, and Haruka let out a quiet whine.

I feel so… close to understanding… something… Nnn… something just above my ass feels all itchy… my scalp… mrrr…

Haruka’s hips slowly wiggled into Amanda’s couch in rhythm with the ringing bell. Her nipples stood out loudly against her t-shirt. Her breasts were hardly handfuls, but her nipples stood out no less proud or thick. Amanda’s tongue traced along her lips before she flicked the bell again.

“But I didn’t exactly get this for me. Not… just for me, anyway. I got this for you. For us. That’s why I asked if you were a cat person.” Amanda flicked the bell again, and Haruka quietly whined as her thighs clenched. “Because the truth is, you aren’t… Not exactly.

“Not yet, anyway.”

Amanda lifted the pink leather from the box, and held it before Haruka’s eyes. The pair of greens watched as the gold swayed back and forth, dangling and quietly chiming all on its own. It was a softer, smoother sound, and only made her feel warm instead of burning hot. Her skin was itching worse and worse.

Nnnn what’s… what’s… happening… to me… I… not a… not a cat… person… yet…?

Haruka let out a soft whine, looking pleadingly past the bell to Amanda’s eyes. She needed to know what was happening, but her mouth didn’t want to twist in the complicated ways it would take to form the words. All she could manage were whines and whimpers as the collar moved closer and closer. The buckle shimmered gold in the light, looking at once both serene and threatening.

She shook her head, trying to pull away.

Amanda flicked the bell, and Haruka went limp with a weak whine. She felt like something had grapsed the back of her neck and tugged. Hard.

Why does being… pulled there make me feel so… limp and… weak and… young and… hot…? I… my body is burning up… I… I… nnn it hurts… but it feels… so… goooood…

Haruka whined as the collar moved around her neck, and then louder when the buckle held it tight against her skin. It wasn’t so tight as to hurt, but she could feel it so flush with her throat. The faintest movements of her body made the bell ring, and with the collar against her neck she could feel each chime at the tips of her nipples, and between her legs.

“That collar suits you, Haruka. Hmm. Haruka doesn’t really sound like the name for a cute little kitty like you…” Amanda flicked the bell again, and Haruka pitifully mewled as she arched closer to her friend. Her whole body shook, her hands clawing tremblingly at her own thighs. “Maybe… Ruka. Yes. You’re my cute little Ruka. But what was that last thing I needed to do to make the final steps kick in? The steps that can’t ever be reversed…?”

Amanda’s tone was so casual, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Her hand pressed to the inner curve of her Ruka’s thigh, sliding higher as she flicked the bell. Haruka whined as her thighs spread apart, her eyes shining fuzzily as she tried to shake her head.

Can’t… can’t be reversed…? That… that sounds… really… really… Noooo… Nyoooo… Don’t do that to me, you can’t do that to me… P-please, ’manda… Please…

Amanda’s hand cupped between Haruka’s legs with a firm, unhesitating grasp. She was so warm even through her jeans. All of her body felt like it was burning up, but no place nearly as much as there. The more insistently that Amanda rubbed, the more that Haruka felt her heart beating harder and faster in her chest. Her nipples throbbed as her clit sizzled.

Her scalp, and her spine, tingled in such warm, strange ways.

“Ah right… How could I forget? I didn’t say the magic words! You can’t change someone so dramatically without a few magic words now, can you?” Amanda tisked and slowly shook her head as she stroked along the place where her Ruka’s thigh met her torso with long slow strokes. The other hand flicked the bell again, and Haruka groaned as her eyes rolled back in her head. “Though it might hurt if I did that with your pants still on. If only you’d worn that miniskirt after all. I think you’d look good just wearing a tiny little belt…”

“Nnn..nnn…nyyaa…?” Haruka whined as she struggled to make more sounds than simply whimpers. Her mouth didn’t seem to like most of the sounds that she wanted to make.

“Oh trust me, sweetie. It would hurt if you grew a tail with these jeans squishing it. As cute as the idea is of a kitty girl with her tail between her legs is… it just isn’t very realistic. Tails don’t bend that way. Plus it would get your fur all sticky…” Amanda popped open the button of Haruka’s jeans, and slowly lowered her zipper amidst another chime of the golden bell that swung from her collar. “You’ll be glad that I’m so careful with you once you’re the cute little cat person you deserve to be.”

Haruka’s eyes widened. She shook her head, but the chiming of the bell made her let out another fuzzy “nya” as her eyes turned glassy and distant. Having her tight jeans pulled off felt so good. She was so hot. She was so warm. She wanted to be touched, to be petted, and the jeans didn’t feel as good as the touch of Amanda’s hand stroking along the cotton of her panties.

So…so… wet… hot… warm… MMmmmmm… Why am I so wet… Sh-she’s… gonna… make me into her… her… kitty…

Amanda’s fingers teased their way inside of the wet cotton, stroking along the smooth skin between her Ruka’s legs. Her eyes hooded as she rubbed her nose slowly along the other woman’s ear. “Mmm… Be my good little kitty-cat.”

Be… her… good… little… Haruka’s eyes crossed. Amanda’s words were echoing inside of her head the same way the bell’s chimes were. She felt her ears twitching, only higher. Her eyes were so fuzzy. She could feel something warm… aching… just above the curves of her rear.

“Don’t worry, my pretty little kitty cat… Even magic needs time to work.” Fingers rubbed behind her Ruka’s ear as it began to shift, and move higher up her head. The shape also began to change, gaining a cute point as the icey hair from her head moved over her ear with a cute tuft of it peeking out from the top.

A loud surprised cry emerged from Haruka’s mouth as that same color of fur began to grow from that itchy spot on the small of her back. Amanda’s fingers stroked tenderly along her warm, wet sex as though to encourage the magic flowing through her.

M-my… my ears… I… kitty… t-tail…?!

No sooner than the thought finally managed to solidify did a long, elegant, white-blue fur covered tail emerge from her back, swishing side to side as the bizarre feeling of a movement she’d never experienced puzzled her already drunken mind. “N…n…nyaaaan!”

“Don’t worry, sweetie… Now that my cute, sweet little Ruka’s body is a nice cute kitty-body… that means that the magic will start fixing up your cute little heady-head! Won’t that just be great?” Amanda purred as she stared into her Ruka’s eyes, now as yellow as they were green, with elongated pupils that grew wider as her hips moved quicker and quicker into Amanda’s eager touch.

“Nnn...nnn…nyaaaaan!”

“Mmm that’s just what I hoped!” Amanda mewled into her Ruka’s ear, nibbling on the now cat-shaped ear that sat at an angle atop her head, twitching and quivering with each touch. Her tail squished faster and faster, thudding hard against the couch as Amanda’s fingers dived deeper and deeper between her legs.

The more her hips moved, the more the bell rang, but there were no more moments of glassy confusion. Instead, there was only a growing clarity, a deeper understanding as she whimpered and mewled.

I… need… to think… too… mrrrrr… nyaaaan… Her… kitty… her… Ruka… her… pussy feels so gooood… love when she pets my pussy… mrrr… nyaaaaan!

Haruka grasped desperately at the fleeting shreds of her identity. Her job, what she’d had for breakfast, the hopes she had for the future, all felt further and further away. Amanda’s hand that so insistently thrust between her legs, plucking and flicking her clit while exploring the smooth and squishy-wet depths of her cunt felt so much better. It was a reward for being a good kitty.

Good… kitty… wanna be… a good… kitt… kitt… good kitty! Nyaaaaaaan!

Haruka yowled, mewling loudly as her body shook. She screamed as she felt herself flow so slickly around Amanda’s hand. Things started to feel so much easier as she watched Amanda’s grin. Her cute pink tongue stroked over her own fingers, drawing away Haruka’s taste from her long slender digits.

No… not… not Haruka. Haruka isn’t a name for a cute little kitty. I’m… her… Ruka… Mrrrr… Ruka…

A look of warmth slowly spread across Ruka’s face as she slowly felt the strength return to her body. She still felt the afterglow tingle over her body, making her ears sit in a lazy way atop her head, but she didn’t feel almost paralyzed by the chimes. Now, when she heard the bell ring it just made her smile. It was a pretty sound.

Hearing that bell is a reminder that I’m my ’manda mommy’s kitty! Mrrr!

Ruka wiggled her hips as she looked into Amanda’s deep, dark eyes. Her own pupils widened moment by moment, making her own nearly swallowed up in black in a matter of quick moments.

“Mmm you taste even better than I thought, Ruka… Uhm…” Amanda blinked as she watched Ruka shift slowly onto her knees. Her ass continued to wiggle as her feline eyes stared with an intense focus into Amanda’s. “Sweetie… what are you d-NNnn!”

“Nyaaaan!” Ruka grinned with pride. It took Amanda several moments to realize that she’d been pounced onto her back, and that Ruka was looking down at her with a cattish grin as her tail continued to swish side to side to side with the cute movements of her ass. “Nyaaaaa? Nyan! Nyaaaaaan! Nyaaaaan!” Ruka nuzzled more at her owner’s chest, her nose brushing over the hardened points of her nipples still hidden away in her dress.

Amanda’s face wore an expression of complete confusion before she burst into laughter and wiggled into a more comfortable position under her pet. Even if Ruka lacked the more voluptuous curves that she possessed, it would be very difficult to argue that her height didn’t come with a weight that still easily kept Amanda pinned to her couch.

Mmm… height is for people. But then again, I imagine it would hurt her to be on her hands and knees all the time, and I don’t want to be mean. She’s a good kitty. She’s my good kitty.

Amanda laughed again, and Ruka giggle with her between adorable feline mewls. Her tongue, texture changed by the magic into the high-friction texture of a cat’s tongue, slowly moved across Amanda’s cheek just once before she applied several licks to the woman’s dark hair. “Nyan?” Her head tipped adorably to the side as her pupils slowly turned back into thin slits down the center of her new yellow-green eyes.

“Mmm you’re too cute for your own good, my cute little Ruka kitty…” Amanda’s eyes hood as she reached up to tease her nails along Ruka’s scalp just behind her ears. “You’re so cute. So adorable. I’m going to take such good care of you, I promise! Mmm you’ll have plenty of yummy things to eat, so many warm soft places to curl up…”

“Nyan!” Ruka nodded excitedly, pressing her lips to Amanda’s in a hard firm kiss that felt to both women like it lasted an eternity. “Nyaa… Rrrrruka loves her Amandyan!”

Amanda’s cheeks flushed darkly as she stared with awe into her kitten’s eyes. “Y-you… You spoke! I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to, but I couldn’t pass this up. You make such an adorable little kitten… mmm… do you like your new collar…? I love my Ruka-kitty, too…”

“Mrrrr…” Ruka wiggled her hips more before she curled to nestle more wholly into her owner’s chest. Her hands even rose to grasp them, kneading in slow, paw like motions. “Mmmrrr… Nyaaaa! Nyuuuu collar makes miaoooo happyyyyy!” Ruka’s eyes hooded as she wiggled her hips again, enough to make her bell chime out as she kneaded harder at Amanda’s breasts. “Nyaaaa… Love it! Love my Amandyaaaaan! Thank youuu!”

The dark haired woman groaned, arching into her kitten’s touches eagerly as she melted more into the couch. “Mmm… welcome, sweetheart. Mmm… So very, very welcome.”

In time Ruka’s kneading slowed, and the two fell into a blissful slumber together.

Amanda grinned as she slid out of her car. I hope my cute little Ruka isn’t too lonely. I made sure she had lots of food and plenty to play with, but I do hate having to leave her alone. Still… It’s much better she have me coming home to her than to be alone all night like she used to be. She wrinkled her nose, shaking her head as she began to unlock her door.

“Nyaaaaaaa! Amandyaaaaan!” Ruka’s voice loudly filled the air the moment that Amanda slid her key into the deadbolt. Amanda laughed, grinning to herself as she slipped inside, quick to close her door behind her.

Ruka was an indoor cat. It wouldn’t do her any good to worry about the outside world. Besides, what if she couldn’t find her way home? Amanda was sure they would both never recover from how sad that would be.

Amanda leaned back against the door, grinning as Ruka came into view. She was quickly running down the stairs, taking two at time with her long, slender legs. Her icey-blue hair bounced in a pair of pigtails over her shoulders, her pale body, free of tanlines, was a sight that Amanda never grew tired of drinking in.

Moments for Amanda, and yet a lifetime later for Ruka, the adorable feline woman was wrapping her arms tight around her owner and nuzzling her cheeks, her breasts, rubbing her body so close as her hips swayed back and forth. Her tail flicked side to side, flowing luxuriously as Amanda watched in fascination. “Nyaaa! I missed you, Amandyaaaaaan! Mrrr…mrrr… I was a good kitty, all day long! I played with those fun vibratey toys nyuuu got meeee, and and and… mrrrr….”

The moment that Amanda began to scratch behind Ruka’s ears they began to lower, and her tail swayed lazier and slower behind her. “That’s a good girl… You’re always such a good girl for your mommy, aren’t you, Ruka…? Mmm… how would you like to greet your mommy with your tongue?”

Ruka’s fuzzy eyes opened wider in excitement as she quickly dropped to her knees and began nuzzling her way up under Amanda’s skirt. Her sandpaper tongue traced a slow path up the inside of Amanda’s shaking thighs as fingers curled tightly around her pigtails.

“Nyaaaa… Mmm mommy tastes sooo good… mrrr…”

Amanda moaned, letting herself rest back against the door as her hips began to move on their own. That collar was definitely the best thing that she’d ever bought.

She was sure that her Ruka would agree.