The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Peter was walking up behind me, face buried in a book. As he approached, he put the book in his backpack and stared at me for a moment.

“So Sarah,” he asked, “how are you today?”

He had a huge crush on me, and anybody could tell. Every single day on my way to school he tried to strike a conversation with me.

“I’m doing well,” I said, trying to walk faster so I could get away. We were almost neighbors, and he waited to leave for school until he saw me leaving.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he said speeding up to match my pace. “I have something to show you.”

I sighed. I know I’m pretty, but that doesn’t mean I want to have a chat with every bloke who wants to get in my pants. The only reason I wasn’t just asking him to leave me alone was because he helped my carry my books between 4th and 5th hour every day, and I didn’t want that to stop. Doesn’t he know I’ll never ever date him? “What is it?”

He looked like he was trying to remember something for a moment. He seemed to make a decision, and said “Well, I’m pretty sure it’s something YOU’d LIKE. It was actually a friend who showed it to ME.”

“Hmm,” I said, interested. He was a total nerd, but I didn’t hate him. And he wasn’t ugly either, he had nice green eyes and black hair.

He pushed his glasses up his nose. “YOU can tell that whoever made it really ENJOYed making things like that. They must have really been SPENDING a lot of TIME on it. It looks a little like a giant Where’s Waldo, but I really like what they did WITH the colors. I’m glad my friend showed it to ME.”

We were coming up to school now, which was a shame because I really wanted to keep this conversation going. He wasn’t talking the way he normally was, the way he was stringing his sentences together was weird. But I supposed it was just one of his many quirks, which, in a way, made him more attractive. “Can you show it to me?”

“I could show you on my phone, but it wouldn’t do it justice. If you want, after school you could walk over to my house and I’ll show you.”

“Sure thing, that sounds like fun,” I said.

The first three hours of school seemed to zip by. I didn’t get to see Peter at lunch because he ate in the engineering room with the other brainiacs, but once 4th hour Bio came along I made sure to sit next to him. Mr. Dunkle was explaining how simple carbohydrates chain together to form really long complex carbohydrates. When he passed out the assignment, I feigned ignorance of how to bonds worked so I could get Peter talking.

“You see, the oxygen forms a covalent bond with the other sugar’s oxygen, HOLDing them together. Repeat the process, having the oxygen grab on to each other like little HANDS, and you get a long chain.”

“Ooohhhh, I get it now. Thanks!”

When class got out, we somehow had started holding hands underneath the table. I smiled at Peter, untangled my hand from his, and began to pick up my books.

“Oh no, those are heavy, YOU’RE in danger of FALLING. Let me carry them, it won’t be a problem FOR ME.”

I giggled and thanked him as he took my books out of my hands and we began to walk to our 5th hour. He got harassed by a kid named Lucas on our way there, he was saying something about a book, but Peter just shrugged him off. I figured we would have plenty of time to chat next hour because it was only history class, but unfortunately there was a bell-to-bell test. As soon as class got out, though, I ask him “so how do you think you did?”

“Aced it,” he said with a smile.

“Nice! I couldn’t remember the name of the guy who was assassinated before WWI.”

“That would be Franz Ferdinad. I still can’t believe what the soldiers had to go through in that war. YOU know that if it rained their trenches would flood and everything would GET WET? That would be impossible FOR ME.”

Being around him was making me turned on, for some reason. After that we had to part ways, but he said he’d meet me by the football field after school and we could walk home together. I was itching to go see him again, and I practically ran from my locker to meet him once 7th hour ended. Once he arrived, I wrapped my arms around him and said “Can’t wait to see that picture!”

He moved closer into the embrace, and dropped a hand on my ass, playing with the bottom of my short skirt. I could feel his boner through his jeans. I noticed somewhere in my mind that the row of pine trees between the soccer field and the bus stop would make us hard to see unless you were looking for us. And all of that exited me.

He reached up to put a hand on my boob, but seemed to change his mind. He turned around and said “Let’s go. Then we can have some fun, and while we’re there I’ll show you the picture.” The though of him “having some fun” with me turned me on, a lot, and we started walking hand in hand back to his house. Before we had taken 10 steps, we were stopped by three of the kids from his engineering class came up to us. The one in the front reached out his hand, and said in a strong Irish accent “Give me the book, Peter.”

Peter narrowed his eyes. “No Lucas, it belongs to me.”

I tried to hide behind Peter as Lucas said “I’m pretty sure you stole it from me, actually. Let’s not make this violent. Just give me the book.”

“I have the entire thing committed to memory, and when I get home I’m burning it. You won’t use it right. You won’t use it morally.”

“Oh, and you have been? I assume that one of the prettiest girls in school just happened to choose today to press up against you? I’ll even let you keep the book, I just want to scan it to have a copy on my computer.”

What are they talking about? “I’m not going to give it to you, Lucas. You and I both know that.”

Lucas sighed. “Come on, man. We used to be your friends.” He took a small step forward, and reached up his hand and it looked like he was going to put it on Peter’s shoulder. At the last second, however, he grabbed Peter’s shirt, pulled him forward, and punched Peter in the side of the face with his other hand.

“No!” I yelled, but one of Lucas’s friends pushed my to the ground and pinned me down in one fluid motion. Lucas grabbed Peter by the neck, spun him around, then reached into his bag and pulled out a book, triumphant. However, Peter twisted around, breaking Lucas’s hold on his shirt, and slapped the book out of his hand. It landed somewhere near me. It was titled “Scott B’s Ultimate PUA Guide: How to get people to be however you want them to be”.

I thought about screaming, but the bloke pinning me down probably wouldn’t appreciate that.

One of Lucas’s friends tackled Peter and held him down. “Looks like I got it anyway. And to think that we could have shared it if you hadn’t been so stubborn.” He strolled over and picked up the book. “You must be so confused, Sarah. Allow me to explain. This book has three sections. The first tells you how to make people like you. The second tells you how to make people attracted to you. The third tells you how to enslave people without them even realizing they’re acting unusually. And it works for anyone, on anyone.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Is it? Then tell me, how did you feel about Peter yesterday?”

“I... well... I thought he was a little annoying, but I didn’t hate him or anything. And today, well, I guess I can see the good side. There’s no evil mind control going on.”

Lucas’s friend was being surprisingly effective at holding me down without hurting. I had enough room to lift my head and wiggle a little, but I couldn’t move my arms and because of how I was pinned down whatever I tried to do with my legs would be completely ineffective.

“It’s amazing how well it works” he said to himself, almost in a whisper. He brushed some of his red hair out of his eyes and turned to his lackeys. “Well, it would be trouble if anyone found out about this, wouldn’t it? We don’t have time to enslave both of them now, just one. Just one witness shouldn’t be a problem, nobody will believe them. It’s too bad we won’t be able to do a really good job of it, where she wouldn’t even notice anything had changed.”

The one holding Peter down said “If we do him we can make ’im do our homework.” Peter’s eyes widened at that.

“Nah,” said Lucas, “we’ll do her and this weekend we can make her dance for us.”

“In your dreams, sicko.”

“Sarah! Ignore everything he says! He won’t be te—” Peter yelled, before the kid who was pinning him down clapped a hand over his mouth.

Lucas looked over with annoyance, but he shrugged like it wouldn’t matter. “Do YOU know what one of the most common fetishes for women is?” I just glared at him. “It’s domination. Over 90% of women WANT TO BE DOMINATED, at least in the bedroom.” I tried my best to look surprised, but the truth was I had thought about being tied up or spanked. “In fact, YOU might find that you ARE becoming AROUSED, if only a little.”

He bent over so he was no longer towering over me. “I think YOU know that I’m not that bad. I was just taking back what Peter stole. I volunteer at the day care, even the babies LIKE ME.”

I was angry of course, and he was a jerk, but no man is an island. Maybe I should give him a second chance.

“Besides, I can tell how much THIS IS TURNING YOU ON,” he said, and he reached down inside my skirt, and laid a finger on my panties for a moment. He pulled his hand out quickly, and said “My god, she’s fucking soaked.” Peter was thrashing around and making as much noise as he could with a hand over his mouth, but I couldn’t seem to pull my gaze away from Lucas’s blue eyes.

“Sarah, listen. I know this seems bad, but I can tell YOU’RE ENJOYING THIS. Tell me, are you liking being dominated?”

“Yes,” I said, quiet as a whisper.

“Then maybe you should try it full time, with me being your master. If YOU decide you LIKE TO OBEY ME, then you can keep doing it. If you don’t then you can quit anytime.”

“I... Guess that makes sense.” It felt like one part of my brain made a decision, but the rest was taking a while to catch up.

“Excellent. Remember, being dominated turns you on, so whenever you obey me you’ll get wet.”

“Well obviously.”

He looked up to the guy that was pinning me down and said “Let her up, Brad.” He gracefully released my arms and back, and I put an arm around Lucas’s neck. “What now, Master?”

“Text your parents that you’re staying after school for a project. We’re going to my place.” He smiled and looked at the friend holding Peter. “Don’t let him up until we’re well on our way. And cover his eyes too.”

We drove off to his house, and had a lot of fun there.