The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“You remember that?” I asked her. “Exactly what do you remember, I mean!”

“Well, I remember you looking at me, down there. And getting me and Tina Maxwell to take our clothes off at the same time. Tina said it was hypnotism, but I said it was just us kids playing doctor. We were just kids- it was harmless. But why are you making me do it again? I’m scared! I can’t stop from doing what you say.” Tears appeared in her eyes, but she didn’t stop undressing. Her panties, the last to go, hit the floor and I could see her tiny pussy, just lightly covered with downy blonde fur.

I stared deeply into her eyes and mumbled (((“Kelly, you will do everything I ask you to today, and doing it will make you extremely happy."))) As my Persuasion began to work, a smile slowly spread across her face, and her embarrassed flush left her body. (((“You will enjoy everything we do, and you will find it to be really fun, and you’ll look forward to what comes next."))) Sweat was beginning to form on my brow as I turned the full force of Persuasion on her. I spoke to her in a normal tone of voice, “I didn’t mean to make you cry, Kelly! I just wanted to have fun again like we did when we were kids.”

“Of course, Carl! I wasn’t complaining, I just wanted to know why! We had a great time when we were kids, and I can’t wait to see what you have planned today! What do you want to do?” She was bouncing up and down with excitement, taut young breasts barely jiggling on her lithe cheerleader’s body.

My cock leapt. Not only was I able to use Persuasion to make her do what I wanted, but I could make her want to do it- desperately! I started undressing while mumbling (((“Go find an old towel or something. We’re probably going to make quite a mess in here."))) As she ran off to the bathroom, I followed the bounding of her tight little ass.

By the time Kelly returned from the bathroom with a scroungy old towel, I was naked. She looked down at me and said “wow, Carl, I never saw one of those before. This is really, fun, you know?”

“Yes, Kelly. Lots of fun.” I took the towel from her, spread it on the floor, and sat down on it. (((“Come here,"))) I mumbled (((“touch it."))) She bent down, and placed her hand on my throbbing erection.

Blam! Splooge! Squirt! My cock shot hot cum everywhere. I swear some got caught in the ceiling fan, seven feet up! Oh well, I was just barely a teenager, and control was a mystery. Believe it or not, I thought that was how it was supposed to work- one touch and off it goes! My ejaculation lasted nearly a minute, during which both Kelly and I got coated in cum. I had her dig up another raggedy towel and clean me off. I almost asked her to towel herself off too, but then the sight of her with cum on her hand, arms, face, even in her hair, turned me on and I thought better of it.

“That was great Kelly, really great”

“Fun too, wasn’t it Carl” That was real fun. I can’t wait to do it again!”

“OK, go ahead.” I turned on the Power of Persuasion again (((“Kelly, I don’t want your hand to leave my cock for the next hour. Keep touching me."))) My erection hadn’t subsided, and her soft small hand felt great surrounding my boner. “Oh yes,” I gasped involuntarily, “Move it up and down just like that. It’s going to happen again!” And it did, another copious load of semen spurting high into the air. “Careful! You’re going to get it all over everything!” I yelled.

Kelly looked around wildly as my cock spewed creme. The other towel was out of reach, so she cupped her free hand and caught the flying semen as best she could in it. I caught her eye again (((“That’s great Kelly, Real good. Keep that stuff in your hand and try to catch as much of it as you can when it happens again."))) She continued stroking my penis with her right hand while her left held about a tablespoon of cum. My next orgasm came about five minutes later, and filled her free hand completely. By now, I was running my hands all over her body, even sticking a finger into her pussy (which was what triggered off the third ejaculation). I mumbled: (((“OK, you can stop pumping for a minute, but don’t take your hand away!")))

Kelly smiled, ecstatic to be doing my will. I looked at her. Cum was splashed on her face, in her hair, and a huge glob was dripping off the nipple of her beautiful left breast. My erection was subsiding somewhat, and I needed a break. A light went off in my head, and remembered something I had heard of just once. Once, at school I had overhear an older boy say to another “Carol sucks cock like a pro,” and the other replied “Yeah, but does she swallow?” to which the other bragged, “Are you kidding, she loves the taste! She lives for it!” Obviously, at age 15, the boast was probably completely false and a terrible smirch upon the honor of the unknown Carol. But recalling it gave me a thrilling idea.

I looked at Kelly. (((“Kelly, you love the taste of cum. You live to swallow my semen. Lick it up out of your hand, and then switch hands so that you can suck the other one clean."))) She paused, and then dreamily licked the semen out of her hand.

“Hmm, Carl, I never knew it would taste so good. Oh, I can’t believe it. It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever tasted.” She switched hands and started cleaning the other one off. “I really love the taste of your cum, Carl, and this is really fun, you know? I can’t wait to see what we’re going to do next.”

“Good girl.” I smiled at her, and she beamed in return. (((“Kelly, since you love the taste of cum so much, you really want to suck my cock. Bend down and take it in your mouth and suck on it.")))

She bent at the waist, and the next thing I saw was the back of her head as her hot mouth engulfed me. Predictably, I came immediately, this time even more copiously than before. The feeling of her mouth surrounding my cock was heavenly. She didn’t even move her head, just sucked. I’ve learned since then what a real blowjob is, but at the time all I knew was that it was called “cock sucking,” so that’s what I had her do. It didn’t matter anyway- I had such a hair trigger that in the next five minutes I came three times. Kelly swallowed each load down, and if she missed any, she cleaned it right up.

I don’t think I’ll ever cum as much as I did the first day that I discovered jacking off, but that day with Kelly was a close second. Except for a few breaks when my cock just couldn’t take it, she sucked me off pretty much all day. Towards the end of the school day, each blowjob took around ten minutes simply due to the effort of producing enough semen for an ejaculation. It was then that I learned that making it last was definitely a worthy objective. When Kelly wasn’t sucking my cock, I was exploring her various other openings eagerly. For some reason, I didn’t want to take her virginity- it just didn’t seem right. But I had no problem fingering her pussy and asshole. Had I known at the time that buttfucking didn’t count towards loosing ones virginity, I think I would have learned the pleasures of anal sex that day, but my ignorance caused me to postpone that experience for almost a week.

At about 3:00 that afternoon, Kelly looked at me and said, “Carl, this is lots of fun and all, and I’m really excited about whatever else you have planned, but I’m starting to not feel so good.” She was looking a little pale too, I guess from eating nothing but about a quart of semen over the course of a day. The school day was over, and her mom would probably be home soon, so I told her to suck me off just one more time and then we’ll call it a day. She giggled, and then went down with a gusto, sucking as hard as she could. It only took a few minutes for me to fill her mouth with sticky goo, which she swallowed eagerly. Showering together was really fun, especially when she soaped my cock and balls (causing me to shoot yet another load on her thigh this time). We dried off and when her mom got home, I Persuaded her and Kelly to believe that Kelly had been home sick that day and that I had never been there. Even at that age, I was learning to make sure I tied up all the loose ends.

The next day in school Kelly’s face was bruised and swollen from a day of sucking my cock. I felt bad, so I left her alone even after she stopped me at my hall locker to say “Hi, Carl! Do you want to do something later on? I just get this feeling that whatever we do will turn out to be fun, and I can’t wait to find out what it will be!” I promised that we would get together soon, but told her to wait until she felt better. Kelly smiled and we parted as the first homeroom bell had rung. Dragging in late was a habit of mine, but Kelly was a good student, and I didn’t want to mess with her grades.

All through school that day, all I could think about was having my cock sucked by Kelly. I knew I would have to wait until she recovered, though, so in boy-girl gym class, I looked around for another pretty girl that I could Persuade to release the pressure in my balls. Tara Dawson, a cute little redhead, was on the gymnastics equipment in a tight leotard, and I noticed that a lot of guys were looking at her. I walked up to one of my friends and asked him “Why is everybody staring at Tara?”

“Didn’t you hear?” He said. “Tara Dawson and John Reynolds did it under the bleachers last night.”

“No way!” I exclaimed, disbelieving.

“Yes way. Way all the way, according to John,” my friend replied. I wasn’t sure whether or not to believe him. John Reynolds was a ninth grader, and almost as big as a senior in high-school. All the local high-schools were recruiting him for football, and he was super popular. Rumor had it he was left back two years in a row, so it was no wonder he was a big guy.

I looked back at Tara. Her breasts were somewhat larger than Kelly’s, but just as high and firm. Her ass was smaller, though, and extremely tight, almost boyish, and attached to long coltish legs. Her gymnast’s body was all muscle, and very little fat, and her fiery red hair fell in a single braid from her body. Just looking at her make my constant hard-on leap. At that age, all boys walk around with eternal erections. Just seeing the “Sex: Male[] Female[]” question at the top of standardized tests was enough to make any one of us pop a boner.

I left my friend and walked over to where Tara had completed her practice and mumbled (((Tara, come and talk to me...))) Her eyes locked onto mine, and she dropped her towel and started walking in my direction. When I met her in the middle of the gym, she said “Hi, I’m Tara Dawson. I’ve seen you around, but we’ve never met!”

“Carl Mason, we had English together last year, remember?” Geez, this girl didn’t even know I existed! Well, I was certainly going to remedy that.

“Oh yeah,” came the vague reply. “Weren’t you out sick a lot or something?” Aha! That explained it. Because I used the Power of Persuasion to get away with outrageous truancy, Tara probably never had the chance to find out what a stud I truly was. I was relieved.

(((“Tara,” I mumbled “You will ask me over to your house after school to help you study math."))) Looking at the stare she gave me, I realized something else. This girl wasn’t reacting like other people did when I Persuaded them. It was like she was just going along with it, instead of giving me that dead-fish stare the most people did when I used Persuasion.

“Listen, Carl,” she said, “I’m thinking about studying for the Seventh Grade Math tests tonight. Do you want to come over and study with me?” She smiled, as if it was her own idea to ask me.

“OK! That would be great.” I answered. (((“But don’t let John Reynolds come over..."))) I cautioned her with Persuasion. We made arrangements to meet outside by the bus loading area, and I spent the rest of the gym class fantasizing about what I would make her do to my cock that evening. Showering was a little tricky, as I had to pick a shower close to the corner to hide my raging hard-on, and the last two hours of the day seemed to last forever. Eventually, though, the final bell rang and I was off to meet Tara. She was waiting for me at the bus loading area, and all the kids were milling around her but not talking to her or saying anything. Mostly, kids were just staring at her. As the first girl in Junior High to “loose it,” she was something of a celebrity. She stood it pretty well, keeping her eyes downcast for the most part, but sometimes flashing a hard stare at an inconsiderate spectator. As usual, the busses were late, so I walked up to her and started talking about dumb little things like the Math Finals and such. I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra- nothing unusual as it was the seventies and Charlie’s Angels were the primary fashion influence. Besides, in junior high, most girls didn’t have much to look at anyway. Tara had nice tits, though, and the flimsy peasant blouse she wore showed them off quite pleasantly.

The busses eventually showed up, and we boarded. Once aboard, we shared a seat. (((“Lean forward Tara,"))) I mumbled. She leaned forward, making the loose material of her blouse fall forward and allowing me to clearly see her pert little breasts. I stared at them until I realized that other kids could see them too and then I let her sit back. Hers was the third stop, so we got off quickly and walked the three blocks to her house.

Her mom and dad both worked pretty late, so I was in luck. She let us in and we went upstairs to her bedroom. “Carl,” she said, “you don’t want to study, do you? You heard those rumors and you think I’m a slut just like those other kids, don’t you?”

“What rumors?” I asked, lying.

“Don’t lie to me, Carl!” She stamped her foot on the floor (I guess the redhair=fiery temper thing was right). “John Reynolds is going all over the place telling people we -did it’ last Friday, and now everyone thinks I’m easy. You probably just thought you could get some too!”

Yikes! This girl has a temper, I thought to myself. (((“Calm down, Tara?))) I mumbled. The flush left her face immediately and then she took a deep breath and waited for further instructions. (((“Tara, tell me. Are the rumors true?")))