The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

When I saw her for the first time all I wanted was to get home.

While spring might be a wet season it was that time of year when how much warmer it was than winter made it feel like summer showed up early. Usually I took a shorter walk home, but I’d been wanting to lose a little weight for a while. So, instead of taking the shortest path I decided to cut through a park.

The sun was out, but I had my mini umbrella tucked away just in case. I was wearing a short skirt—still perfectly reasonable and professional—and a light jacket over my blouse. I was wearing flats, or I would have taken the normal way home.

Then I saw her sitting on a bench.

She was young, and the school girl getup made her look even younger. The pleated skirt rested above her crossed knees with only the slightest bit of space before her high black socks and cute flats. The jacket she wore over her white blouse made her look almost professional. The red tie matched the thin frames of her glasses. She was pale, with long, gorgeous black hair.

I only glanced at her in passing, but she stood out. None of the schools nearby wore uniforms like that. It wasn’t an over the top fantasy outfit either. The skirt was sensible.

I didn’t think anything of it, besides that she looked very cute and studious. The glasses probably helped with that. She was just sitting on the bench playing with her cellphone. Maybe that wasn’t studious, but a girl has to have some fun.

Compared to the ways I blew off steam after a long day of class playing games or texting friends on a cellphone seemed almost responsible.

Then between steps my pantyhose became thigh highs.

I didn’t know how, or why. I just knew one step I’d been wearing pantyhose and the next I was wearing thigh highs. Naturally I stopped in my confusion and stared down at my legs. They were the same shade of sheer, and still professional enough, but I knew what I put on when I left for work in the morning and that didn’t match.

There was giggling from the park bench, but I didn’t look over. I assumed that one of her friends had sent her a funny text or she’d gotten to some new level. It couldn’t have been her.

After I composed myself, deciding that it didn’t really matter what I was wearing as long as I was still decent, I started to walk off. I didn’t get very far before out of nowhere a new thought beamed into my mind. It wasn’t mine. I knew it then. It was bright neon blue, like some sci-fi imperative downloaded directly into my brain.

I want to take off my panties.

I didn’t. Not before those blue words beamed into my head. Once they were there I didn’t have a choice anymore. I wanted to take off my panties.

Without a big show I reached up under my skirt and pulled my panties down so I could step out of them. My cheeks were burning and my chest was flushed. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to see.

Thankfully there didn’t seem to be anyone in the park besides the schoolgirl.

It was just her with her cellphone, and me with my panties in my hand. I stared down at them for entirely too long before they disappeared into my purse.

Having them off was embarrassing, and made me worried about wind, but I had wanted to take them off. That wasn’t going away even with my mind running away with itself imagining all of the horribly humiliating fates that were in store for me. So I started to walk off again.

I want to take off my jacket.

Blue beamed right into the center of my brain. This time without stopping I shrugged my jacket off of my shoulders and slung it over my arm. It felt nice to be wearing less. It was warm out and with less between me and the sun I could feel that in a much more intimate way.

I wondered what was going on, but it felt too unbelievable to be real. My thoughts just didn’t want to linger on what was happening to me. I laughed to myself over working too hard and being giddy that winter was finally over. This one had been too long. Shoveling snow was not something I liked doing.

I want to open two more buttons on my blouse.

My hands were reaching up and already opening the first by the time another command was penetrating my mind.

No, I want to open three more buttons.

I still didn’t worry about what was happening, but I did feel indecisive. I just could not make up my mind how many buttons I wanted open on my blouse! Even if I could stand to lose a few more pounds than I’d care to admit I did have a nice figure. By the second button the swell of my breasts was already enough that I almost wondered why I hadn’t done this sooner to catch someone’s eyes.

My legs were nice, but I had breasts to die for.

On further consideration, I just want all of the buttons open. Then I want to walk over to the pretty girl on the bench and say hello.

The blue took longer when there were more words. It felt like each character was expanding one by one in my mind and then became the words once there were enough of them for me to understand. When they were done I smiled and turned on the balls of my feet before making my way over to the bench.

Halfway there my flats turned into heels. Sensible heels, with blocks instead of points, but I still almost fell onto my face. It was terribly embarrassing. The pretty girl was giggling by the time I reached the bench.

“Hello.”

My cheeks were burning. I had wanted to say hello, so I said hello. I hadn’t wanted to say anything else. I hadn’t wanted to do anything else. Now that I was here, I had no clue why.

“You’re very pretty.” She didn’t look up from her cellphone. She grinned, her eyes looking mischievous behind her red framed glasses. “I like your breasts. Like, I really like your breasts. They look really good in that bra, too. It’s too bad you can’t just wear that as a top, huh? You’d make everyone just stare dressing like that. You’re a total hottie.”

I couldn’t believe it. I knew that I was walking around with my blouse open, so everyone could see my bra, but I wasn’t wearing it so naughty little girls could stare at my tits. I opened my mouth to complain and-

I want to thank her for complimenting me. I like her staring at my body. I want her to stare at me. Need her to stare at me.

My eyes crossed. I’d lost my train of thought. What was I going to say? Then I remembered. “Oh, thank you so much! You can look all you want, you know. You have really pretty eyes.” I leaned over, blushing at how shamelessly I was arching my breasts into this young woman’s face. If I’d known that was going to happen, I probably would have worn one of my tan bras instead of a more silky blue. “Please, look as much as you want.”

“Oh, you’re very sweet, too! I think I will.” She looked up from her phone and made a show of moaning as she licked her lips. Her thighs were rubbing together under her skirt.

Right then I was sure this was some sort of catch-a-pervert scheme. I looked around, panicked. There was still no one in the park. It was just us. I stepped closer, leaning over to grasp the bench beside her. I really needed her to see me, even if this was so embarrassing. Dangerous.

My nipples were diamonds, and it was far too warm for me to blame it on the breeze.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, all right? I really do want you to look at me. I need you to look at me…” I bit my lip to hold back a moan. Admitting it made it worse. Her eyes were locked on my nipples that felt like they were threatening to tear their way through my bra if I didn’t lend them a hand. That was something I didn’t want to do. Not yet, anyway. “But maybe we should go someplace more private. You look a little you—“

“Nope! I’m an adult. Hold on a sec, ‘k?” She set her phone down in her lap, and grabbed her wallet from the purse resting beside her. She was looking away, and that made me whimper, but I wasn’t going to force her to look. I just needed this young woman to look at me. I wasn’t a weirdo or a creep.

A moment later she produced a driver’s license. She was an adult all right. As of that day. It was her birthday.

I sighed in relief as she put the ID back away. I’d never carded someone before, but I’d also never found myself acting like this, either. Somehow it managed to work together and make enough sense to satisfy me.

Then she grabbed her cell phone back up.

I want to take off my clothes. All of my clothes. Tracy turns me on too much to want to wear clothes.

While Tracy—that was the name it said on her ID—muttered something about SMS text limits I hurried to comply. I dropped my purse and my jacket so I could wiggle out of my blouse. I unzipped my skirt and kicked it away while I unhooked my bra and tossed it away. Tracy moaned as my breasts bounced free, licking her lips like she was starving and I was just the meal she was hungry for.

My panties were still in my purse. I moved down to take off my shoes when-

I want to leave my thigh highs and my shoes on. That makes it hotter. I also want to do whatever Tracy wants.

I stopped, and smiled as I leaned forward over her again. My breasts swayed in front of her face. Her cheeks were as red as mine felt. Her thighs wouldn’t stop rubbing together. My eyes fluttered as I leaned in closer. I could almost feel her warmth. “I’ll do whatever you want, Tracy.”

“Oooh. Oooh fuck. Yes. Yes you will. You’re a hot, sexy older woman, and you’re going to do whatever I say. Oh. Oh this app is the best present I ever got!” Tracy squealed as she typed something out on her phone.

“C-can we go somewhere more private? I’ll do anything you want, but I don’t want everyone to see—”

“Don’t worry, they can’t. When I got here I made it so no one would want to come into the park.” Tracy grinned as she slid her phone into her purse. “Well, no one but you. Not you specifically, but you fit the bill. Also no one will look over this way. So let’s get down to business, huh?”

She was so cute. It was obvious that she wanted to be firm and commanding, but it was just as obvious she’d never done anything like this before. I hadn’t either, but I wanted it so much that I couldn’t be nervous.

Instead I just smiled and nodded. “Whatever you want. I’m yours. In every way.”

Tracy practically came.

It took her a moment to get her breathing under control (and a puff of her inhaler) but then she was behind me and pushing me over the bench. My breasts swayed on the other side as her fingers thrust deep between my legs.

She wasn’t the most skilled lover that I’d ever had, but she was so enthusiastic. She kept nibbling at my neck as her fingers moved inside of me. Her clothed body felt so good against mine. I wanted this so bad, to do whatever she wanted, outside in just my thigh highs and heels that she could have just been telling me to blow her kisses while she played on her cellphone and I still would have climaxed screaming her name.

Not that I’ll lie and say it didn’t feel so amazing to cum screaming her name as the first lover she’d ever experienced.

She held me so tenderly as her fingers stroked along my slick lips. It made me smile. “G-good girl. You’re such… such a good girl. And way too hot. And you’re mine. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m y-yours!”

Tracy whimpered. I looked back to see her moving a hand under her skirt, rubbing furiously away at her panties. Her eyes were half closed and she was rubbing her body against me so much more desperately.

“Tracy… If you want me to help you—”

“N-no! Not… not this… Oooh f-uck!” Tracy screamed and grinded herself against my thigh as shudders quaked through her body. Her hands grabbed my breasts, squeezing them tight enough to make me scream with her. It didn’t hurt. It felt good. She was using me.

I wanted that.

When she finally found herself again her lips pressed to my neck, and then she whispered into my ear. Her voice was soft and small, terribly shy, but so much hotter for it. “That time, I wanted to cum knowing I’d made a woman like you… cum. Now, we’re going to go home, and I’m going to ride your face while I figure out what else this app can do. O-okay… slut…?”

It was so cute- she was asking me permission to call me a slut? I couldn’t help but giggle and turn to give her a kiss. “Anything you want, Tracy.”

Her eyes fluttered up behind her red framed glasses. The only thing that would have been more fitting was if her glasses were fogged up.

She pulled away to type something on her phone before gathering up my things. Then she took my hand, and led the way out of the park. “This is the best birthday ever. Thanks for being my present! We’ll have to think of a really sexy name for you, slut, but for now, uhm… Let’s just hold hands and walk home.”

A part of me was almost embarrassed that I had a barely legal young woman walking me home with her hand in hand.

No matter how much I was embarrassed, I wanted it.