The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“And that’s all for this class. I’ll see you next week! Have a great weekend!” Miss Murray smiled as she watched her students tuck away their things and rush out of her room. It wasn’t even halfway through the day, but all of them had somewhere else to be. Even if that place was a random spot in a hallway where they could chat with their friends it seemed to be exciting enough to require everything short of bursting through a wall.

As long as they were careful about it, Miss Murray just smiled. She was a young teacher. It was only her first year, second if one counted the year she’d practically taught the same class while its “actual” teacher sat in the corner of the room and took notes on her performance.

She brushed an orange-red lock of hair from her face when she found herself being stared at.

Tracy.

It had been happening for the past several weeks. She’d noticed the young woman taking glances from the corner of her vision, but after her eighteenth birthday she’d grown much bolder. No, bold isn’t the right word. When she catches herself she still blushes like the schoolgirl that uniform makes her look like. It’s just more blatant now.

Sure enough the moment their eyes met Tracy’s pale cheeks turned red and she hurriedly pulled her backpack over her shoulders.

Tracy hurried out of the room, her red framed glasses opaque with the bright light of the classroom as her cheeks turned the same color as her frames. The young woman definitely stood out, wearing a proper school uniform, chastely long skirt keeping it from seeming like some fetishistic parody. She was a good enough student, if a bit too distracted or unwilling to put in the effort to truly excel.

It probably doesn’t help that she has a crush on me. Poor thing. I remember having crushes on my teachers… but why does she keep looking at me like that? The more she rolled the expression around on her mind it wasn’t simply a shy yet hopeful gaze of longing. There was a knowing in her eyes, an understanding.

It was less like she was being undressed by the woman’s eyes and more as though she was recalling what was underneath. Miss Murray adjusted her own glasses, gold frames thick to support the heavy lenses that corrected her otherwise miserable vision. She didn’t dress especially frumpy, but she’d never even worn a top with cleavage to a class, unlike some other teachers she could mention.

She tried to put it out of her mind, and resolved that if it happened again, she would attempt to politely tell her student that she was flattered but even if she was legally a woman there were any number of reasons why such a relationship would be inappropriate.

That was, of course, supposing she was even interested in women.

Her next period was free, so she reached into her desk to pull out a stack of papers. History tests were always fun to grade. At least one student would be clever and put an answer, often unintentionally, that was so hilariously inaccurate she was thankful she never graded with her students in the room. She didn’t judge them of course, but she had to chuckle.

The intentionally incorrect answers typically made her sigh at students not taking their education seriously. The student who had decided to answer an entire test on the civil war by referencing superheroes fighting each other had been especially tedious.

“Excuse me, Miss Murray?” Without her noticing a student had pushed open the door to her room and knocked on the inside.

Her green hair, obviously dyed, fell elegantly over her shoulders. She wore a black button up blouse half a size too small and a pair of smart slacks. Her deep blue eyes were hooded, and her lips curled in a smirk that radiated smugness. Miss Murray had to restrain herself from seeming more than merely unimpressed. “Can I help you? I don’t think I have you in any of my classes …”

“Oh no. I’m a little old for one of your classes actually. But I get that a lot.” The woman stepped into the room, and closed the door behind herself. “I’m actually here about one of your students. I’m a friend of the family, and I wanted to ask if you’d noticed anything… unusual.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t just discuss my students with just anyone.” Miss Murray frowned, and began to stand. The green haired woman pulled out her cellphone with a sigh, and began to quickly tap away at an onscreen keyboard. “Have you been to the office yet? You aren’t allowed on the school grounds, especially during classes without—”

I know she belongs here. I want to be open and honest with this woman. I trust her implicitly.

Miss Murray quietly mewled as she felt the strange blue sensation of words pouring into her mind. Like a shelf with only so much room, the thoughts that were there were cast aside for the new truths to take their place. She quickly steadied herself, but her eyes retained a slightly more distant gaze from behind her thick lenses.

The green haired woman tisked, and slowly shook her head. “I’ve already done all of that, Miss Murray. But as I understand it, Tracy was in your class that just got out, yes? Tracy Kensington?”

“Y-yes. Of course. Please, come in, I wouldn’t want to get in the way of you helping Tracy. She’s a good student.” Miss Murray paused, her lips rubbing together. She trusted this woman. It was undeniable as the red of her hair. “She’d be an even better student if she applied herself. Hopefully next year, if she goes to college, she’ll do even better. As for… unusual…”

“Yes?” The green haired woman raised a green eyebrow as she made her way to the other side of Miss Murray’s desk. Her cellphone was still in her hand.

After another series of frantic taps, the windows of the classroom all turned tinted. The door locked. Miss Murray opened her lips to say something, to comment on the odd occurrence, before suddenly she couldn’t remember her classroom any other way.

She shook her head. For some reason the sensation made her think of Tracy, but she couldn’t seem to settle on why. “Tracy has always had a quite obvious crush on me, which is fine. Schoolgirl crushes on their teachers are usually harmless when the teacher respects how… wrong that would be to indulge them.” The green haired woman nodded, and motioned for Miss Murray to continue. “But lately I’ve caught her… looking at me, like she… knows something. It’s like she thinks she knows something.”

Silence filled the room for several long moments before the green haired woman boosted herself up to sit on the edge of Miss Murray’s desk. Her breasts bounced with the effort, drawing Miss Murray’s eyes away from the woman’s hands tapping away at her phone.

Everything about her is perfect. I don’t care she’s using her phone. Just being near her arouses me.

A shudder raced down Miss Murray’s spine as she clenched her thighs. Her eyes stayed on the other woman’s curves and the way they strained against her ill-fitting clothes. With her slender yet curvaceous form all that meant was how dramatically those curves were emphasized.

She couldn’t imagine a woman—no, a person—who was more… radiant.

“What do you imagine she thinks she knows, Miss Murray? Something secret? Something you’d rather the world not know?” The green haired woman laughed, throwing her hair back over her shoulder as she leaned closer to the teacher who stared up at her eyes in awe. “You can trust me, dear. You can trust me with anything.”

“O-of course I can, I know that…” Miss Murray flushed, wanting to look to the papers she still needed to grade instead of the letting the woman see just how lost she was in her eyes, but it was futile. Her nipples were throbbing under her turtleneck as she struggled to contain her lust. This woman was here to try helping one of her students. She couldn’t suddenly be so terribly unprofessional as to forget that. “Wh-what’s… what’s your name…? You said you were a friend of the family—”

She waved her hand, and Miss Murray fell silent. “Let’s just say that I’m her Aunt. That’s close enough. As for my name? You can call me Midori.” Midori grinned, tisking as she shook her head. “Perhaps it’s a bit too on the nose, but I don’t think either of us mind that much… do we?”

Midori reached out a fingertip and slowly stroked it down along Miss Murray’s nose before poking the tip. The teacher shuddered and gasped, grasping at her desk as if to steady herself.

Nothing like this had ever happened, and yet it somehow felt all too familiar.

Is this why Tracy looks at me that way? Something to do with… this…? I don’t know what that would be. We’d never… I’d never… She’s my student…

“You’re very pretty, Miss Murray. Very pretty. I’m quite enjoying the time that we’re spending together… and I do quite hope that feeling is mutual. Though I can’t help the feeling we’re getting off track. I was here to check up on Tracy, but here I am… focused more and more on what a pretty teacher she has.” Midori grinned as se slid her finger down to under the teacher’s chin, lifting it as she stared all the more intensely into her eyes. “Though I don’t think Tracy would blame me. Do you think so?”

“N-n-no… I think she… agrees… With… you…” Miss Murray’s words felt trapped in her throat, and it took force of will to help her mouth give them enough shape to not just be incoherent stuttering. She wanted more of that touch, more of that woman’s attention. Everything about her was so intoxicating.

She was so forward, sitting on her desk and acting like they’d known each other for a small eternity. Miss Murray wanted more, and at the same time she didn’t know what more she could want.

“Mm. But you said you think she knows something… secret.” Midori stroked down from Miss Murray’s chin, teasing a fingertip slowly along the length of her neck with a low, bedroom laugh. “Is it like she sees through your clothing, like she knows just what she would find if you bared it all in front of your class? Is it that you can’t help but feel she knows what you taste like, what you sound like quivering out of control as all of the most intimate parts of your body are stroked and teased?”

It was all too much for the poor teacher, especially too much for so early in the day. She had so much that she needed to get done, and the things that Midori said only raised more questions and made the teacher feel more and more off balance.

Had Tracy done something untoward to her, something that might leave her with no memory of the events? Tracy seemed like such a well behaved girl, but the things that this woman said made it feel all too likely. It was almost as if Midori knew.

Miss Murray struggled to stop arching her chest out so dramatically, but soon found that she’d long since lost on that front. The way Midori teased down the center of her chest made her spine feel magnetized and drawn out to a dramatic and irresistible degree. Her breasts were on such prominent display, and there felt nothing she could do but adapt to how much she didn’t mind Midori looking at her. “C-could you tell me what’s going on with Tracy? It… it really seems like you already know, and you’re just trying to see if I’ve… figured it out.”

“Oh, I could… I could tell you everything… Mmm, just a moment.” Midori lifted up her cellphone and sighed as she began to tap over it. “I do know, that is a certainty. I dropped by because I’m responsible. It seemed only fair, given everything that I’d been up to. To do any less for her was unkind. And I do so adore Tracy. She’s just so eager, so cute, isn’t she?”

The teacher shuddered. Eager. She could imagine those eyes so hungrily drinking in the sight of her arched chest. Tracy wants me. I can tell that. It’s… intense. But how, when could-

Blue cut through Miss Murray’s thoughts as words shattered apart her train of thought and set another on the same tracks as though it had been the one scheduled a week in advance.

Everything that happens here, between Midori and I, is confidential. I won’t even let myself remember it after we’re done. Miss Murray moaned, and her eyes grew distant behind her glasses as she gazed up at Midori with a look of faint confusion and even greater curiosity. She couldn’t hold onto the idea that something had happened, or possibly changed, but in that split second she knew something was different.

“Tracy had some fun with you, Miss Murray. It was to be expected, after all. I told her she could play around with anyone, any thing, with this app. Short of me, of course. That would be rude, and she swiftly agreed to that. Well… and her mother. But that would be rude, because I found her first.” Midori grinned, and leaned in to melt her lips against the teacher’s.

It was a rough, invasive kiss, with Midori’s tongue swiftly thrusting into Miss Murray’s mouth. They were soon locked in a dance which even as she tried to resist, tried to not be aroused and drawn towards this woman she’d never met, the impulses were too great.

The feelings became even worse with another series of quick taps.

I love being used by Midori. The thought of being used by her, by Tracy… It arouses me so deeply. It’s always aroused me.

Miss Murray felt unsure how the other woman could kiss her during such a passionate kiss, but it made her feel so much more objectified. Her thighs clenched and squeezed together tight as she arched into the other woman and groaned lower the longer the kiss lasted.

When it finally broke, Midori was in Miss Murray’s lap. One hand was in the teacher’s hair, and the other held her cellphone with the back of her hand resting against the teacher’s still arched breasts. “Mmm. I’m not going to get into the how, or the why. It isn’t important. But I came here because it would be irresponsible for me to give Tracy such a powerful toy and not make sure that she wasn’t using it properly. Mmm your life outside of Tracy hasn’t been affected negatively…” Midori strokes slowly around a prominent nipple before giving it a hard flick. “Has it?”

Miss Murray groaned, shaking her head as her eyes grew ever more deeply swimming with lust. “Nnnooooo… Tracy hasn’t even… Mmm she hasn’t done anything… Wrong… She could do better, but… Mmmm a lot of girls her age are distracted by other things… Mmm and I want her to use me. I want you to use me. Please!”

“Oh my. That makes it almost rude that whatever she did, she didn’t let you remember, huh? Almost like maybe, just maybe, if she really wants to be nice to you, she should let you keep right on being her little pet?” Midori’s eyes hooded as she flicked the teacher’s nipple again before earning an even louder scream.

“Ooooh yesss! I want it! I’ve… always wanted it, since before I even had her in my class. That uniform… That cute shyness… I just know she’d know how to use a woman like me, the way that I need it. It arouses me just… so… so much… But it’s… wrong… isn’t it? She’s my student, even if she’s an adult, I…” Miss Murray groaned, slowly shaking her head. “I shouldn’t be talking like this about her, even with you… I shouldn’t have these thoughts…”

Midori tisked, leaning forward to kiss the teacher’s ear as she tapped at her phone which rested so snugly against the cushion of the teacher’s breasts. “Nonsense, dear. You’re a beautiful, sexual woman, and my lovely Tracey has a thing for you. Wouldn’t it be so much more wrong if she didn’t indulge it, as long as she was responsible? After all, it’s up to all of us women in her life to teach her moderation, self control, and fulfillment in equal measure, isn’t it…?”

With a tap of send, Miss Murray’s eyes widened as new truths streamed their way deeply within her consciousness.

It’s my duty to help Tracy learn responsibly how to make use of this gift that Midori gave her.

Midori pulled the teacher’s top up over her breasts, setting the cellphone behind her on the teacher’s desk as she stroked slowly along the cups of her bra. “I’m sure that Tracy had a lot of fun with you, but you’re not just some pretty, empty headed little thing. You’re a teacher. There’s so much more that you can offer her than just your body, isn’t that right Miss Murray?”

The teacher cried out, nodding as the cups of her bra were pulled down below her breasts. Her breasts jiggled as they were freed, hard nipples standing prominently at her chest as she quivered from the cold. “I-I… I want to help her as much as I can. I can do so much more for her than just that… though I… I want that too… even if it’s wrong…”

“Do you think it would benefit Tracy more if you thought it wasn’t wrong at all, or if you thought it was better that it was, but you couldn’t help yourself…?” Midori hooded her eyes as she stroked a finger around a hard nipple before giving it a slow, firm twist.

“C-couldn’t help! That way I-I could help her w-with other women who felt the same, a-and n-not knowing might make me more awkward and make her life harder!” Miss Murray melted back into her chair, savoring the puddle she felt soaking deeper into her chair. It was a dream come true. This woman wanted to use her, wanted Tracy to use her, and for such naughty, twisted purposes.

Someone had to help make sure Tracy was responsible in using her new gift at school.

“That’s just the answer that I wanted. Mmmm it’s up to Tracy if you get to remember what the two of you did… But you won’t remember this. But that’s all right. You’re just on loan to me, anyway.” Midori leaned down, tongue swirling around a nipple before she began to suckle hard on the other woman’s chest.

Unable to hold back any longer, Miss Murray screamed as she lost herself to the first of many helpless orgasms under the skillful touch of the green haired woman.