The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

A young woman walked casually down the sidewalk in the middle of a rather sunny day. She was pale enough to make it obvious that such an activity was outside of the norm. Her uniform made her look younger than she should have looked, with a pleated skirt, red tie, high socks, and a jacket over her blouse that looked professional and upstanding. Her glasses were lined with frames the same shade of red as her tie.

In her hands she held a small black phone. It wasn’t the latest model, and from a glance it was even a knock-off brand. Still, it held her gaze and she barely looked up yet never careened into the others sharing the sidewalk.

It had been unusually warm for the past week, but no one had minded. It was spring, and the first hints of the season meaning “wet” as much as “warmer” had finally shown themselves. That being replaced with a mild heat wave had been welcome enough. The heat brought with it the one reason the young woman glanced away from her phone – the way weather affected fashions. She looked up at the sight of a jogger with her curvy body clad in tight shorts and a small tank top, and an older woman with strong Latin features wearing a skirt covering only enough of her thighs to be perfectly risqué.

Eventually the girl stepped into a small coffee shop. It was one of the bigger chains, but its homey interior still felt welcoming even if it had plenty of seats filled so early in the afternoon. The young woman glanced around before nodding, and approached the counter. “Uhm. I’ll have a…large…”

She stared at the menu hanging behind the barista who waited with a patient smile. Her uniform’s pleasing green apron contrasted the black she wore underneath, making the woman’s ample curves that much more pronounced. Her wavy blonde hair completed the look perfectly.

The young woman began to blush as she looked down at her phone, and then back to the woman behind the counter before she shook her head. “Mocha… Frappuccino? That’s the cold chocolatey thing, right?”

“Mm-hm! It comes with whipped cream too, if you’d like that!” The barista smiled a little more.

“Mmm… Sure… That sounds nice. Whipped cream… I’m sure I can do something with that…” The young brunette rubbed her lips together as her gaze fell momentarily to the apron held tightly over the barista’s breasts. Her voice was barely a whisper, and she soon found herself shaking her head as her blush grew that much more. “I mean yeah, whipped cream, sure! And uh, soy milk, please!”

The barista smiled as she grabbed up a large cup, and spun it around as she lifted up a sharpie. “All right, could I get your name please?”

“Tracy.”

In short order the young woman paid and stepped over to wait for her drink to be finished. The coffee shop had plenty of people lounging, but there was no line behind her. In just another few short moments Tracy was sitting by a window, her phone set on the table in front of her as she took a long slow sip from her straw. All the while her eyes stayed locked on the blonde barista behind the counter.

It hardly took a glance to know that she wanted her. She stared for so long that her phone’s screen turned black. Her cheeks darkened, and she took another sip.

After a slow swipe of her finger the screen brightened anew, with a simple screen staring at her awaiting text. The keyboard at the bottom of its screen seemed to whisper infinite tantalizing possibilities.

Tracy’s eyes scanned her fellow occupants for several long moments before she began to tap. Less than 160 characters. Perfect. With a grin she tapped send, and hooded her eyes.

All of the male patrons in the room froze stiffly, before rising up and exiting in a robotically orderly fashion. Some were followed by confused women tugging at their arms. Some took several moments to gather up their belongings. What mattered was that in less than a minute the only customers left in the store were women.

That’s a good start. Now let’s have a little fun, huh? Tracy hooded her eyes as her tongue snaked out from between pink glossy lips to scoop up a taste of whipped cream.

Again her finger began to tap, moving skillfully from letter to letter as the box filled with new words. Another satisfying tap, and the windows for the store tinted. The lights dimmed, taking on a red coloration that dramatically shifted the atmosphere.

Confusion began to fill the room, with her chosen barista and several other patrons looking up and around in terrible confusion. Cursing quietly under her breath Tracy tapped away anew, satisfied when after another firm tap to the deep blue ‘send’ key they all resumed things just as they were before.

Silly me, I almost forgot that people might actually notice something like that. Tracy giggled quietly to herself amidst another sip as she began to type anew.

It was important to set just the right atmosphere. The remaining women, either chatting with each other, working on laptops, or similarly engaged on their phones already wore no signs of confusion or memories that things had ever been different. They failed to notice the way the red lighting highlighted each other’s skin, or that the tinted windows kept them invisible to the outside world.

Things were normal, if only because Tracy had deemed them so.

That was enough.

Or Tracy had told her phone. It had become more a part of her in the past week than it ever had been before. It was one thing to need to always be connected. It was another to need her super user access to reality.

Tracy tapped the send button again. Her barista froze in place for a moment, and then leaned down as she reached under her apron and wiggled out of her tight black slacks. Her legs were still hidden behind the counter, but the act was unmistakable. The barista was now half naked, with her lower half clad only in her panties, shoes, and the apron that hang over her more protectively now than ever.

A few quick taps and the counter turned transparent, allowing a clear view of the barista’s long bare legs. This time no one looked around in confusion and surprise. No one seemed to notice at all.

No one besides Tracy.

Her nipples trembled under her modest uniform. Her thighs squeezed together tightly. Another few taps, and the barista began to sway her hips to a sexy beat that no one else could hear as she moved behind the counter, cleaning and organizing. As her ass turned to face the counter, Tracy’s eyes locked on the curves highlighted by the lacy black thong that neatly divided it.

Another long sip of iced coffee sent quivers along Tracy’s spine. Even knowing that it was a mere matter of channeling her desires into her phone to make them reality didn’t weaken the impact. She’d wanted to see the older woman’s ass, and then there it was.

The barista’s black blouse vanished, revealing a black strap across her back that matched the one bisecting her ass. Tracy curled her toes and moaned as the apron became translucent green. Her barista turned, moving to face Tracy with a smile. Her deep cleavage only called louder to Tracy’s eyes for the green tint. Tracy met her smile, and then quickly let her eyes dart back down to resume her leering.

Music filled the coffee shop that had previously only been in the barista’s head. No one looked concerned or confused as the barista slid her hands through her hair and began to slide her hips side to side as she arched her back.

Her breasts swayed at her chest, shifting in counterpoint to her hips as the music slowly grew louder. With a flourish she reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, seductively sliding it from one shoulder, and then the other. Instead of letting it fall from her breasts she held the cups against her chest, kneading them as her eyes fluttered and her hips rolled in time with the music.

“You’re giving a great show, really!” Tracy called out, winking as she adjusted her glasses. “Never been to a place with such great service!”

“Mmm… Thank you, Tracy.” Her barista winked back, pulling her black bra from behind her apron as she threw it across the room where it landed gracefully over Tracy’s hand. “We pride ourselves on customer… service… We’re all so happy to please.”

Tracy made a thoughtful sound under her quickened breathing before her eyes widened in epiphany. “You know, you’re right. It really is unfair to make this a one woman show when you’re all so hot. Thanks for the idea! I’ll have to find some way to reward you for it later. I’m sure that I can think of something! Really nice tits, by the way. Cutest. Nipples. Ever.”

Her barista winked, fluffing her blonde hair before she began to rub and squeeze her breasts through the tight green apron. Tracy half watched half typed, mewling quietly as her thighs squeezed together tighter.

Making a coffee joint into a strip club was the sort of fantasy she’d never imagined before, but making it a reality was too hot for words. Her panties were ruined.

She felt a little bad for whoever would be cleaning up after her.

After another press of send, the other two baristas, a leggy redhead and a mousy brunette donned grins as they eagerly dropped their slacks. Soon all three were dancing to the music, the translucent apron becoming standard issue as the other two women lost their tops. Tracy hooded her eyes as they moved as though this were something they did daily, soon wearing nothing more than three aprons between them.

An impromptu strip show, just for little ol’ me? Tracy’s eyes fluttered as she glanced around the coffee shop. None of the other women who remained seemed the least bit bothered, but they were far too busy chatting amongst themselves or distracted by their technology to pay any attention to the totally ordinary performance.

Tracy frowned and sighed, giving a faint shrug before she began to type again.

The redhead and the brunette rubbed each other against her barista, moaning as they all undulated and quivered in perfect sync. Each pulse and throb from the coffee shop’s speakers signaled some new movement.

One by one the other patrons turned to the display. Eyes widened, but not in shock or concern. Instead they began to quiver and squirm in their seats. Sat behind her laptop one woman reached down from her keyboard and up under her skirt. Another opened the buttons of her blouse and began to caress over her flushed chest. Two women who had clearly came together rubbed against each other, feeling along the other’s thigh as they watched the show with rapt fascination.

Much better. Tracy nodded firmly as she looked away from the couple in the far corner, and back to the women performing. Her barista was being used like a stripper pole as the other two rubbed back against her, panting and gasping with lust fogged eyes. Tracy had made sure they loved their new job as much as the old one.

It was only polite.

Another flurry of tapping later and poles formed above the counter, and it took precious little time for the three baristas to climb up. Aprons were at last discarded as they rubbed their bodies, glistening with oil that had never been applied, along the warmed metal. Tracy’s eyes fluttered as she reached up under her skirt, cupping herself through her panties.

Her other hand remained posed shakily over her phone, ready for another flash of sudden inspiration. Already so warm… wet… such a good show… Tracy clutched herself tighter with a whine as her barista and the mousy girl locked lips.

She couldn’t think of any way to make it more perfect. Could go after celebrities, or pornstars, but this… this is much hotter… Tracy’s eyes fluttered as she rocked her hips, pressing her clothed sex firmly into her hand. She wanted to hold back, to delay her pleasure, but the more their breasts quivered around the metal poles, the more their moans joined the music, the more their naked bodies moved for her and her alone, the less she could resist.

With a sharp cry she soaked through her panties, panting desperately for breath as she shuddered in the afterglow of her intense orgasm. Her dry hand moved from her phone to her nearby purse, readying her inhaler for a quick puff.

A hand closed around hers as she moved it towards her mouth, and she screamed loud enough that everyone in the shop turned to her. When she saw the woman now sitting beside herself she flushed and quickly waved her hand in the air as she took two puffs from her inhaler. “S-s-sorry everyone! Startled! K-keep enjoying yourselves… p-please…” Tracy’s cheeks were more red than she could ever remember them feeling.

Beside her the blonde woman gently patted her shoulder before giving it a soft squeeze. “Easily excitable, much? Afraid someone had pierced the veil and seen what you were up to?”

“O-of course not! No one can tell besides you, and me… right…?” Tracy whined as she stashed her inhaler away and looked worriedly to the woman beside her. That her certainty was a lie was too obvious for the green haired woman to need to do more than raise her eyebrow. “That was what your email said. ‘Have fun, don’t hurt anyone… oh and no one will know it’s you or what you’ve done so long as you use careful phrasing’ right?”

“Just so.” The green haired woman kissed two fingers and gently pressed them to Tracy’s lips with a low, quiet laugh. “But I might not be the only one handing out that program, and anyone who uses it, well, they might not be such easy marks. This is hardly… a clandestine maneuver you know, Tracy.”

“I-I-I I was being so careful at first!” Tracy spoke at a loud whisper, her voice sounding like it should be shouting but barely reaching the other side of her table. “Like, I’ve only been keeping one woman around, but I had her go to work today. She didn’t want to, but it felt mean to just rip her out of everything! A-and there was that teacher, but she doesn’t remember it and—!”

A fingertip pressed again over Tracy’s lips, silencing her ramblings before lips moved beside her ear. “I was going to say I approve. Just make sure you fix everything before you’re done, all right?”

“P-Promise…” Tracy whispered against the woman’s finger as she rose, waved, and disappeared out the door with a sexy sway to her hips.

Tracy’s eyes lingered where the woman’s ass had been for a long moment before she grinned and turned back to the counter. With a purr she rubbed against the hand still clasping between her legs. Her barista was spreading her legs and stroking along her slit. Their eyes met, and Tracy quivered.

It would only be right to give my pet a friend, right? Someone she could share being my pet with… Having two women couldn’t hurt anything more than having one, right?

Tracy shuddered as the beginnings of another orgasm welled up in her stomach, and let out a low quivery moan as she imagined just how to dress her new barista once she brought her home.