The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Hi, I’m Sam (not my real name but it will do for this story) and I’m a mind controller.

Well. I guess that pretty much wraps it up. I mean, what would you do if you could control people’s thoughts and desires?

But you want to hear all the sordid details don’t you? If course you do, that’s why you’re hear.

Ok, ok, I guess confession is good for the soul, even if it is done anonymously.

It all started because I was such an emotional weakling. I’ve been that way for as long as I can remember. I don’t like confrontation, and I always try to please others. I have this inane desire for everyone to be happy, not just with me, but in general, with life. Unfortunately that usually meant that I was pretty unhappy because I was setting myself an impossible task.

You see, the other personality quirk I have is that I really want to be in control in my relationships. I’m sure you can see that this is a very bad combination. I wanted to be in control but I was not assertive enough to ever take control. My girlfriends always ended up controlling and manipulating me. So none of my relationships ever lasted very long, either they broke up with me because I was so weak or I stopped seeing them because they were too strong.

Finally I decided to go see a shrink, a psychiatrist. I figured it couldn’t hurt anything, except my bank account, and I might actually find out what was wrong with me.

I had no idea how to pick a psychiatrist so I just opened the yellow pages to that section and put my finger on the page. I landed on Dr. Chahna Sarindar. Ok, one is as good as another, I thought, so I picked up the phone and made an appointment.

I had to wait a couple of weeks to actually see the doctor but I figured that was normal, besides, remember that I’m not at all assertive, so I just accepted the delay and made the appointment.

When the day finally came for my appointment I was pleasantly surprised that the doctor was a very pretty, and very young East Indian woman. She was in her late twenties like me and had a very attractive face.

[Just a short sidebar here. You’ve heard of leg men and breast men I’m sure. Well I’ve always considered myself a face man. I always look at a woman’s face before any of her other features.]

Anyway the doctor was a knockout. I found out later she was half Indian, her mother was from England and had met and married her father in India, then they both immigrated to the U.S. where Chahna was born. She was about 5′ 7″ and had a nice slim body with curves in all the right places.

The way she dressed though was not so attractive. She wore a conservative grey business suit, had her hair up in a tight bun and had on a pair of black horn rimmed glasses.

The worst was her attitude. Even though she smiled and said all the right words I could easily pick up a tension in her carriage and in her tone of voice. She just wanted to get this over with and get on to her next patient.

After the greetings and preliminaries I explained to her what my problem was while she took notes and asked a few questions. When I finished she leaned back and looked up at the ceiling for a few seconds, tapping her pen on her nice full lips.

“Well, that’s an interesting problem Sam. It’s not the type of thing I normally get here.” She tapped the pen on her lips a few more times.

“I think I’m going to recommend a bit of a novel approach in your case.” she finally said. “Have you ever been hypnotized?”

“Uh... no. no I never have.” I stammered. I hadn’t even considered hypnosis and I wasn’t sure I liked the idea.

“Well,” she continued, “I think it might be your best option. You want to be more assertive, that requires a basic personality change, or at least a strong nudge in the right direction. Once you begin asserting yourself and have some success in your relationships you’ll become more comfortable doing so. In effect, if you practice being assertive you’ll be more assertive. We just need to get you started in the right direction.”

I really did not want to be hypnotized. I didn’t like the idea of giving someone else that kind of control over me. But, being who I was, I completely caved. “Uh... ok doctor, if you think that’s the best thing to do.” I immediately kicked myself mentally for giving in so easily, but of course I said nothing.

“All right, Sam. Just sit back and relax.” She pulled a shiny pendant from the top drawer of her desk and held it up between us.

“Just focus on the pendant. Relax your mind and think about how nice it will be once you are in control of your life. Now let those thoughts go and just think about the pendant. Watch it as it spins and reflects the light.” She went on like this for several minutes but all I could think about was how pretty she was and how I would like to kiss her pretty mouth.

After several minutes she said “You’re not relaxing are you?”

“I’m sorry.” I said. “Can we try again?” She was clearly disappointed that I hadn’t gone under and, well, I was trying to please her.

“Ok.” she said after a long pause. “Let’s try something different.”

She put the pendant away, took off her glasses and looked at me. “Just look at my eyes. Relax and lose yourself in the dark center of my eyes. As you stare into my eyes you find yourself relaxing more and more. You don’t want to fight the sleepy feeling that spreads through your body. All of your extremities begin to relax and you feel completely at ease.”

She continued like this for quite a while and I wasn’t having any of it. Her eyes were amazing though, brown but lighter that normal, almost golden. But I felt the need to really try to go into a trance for her because I knew she would be very disappointed if she failed. So I focussed on clearing my mind. Thought about how I needed to take control. How I would like to control the doctor. She was so pretty. I would love it if she would just let me be in charge. I felt my eyes go out of focus and that’s when it happened! I still have a hard time explaining it. It was like a sneeze without a sneeze. I felt tingling all up and down my spine and I felt like my sinuses turned inside out. My eyes were watering and my nose was running and I couldn’t see or speak.

I wiped enough water from my eyes to reached for the box of tissues I had seen on her desk, blew my nose and wiped my eyes and cleared my throat.

“Wow, that was weird. Sorry doctor, I don’t know what happened. I guess hypnosis isn’t going to work with me. I’m really sorry.”

I finally was able to focus my eyes again and looked up at the doctor. She was looking right at me with her mouth slightly open.

“Doctor.”

Nothing

“Doctor.”

No reaction.

“Doctor, are you ok?”

“Yes.” she finally responded, but her voice was different, kind of detached, far away.

I sat there for several seconds, still not understanding what was going on. I was expecting her to say or do something, but she just sat there staring straight ahead.

“Doctor, can you hear me?” I finally ventured.

“Yes.”

It finally hit me. It hit me hard. My mouth dropped open in shock.

“Doctor, are you hypnotized?”

“No.”

What? Wait a minute. What was going on here? I thought for a minute that the hypnosis had backfired and she had somehow been the one to be hypnotized, but she said she wasn’t. Well, maybe she was and just didn’t know it.

“Doctor, can you move?”

“Yes.”

“Can you stand up?”

“Yes. I think so.”

“Then go ahead and stand up.”

She slowly stood and pushed here chair back.

Hmm. What next?

“Can you walk?”

“Yes. I think so.”

“Then walk around the room.”

She started to walk slowly around the office, kind of shambling in circles.

“Ok. Stop.”

She did.

“Is this a joke doctor or are you doing this to make me feel like I’m in control?”

“No.”

“How can I be sure?”

After a pause she said “Make me do something I would not normally do.”

Well that was pretty good advise I thought. “Ok, take off your blouse.”

She immediately took off her coat, laying it on her desk and then unbuttoning her blouse, she pulled her arms out of her sleeves and laid it on top of the coat. Her bra was the same color as her skin and her breasts, which really came to my attention for the first time, were perfect.

“Uh, ok. Well, I guess you could still be faking it. So take off you bra.”

She reached behind her back and unclasped the bra. Shrugging the straps off her shoulders she laid it on the desk with her blouse.

Now she really had my attention.

During this whole time I was convinced that there had to be a catch, there must be a new Candid Camera type show, they’re going to jump out of a hidden compartment and tell me I’m the butt of the joke any minute.

But nothing happened. She just stood there with no top on.

Ok, ok. I thought. One more test. I have to know if this is real.

“Doctor, give me a blow job.” I held my breath.

She walked over to me, knelt, unbuckled my pants, pulled down the zipper, reached in through the opening in the front of my underwear, pulled out my very stiff dick (I don’t remember exactly when it happened but I think it was fairly early on), engulfed it and began sucking.

I was completely amazed. I never expected her to do it. And it felt great. She wasn’t very good at it but the whole situation was such a turn on that I knew I wasn’t going to last long.

“Wait.” I said. She stopped sucking but kept my organ in her mouth. “Why are you doing this?” I asked.

She pulled away so she could speak. “Because you told me to.”

I almost came right there.

“How do you feel about what you’re doing?”

“Disgusted.”

That took the wind right out of my sails. I wanted her to be happy about it.

“So you don’t like giving me a blow job but you do it because I told you to?”

“Yes.”

This was not satisfactory. She wasn’t happy. She was suffering. This was such a turn-off for me that my erection began to soften.

My brain started taking control back from my hormones and I decided I had to try to understand what was happening.

“Doctor, you say you are not hypnotized and yet you obey my commands. Why.”

“I don’t know.”

“Will you do anything I ask?”

“Yes. I think so.”

“So if I told you to give me a blow job and enjoy it would you still be disgusted?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

“Ok. Let’s try it. I want you to give me a blow job and I want you to feel very happy about it, in fact I want you to get great pleasure from it. When I come I want you to swallow every bit and I want you to have your own orgasm. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Ok. Go ahead.”

She lowered her head and started in on my softening manhood again. I wasn’t soft for long. She started making little moaning noises as she suckled and bobbed. After a minute her hand sneaked down to her crotch and started rubbing in time with her ministrations.

This was such a hot situation, I was ready to come in no time. I felt that tightening feeling in at the base of my erection and knew it was time. My cum flowed into her mouth and she began to buck wildly, but she didn’t spill a drop.

As soon as I was finished she slumped to the floor, still breathing hard.

I waited until I could breathe normally again. “Doctor, how do you feel about what you just did?”

“Wonderful.”

Well, that was a much more pleasing response for me. I smiled.

Then it dawned on me. This was exactly what I was asking for. I’m in complete control and I’m able to make someone else very happy.

Again, I tried to come to terms with what was going on. What had really happened here, how did I get her into this state?

Oops! How do I get her out of this state? I can’t leave her like this.

I told her to put her clothes back on. She got up sluggishly, walked over to her desk and did so.

Ok, ok, think! She says she’s not hypnotized, but whatever happened it’s very much like hypnosis. I wonder if I can just tell her to wake up. Maybe, but if she remembers what happened she’ll probably have me arrested. That thought really scared me.

Ok. I need to at least try to limit the damage.

“Doctor. Assuming our hypnosis session was a success, what would you recommend for me next?”

“I would have you come back weekly for additional treatments.”

“For how long?”

“At least six weeks.”

I sat there for a few minutes thinking. Six weeks. I could use that time to explore whatever was happening.

“Doctor, in a few minutes I am going to count backwards from three, when I get to zero you will wake up feeling refreshed and energized (I’d seen a hypnosis show once). You will not remember anything that happened after you fell under my control. Instead you will remember that our hypnosis session was successful and you will schedule me for additional sessions over the next six weeks. With each session you will become more and more attracted to me.”

Why not, I thought, if you have the power use it.

Something else occurred to me. “Do you currently have a boyfriend?”

“No.”

Ok, good. “Do you live alone?”

“No.”

“Who lives with you?”

“My girlfriend.”

Uh oh. “Are you a lesbian?” Stupid question.

“Yes.”

“Are you bisexual, do you like men too.” Stupid redundant question.

“No.”

Oookay. So, a full fledged lesbian in a committed relationship. What to do?

“Do you love your girlfriend?”

“No. Not really.”

“Does she love you?”

“No. She says she does but really she’s just using me.”

“And you’re ok with that?”

“I wouldn’t be if I was aware of it consciously.”

Whoa! Interesting.

“Ok doctor. Here’s what’s going to happen. Over the next six weeks you are going to realize that you are not really a lesbian. You will gradually fall in love with me and by the last visit you will have broken up with your girlfriend.”

“Whenever you are around me you will feel happy. Whenever you obey my suggestions or submit to my wishes you will feel fulfilled, happy and even a little aroused sexually. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, repeat my instructions back to me so I can be sure you understand.”

She did. She went through them word for word.

Ok. Moment of truth.

“Doctor, I’m going to count backwards from three now. When I reach zero you will wake up and be yourself except that you will follow and obey all of my instructions.”

Oh. One more thing. “In the future if you hear me, and only me, say the words, ‘my six armed goddess’ you will return to the state you are in right now and be completely under my control. Do you understand?

“Yes.”

“Three.”

“Two.”

“One.”

I took a deep breath.

“Zero.”

“Well, I would say that was a successful session.” she said as awareness of the world around her returned to her eyes. “I would like you to come back once a week for the next few weeks so I can monitor your progress and reenforce your assertive attitude, is that ok?”

“Sure, that would be great doctor, I feel more in control already.”

“That’s good.” she said and her smile reached her eyes for the first time since I entered her office. It was a bright friendly smile. “And call me Chahna, all my friends do.”

“Ok Chahna, thanks again. I think you’re really going to be able to help me.” I said as I walked out the office door.

She followed me out and turned to her secretary. “Jenny could you get me a Coke, I have the strangest taste in my mouth.”