The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

All that week I kept reviewing what had happened in my head. Well, I mean, wouldn’t you?

I confess, it was about the only thing I could think about. But as my next appointment rolled around I was no closer to understanding what happened.

As I walked into Chahna’s office and sat in the waiting room I was really on edge. What if she remembers what happened? What if I say the trigger phrase and it doesn’t work? Oh yes, I was going to say the trigger phrase, I had already decided that. I had to know.

She called me into her office and asked me to sit.

“So Sam,” she smiled and cocked her head a little “have you been practicing being more assertive?”

The question took me a little by surprise. I had been thinking so much about what I was going to do that I had given no thought to the fact that she was going to be asking these kinds of questions.

I hesitated, cleared my throat “Uh... no, not really. I uh...”

She leaned forward encouragingly. “Come on Sam. Just take a deep breath and tell me what you are thinking.”

So I took a deep breath. “I was just thinking about my..., my six armed goddess.” Now I held my breath.

She got that vacant look on her face again, just like last week. Her golden face flushed and she let out a little “Oh!” and then sharply sucked in a breath.

Yes! Yes!

Ok, what now?

“Chahna. Tell me how you feel right now.”

“Good.”

“What do you mean by ‘Good’?”

“Happy. Excited. Aroused.”

Really? Cool?

“Chahna, does this door lock from the inside?”

“Yes.”

“Go ahead and lock it, then come back over here in front of me and take off all your clothes.”

She locked the door and came back to stand in front of me. Then she slowly began to disrobe.

When all her clothes were on the desk I asked her to kneel and repeat last week’s activities, telling her all the same rules applied.

It was so nice. I lasted a lot longer this time but the result was the same. She slumped breathlessly to the floor, this time making little satisfied mewling sounds as she laid there.

After a short recovery time I told her to get dressed and sit in her chair.

“Chahna, how do you feel about what you just did?”

“I loved it.”

Good. “Are you happy.”

“Yes.”

“How do you feel about me?”

“You’re nice. I like you.”

“How did you feel when you first saw me today?”

“Happy. Aroused.”

Good.

“How did you feel when you fell under my control again today?”

“Very aroused. I almost came.”

My boy almost came to attention when I heard that, even so soon after being sated.

Ok, what next? Stick with the plan.

“Chahna, you will continue to follow the instructions I gave you last week. Each week you will be more attracted to me and before my last visit you will confess your love for me. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Now I want you to tell me all about yourself. Tell me about you childhood, your parents, places you’ve lived, schools you went to, everything.”

So she did. She didn’t get through a quarter of it before we had to stop, it was past time for her next appointment.

I told her what she should remember about our session and took my leave.

That night as I sat in my little upscale one bedroom apartment I was just letting my mind wander and remembering all that had happened in the last week when I remembered the “sneeze that was not a sneeze”. Could that have been the causal factor? After all it was at exactly that time that Chahna blanked out.

I know, I know, you’re sitting there reading this and yelling ‘Of course that’s what caused it you dolt. Get a clue.’ It’s very clear to you the reader because I have described it in just such a way that it was brought to your attention at the appropriate time to give you a clue to what happened. But before I figured it out, that incident was just an allergy attack or an aborted sneeze or something like that.

I didn’t relate it to the control I had over Chahna. But the fact that she said she wasn’t hypnotized kept coming back to my mind and I kept chewing on the problem like a piece of beef grizzle until the sneeze thing came to the forefront of my slow mental processes.

So it finally dawned on me that maybe I had caused the whole thing and the hypnosis might only be confusing matters.

But how to test it. Could I do it again on purpose? One thing for certain, I would have to pick the right time and the right person to try it on.

No opportunity presented itself until two days later. It was Friday afternoon. I came home from work as usual and I noticed a girl standing in front of the landlord’s apartment which was next door to mine.

Now, calling her a girl may have been a little generous. She was dressed in baggy black pants and a long sleeve black shirt, she was probably about 5′ 4″, she had short black hair and glasses with thick black frames. She wore no make-up and her build was boyish, kind of heavy-set in the mid-section and dumpy-looking.

She also looked like she was uncomfortable, and you know me, mister “I must make everyone happy”.

“Hi.” I ventured. “Can I help you.”

“No.” she looked away, avoiding eye contact. “I’m just waiting for my grandpa.”

“Oh. So you’re Jim’s granddaughter. I’m Sam. Nice to meet you.”

She just nodded.

“That’s strange that Jim’s not home. He hardly ever leaves the place. I’m sure he’ll be back soon, especially if he was expecting you.”

Another nod of acknowledgement. I saw her jaw muscles tighten and she bent a little at the waist.

That’s when I recognized the signs. “Can I help in any way?”

There was a look of uncertainty on her face. She must have been at the end of her endurance. “Well... actually I need to use a bathroom.” Her face reddened and she frowned.

“Well you can use mine if you can ignore the mess. I’m single and I don’t keep the place as clean as I should. Don’t really have company all that often.”

Another nod.

As I unlocked the door and held it open she bolted through it very quickly and headed straight to the bathroom.

I left the front door standing open so she wouldn’t feel too uncomfortable and went to the kitchen to put a pot of coffee on.

I sat down to go through my mail while the coffee was brewing. Just junk mail. I threw the envelopes into a box along with a six inch stack of older papers that needed to be shredded. One day soon I was going to have to take care of that stack.

I was pouring my coffee when she came out of the bathroom. “Would you like anything to drink. I’ve got fresh brewed coffee and I think I have some Cokes in the fridge.”

I looked up and saw her look out the door to Jim’s apartment. It was a warm sunny afternoon and she must have been baking out there in the bright sunlight. She looked back at me and nodded again, “Coke.”

I went to the fridge, grabbed a can of Coke and handed it to her. “You’re welcome to wait here if you want. You can sit here on the sofa by the front door so you can see when Jim gets home.” I didn’t wait for a response. “I have to check the network backup at work so I’ll just be sitting here at my computer for a while.”

I sat down and logged in. My computer was on the kitchen table facing the front door so I could see her hesitate for a couple of minutes before finally coming to a decision and sitting on the sofa. She picked up an old National Geographic from the coffee table and started thumbing through it.

I logged in to the VPN for work and verified that the backup was running. It’s supposed to run automatically but sometimes it glitches so I like to check on it so I can resolve any problems early on. It was working perfectly today.

I pretended to be looking at the computer but I was really watching my visitor. She has a potentially pretty face. If she could loose some weight she might look half decent.

That’s when it struck me that this might be a perfect opportunity to try my Jedi mind trick.

Ok, so what did I do last time?

I focused on wanting to control her, kind of cleared my mind, well it was more like focussing internally, like all my attention was fixed on the center of my brain. My eyes lost focus for a second and then my sinuses exploded.

“Aaahh!” I tried to wipe enough water from my eyes to make it to the bathroom, bumped into the door frame on the way but finally was able to get some paper from the roll and blow my nose and wipe my eyes. “Man that’s weird!”

Coming back into the living room I suddenly remembered the reason for my discomfort. She was sitting on the sofa, magazine on her lap, staring straight ahead with her mouth slightly agape.

“Hello.”

No response.

“Hello.”

Nothing.

I moved closer and waved my hand in front of her face.

Still no response.

Ok. No way she could be faking it. I mean how could she know?

“Are you ok?”

“I don’t know.”

It dawned on me that I didn’t even know her name. “What’s your name?”

“Kristen.”

“How do you feel right now Kristen?”

“Scared.”

That surprised me.

“Why are you scared?”

“Because I can’t move or yell. I don’t know what you’re gonna do to me.”

Interesting. She is conscious enough to know what’s happening to her but unable to do anything unless it’s in direct response to a command or a request.

“Don’t be afraid of me Kristen. I’m not going to do anything to harm you in any way.”

I waited a few seconds for that to sink in. “How do you feel now Kristen?”

“Good.”

“Describe good.”

“Calm, relaxed, at peace.”

Cool. “Are you happy?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“My dad’s never home, all he cares about is his stupid company. My mom only cares about her stupid clubs and social activities. Nobody truly cares about me as a person. They sent me here to punish me for not being what they want me to be. I don’t have any friends and I don’t know anybody I can trust.”

Wow! I was almost sorry I had asked.

I thought about what she said for a minute. This girl was really screwed up. One of my fears in trying the whole mind control thing was that I didn’t want to mess up someone else’s life, but I doubted I could make her’s any worse no matter what I did or said.

“I care about you as a person Kristen. I want you to know that you can come and talk to me any time you need a listening ear. You can trust me Kristen.”

I heard Jim’s truck pull into the carport.

“Ok Kristen. In a minute I’m going to count down from three to zero, when I get to zero you will wake up and be yourself, except that you will always follow my commands. You will remember nothing about being under my control, you will only remember that I treated you well and you enjoyed your time here. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

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

She did.

“In the future if you hear me, and only me, say the words ‘my six armed goddess’ (I thought is was probably best to use the same trigger phrase, easier to remember that way) you will immediately return to the state you are currently in, completely under my control. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

I went back to the table and sat in front of the computer.

“Three. Two. One. Zero.”

She blinked.

“Looks like Jim’s back.” I prompted.

She looked out to see her grandfather approaching his door.

“Oh. Ok.” She got up and turned toward the front door. “Uh, thanks for the Coke... Sam.”

I smiled. “Your welcome. Come back any time.”

She gave me a funny, curious look and walked out the door.

So. I had my answer. I could apparently exert my control over people at will, as long as I did it in private where I could give them instructions without attracting unwanted attention.

One thing I knew for sure was that I didn’t want anyone to know of my ability. If something like this got out I would never have another moment of peace. If the press got hold of it I’d have to disappear. If the government (any government) got wind of it I might be disappeared.

But I really didn’t know how I might make use of my ‘gift’ beyond what I was already doing. I mean I had a very beautiful Chahna falling in love with me if everything kept to plan, and she would do anything I asked. What else could I need?