The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The next day was Saturday and I slept in. When I finally dragged myself out of bed I opened the front door to let some of the fresh morning air into the apartment.

Next I set about making breakfast. Oatmeal, toast and half a peach. Oh, and of course the mandatory coffee. I think it’s interesting that so many people scorn oatmeal, as if it didn’t taste good. I love it. A little cinnamon, some raisins, milk, delicious.

I was half way through breakfast when there came a knock on my door frame. I looked up to see Kristen standing there.

“Oh, hi Kristen.” I got up from my meal and opened the screen door for her.

She hesitated for a few seconds as if having second thoughts.

“Please come in.” I had no idea what she was there for but if she came to my door she must want to come in and, well, I do aim to please.

She came in and sat down on the couch, the same spot as yesterday.

“Please excuse me; I’m right in the middle of breakfast.”

She started to get up.

“No no. Don’t leave. Just talk to me while I finish eating. Have you had breakfast?”

A nod.

“Well if you want anything just help yourself. There’s fresh coffee in the pot and some fruit in the basket. I didn’t know you were coming or I would have made more oatmeal.”

I sat down to finish my meal and wondered what she would do.

She did nothing for a couple minutes and then got up and poured herself a cup of coffee. “Can I have one of these cinnamon rolls?”

Well, it was good to know she could talk, and she was polite too.

“Sure. But they’re kind of old, I bought ‘em a couple of days ago.”

“That’s ok. I can dip it in my coffee.”

She went back to the sofa and started nursing her coffee and roll.

After a few minutes she asked “How long have you lived here?”

“About three months. Ever since my last girlfriend kicked me out.”

She got an uncomfortable look on her face.

“I know, I know, too much information. Well it’s ancient history now anyway. But yeah, about three months.”

“I haven’t been to see my grandpa for a while. There were some middle eastern men here before you. They were kind of scary, at least I thought so.”

I just waited for her to continue.

“I was glad it was you yesterday instead of one of them. I wanted to thank you for being so kind.”

“Your very welcome Kristen. You know racial and cultural stereotypes are hard to overcome. Sometimes we think we know what someone is like because we’ve seen something on TV or heard something from someone, or even had a bad experience with a member of a specific group. I know I have to fight that tendency all the time. On the other hand some of the things we hear are based on real cultural tendencies so it’s ok to be careful.”

She shrugged.

Time to change the subject. “How’s Jim this morning?”

She looked away. “He’s fine. He spends all his time in his office doing paper work. I got tired of watching TV.”

“Do you resent him spending so much time in his office?”

“Yeah, I guess so. I mean we used to be able to talk and do stuff together, but now... I don’t know, I guess everything has changed.”

“When do think it started to change?”

“About three years ago.”

“What do you think caused the change?”

She hesitated for a moment. “I did.” She sniffed and a tear rolled down her cheek.

I could tell we were getting into dangerous territory now and I was amazed she was starting to open up to me. Of course I did tell her she could trust me while she was under my control, which is the equivalent of telling her she has to trust me.

“How?” I asked.

Now her crying increased and she started rocking back and forth. “You have to promise not to tell anyone.” Her eyes pleaded with me.

“I promise Kristen. You really can trust me to keep your secret.”

She took a deep breath and let it out. “I was raped.” She barely got those three little words out before she burst into a series of soul wrenching sobs.

I was almost finished with breakfast by then so I got up and brought her a roll of toilet tissue (hey, I’m a single guy, I got no need for fu fu stuff like scented Kleenex).

I sat down next to her, giving her about a foot of private space. “Do you want to talk about it?”

She blew her nose and wiped her eyes and nodded.

“Ok, you talk. I’ll just listen. Tell me what happened.”

“It was at the end of my s... sophomore year. A s... senior boy asked me to the Prom. So I said yes. I mean, I thought is was something special, it was supposed to be like a fairy tale.”

“During the dance I think he spiked my drinks. I never drank alcohol before so I’m not sure. But I was feeling all floaty and loose, and I was laughing at everything.”

“When we left the dance he drove me to a party, I don’t remember where, and gave me some more to drink. Then he took me upstairs and ...” a deep sob “he did it. I tried to stop him, I kept saying ‘NO’ but he just laughed and held me down and... and took my virginity!” At this point she disintegrated completely. She leaned into my shoulder and I put my arm around her, just holding her for comfort while she sobbed and sobbed.

After about ten minutes she straightened up and cleaned her eyes and nose.

“I’ve never told anyone. After that I started dressing like this, baggy pants and shirt. I cut my hair short and died it black. I didn’t want to be pretty anymore, I wanted to be ugly. I didn’t want anyone to want me that way again. I asked my parents to send me to another school after summer vacation. I stopped answering my friends calls. I wanted to be invisible.”

“My parents thought I was just being rebellious. They started being angry with me and treating me different. And my grandpa too, he tried to talk to me, to find out what was wrong, but I couldn’t tell him, and we just stopped talking to each other.”

She broke down and cried some more at this point, clinging to me like I was a life preserver in an ocean of pain.

I just cradled her and let her cry.

Finally she seemed to reach the bottom of the well of endless tears. She sat up straighter. “I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. I never told anyone else in all this time. I shouldn’t be loading you down with my problems.”

“It’s ok Kristen. I don’t mind. In fact I’m honored that you felt like you could trust me with such a huge secret.”

She looked at my face. Then into my eyes. She launched herself at me and kissed me passionately. That I was not expecting. But I adapted quickly and became a willing participant.

After about thirty seconds she pulled away and looked into my eyes again.

“Thank you.” she said.

“You don’t have to thank me. But if you’ll allow me to offer a bit of advice..., " now I gazed earnestly into her eyes “make peace with your grandfather. You won’t always have him with you. Don’t let your opportunities slip by.” Now a lone tear streaked my own cheek as I thought about my own grandparents, and how I hadn’t been with them much before they died.

The way she looked at me I felt like she was seeing into my soul.

She nodded, got up and walked out the door.

I didn’t know if she was happy. I didn’t see how she could be exactly happy after all that she’d been through. But I was sure she felt better, and you know me, I was pretty stoked about that.

The kiss bothered me though. I won’t say I didn’t enjoy it but I really didn’t want her falling for me. Her face was pretty enough but, no offense intended to those of you who are heavy, I’ve always found the heavy body to be a turn-off. I know, heavy people are good people and deserve every opportunity everyone else gets. I’m just not attracted to that sort of thing.

I decided I’d be careful. If worse came to worse I could just put her in a trance and change how she felt about me.

The rest of the day I just messed around. Watched a tennis match on TV, read a couple chapters of a SciFi novel I wasn’t all that interested in, did a little internet surfing. In short, just relaxing at home.

In the evening there was a knock on the door. When I opened it I was a little surprised to see Jim, my landlord.

“Hi Jim, what’s up?”

“Mind if I come in?”

“No, come on in. Would you like something to drink. I have some Blue Moon in the fridge.”

“Some what?”

“Blue Moon. It’s the beer for people who don’t like beer.”

“Really? Well I was going to say no but now you’ve got my curiosity up.”

“Cool. Have a seat and make yourself at home. One Blue Moon comin’ up.”

I got the beer and a clean glass (fortunately I’d washed a few earlier). I sliced an orange, put the slice on the glass of beer and set them down on the coffee table for him.

He took a sip. Took another. “Your right. That’s different. It’s good.”

He sat back on the sofa and got serious. “Sam, what did you tell my granddaughter?”

Uh oh. I didn’t know how I’d screwed up but something must have gone horribly wrong.

“I uh... Not much Jim, I mostly just listened to her. Why, is something wrong.”

“She’s changed Sam. Just like that.” He snapped his fingers.

Oh boy, the cat is dangerously close to coming out of the bag.

“I’d pretty much given up on her. Then today she comes into my office and starts apologizing and crying and telling me all kinds of stuff that I never thought I would hear from her, and stuff I never wanted to hear from her. She’s been through a lot Sam. She said she told you everything.” He looked at me like it was a question.

I just nodded. I was pretty apprehensive at this point, I had no idea what was going through his head or how he felt about it.

“I don’t know what you did Sam or how you did it but I think I owe you a huge debt. She said you told her to talk to me and patch things up, told her not to waste time. Well she took it to heart in a big way. She’s movin’ in here next week to get away from her parents and spend time with me. I just wanted to say thank you.”

I breathed a huge sigh internally. This was good news. Jim was happy, Kristen was happier, everything was working out great.

“Just one thing Sam. She said she thinks she’s in love.” He looked at me earnestly and I think my heart actually stopped beating. “Don’t hurt my little girl Sam, or you and I are gonna tangle, and I guaranty you I’ll come out on top.”

Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! SHOOT!

I swallowed hard and tried to keep my voice under control. “Jim, the last thing I would ever want to do is hurt Kristen, or anybody else for that matter.”

“All right. I’ll take you at your word. But you better make sure she stays happy. If she’s in love with you you’d better love her back. To tell the truth I don’t know if she’s comin’ here to live with me or with you, but I don’t care. I just don’t want to lose her again.”

He got up and opened the door to leave, then turned and said “Thanks for the beer, and thank you for helping Kristen.” Then he was out the door and gone.

This was bad. This was VERY bad.

Dang it! Just try to do one little thing to help someone and BAM!, caught in a trap. I was gonna end up losing my apartment over this, I just knew it. There was no way I had enough money to move right now either. I’d be out on the street. I’d have to move in with someone, but who? I had no relatives in town, I was not going to go crawling to an ex-girlfriend, I really didn’t even have any close friends, just acquaintances.

No. I was going to have to try to salvage this situation. I keep forgetting that I can make people feel different, make them change. I would have to use this power to make Kristen be happy about not being in love with me. Right. It was my only option.

I was on edge the entire weekend and Monday I went to work in a very bad mood.

By Tuesday I was beginning to forget about the problem. There was stuff to keep me busy at work, Kristen hadn’t shown up yet and Jim hadn’t been back either, and Wednesday I had my next appointment with Chahna. I started thinking about what I would do different in that session if anything and decided I would keep things on the same tack. I thought that maybe on the fourth appointment I would ask her to lunch and see what happened.

I was cleaning up the dishes after dinner when there was a knock at the door. It all came back to me in that instant and hit me hard.

I took a few deep breaths and steeled myself to do what had to be done.

But when I opened the door it wasn’t who I was expecting and boy was that a relief.

The person at the door was a blond girl, about nineteen or twenty, average height, very pretty with a nice figure. She was wearing a blue mini dress that came to mid thigh and three inch heels. And she had a large shopping bag full of something in her left hand. She was gorgeous. I tried not to stare but I think I failed miserably.

“Can I help you?”

“Hi Sam, aren’t you going to invite me in?”

There was something really familiar about her but I just couldn’t place her. “Sure but you have me at a disadvantage. You know my name but I don’t know yours.”

“Of course you do. I’m Kristen.”

Now I had had many surprises over the last few weeks but nothing like this one.

“Wha... How... Kristen?... But...”

She smiled a smile that made my week and pushed through the open door. When she was inside she twirled in place and asked “You like?”

There was no question that I did indeed like what I saw. I was seeing Kristen for the first time. She had legs that went all the way up and then some. Nice firm C cup breasts and a very slim waist.

“What’s not to like?” I stammered. “But... where’s the rest of you?”

She laughed, and she had a wonderful laugh. “In here.” She opened the bag and pulled out some sheets of what looked like formed foam rubber. That’s when it hit me.

“A fat suit?”

“Yeah. I was serious when I told you I didn’t want to be pretty any more. I had a bank account that my parents kept full, did I tell you they have lots of money? Anyway I found a place that makes these fat suits and had this one made especially for me.”

“You are so beautiful. Just stand there and let me look at you for a minute.” She smiled again. I loved that smile. “Everything is perfect. I love your hair.” The black hair was gone and in it’s stead was neck length, full, golden blond hair.

“Thank you. This is closer to my natural color.”

I was just dumbfounded. I just stood there staring for a minute. “Kristen, I don’t even know what to say.”

She stepped closer. “Don’t say anything. Just, please listen. Just like you did Saturday.” She came very close and with her heels could almost look me straight in the eye. “I was lost Sam, until you found me. I couldn’t trust anyone. I couldn’t have relationships. I was in a miserable, self-destructive spiral. I was even thinking about committing suicide. You saved me from that.”

She started crying again but these tears were different, they were tears of joy, and I couldn’t help but get choked up myself.

“I’m yours Sam, heart and soul, if you want me. I really don’t have anyone else I can trust, even now, except my grandpa, and I owe that to you too.”

“Let me stay with you Sam, please.” Now she seemed to be pleading like a little girl begging her daddy to make the hurt better. “Let me show you how much I love you. Let me serve you. Please don’t send me away.” She was crying again.

Well what would you have done? I wrapped my arms around her and held her while she cried into my shoulder.

“Kristen, in all my wildest dreams I could never have imagined anything as wonderful as what you are telling me right now.” She squeezed me tighter and sob/sighed into my neck. “I would love for you to stay with me.”

“Oh thank you, thank you...” she started kissing my neck and repeating ‘thank you’ over and over.

I pushed her away a little, lifted her chin and gave her a tender but full kiss on the mouth. She wanted more (so did I to be honest, and I expected to get more) but I pushed her away again. There was one more thing I had to say. I had to get it out in the open now or it would come back and hurt everyone. I knew, yes, I already knew that I was going to have other women. I mean, I was a mind controller for crying out loud, and that’s what mind controllers do. Chahna was going be with me soon and I didn’t know if she would be the last.

“There is just one thing you need to know Kristen.” I looked intently into her beautiful blue eyes. “Are you listening carefully?”

She nodded.

“I may fall in love with you Kristen. I may come to love you more than life itself.” I paused. “But you won’t be the only one.”

I expected her to be repulsed, disappointed or angry. But I did not, I could not have expected what she said next.

“Oh that’s ok Sam. I know I don’t deserve to be your wife. I don’t expect you to do anything for me. I just want to be your slave girl and serve you. I can’t imagine being anything else. Please be my master and let me take care of you.” She lowered her eyes in a pose that very much reminded me of a slave.

What? These were not my instructions. Where was this coming from?

“How long have you had these kinds of feelings Kristen? How long have you wanted to be a slave girl?”

“Never. Not before last Friday. I was afraid of all men. But now I... I just can’t help myself. If I could just serve you I know it would make my life complete.”

I wondered if I had inadvertently said something while she was in the trance that might have caused this state of mind. But I couldn’t remember saying anything remotely related to slavery.

Well what else could I do? I lifted her chin so she could see my face, smiled and nodded.

Her beautiful smile exploded onto her face and she launched herself into a passionate kiss. It was awesome!

Then she pulled away and said “I’m sorry master.” She calmed herself and assumed that same pose of a slave waiting on her master’s wishes. “How can I serve you master?”

I reached out and took her hands in mine. “Tonight is not a night for service slave, tonight is a night for love. Tonight we serve each other, and you are going to allow me to show you how a man and a woman can achieve ecstasy. Tonight is your night Kristen.”

She burst into tears again and fell into my arms.

I lifted her and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her on the bed and began undressing her. First to go were the shoes. Then the zipper on the back of the dress went down. I pulled the dress from her shoulders and she pulled her arms through the shoulder straps. I peeled her dress back to reveal a matching blue bra, and continue peeling until I also saw the matching blue thong. The dress hit the floor.

I shucked my shirt and pants. Her eyes grew wide when she saw my erection straining at my briefs.

I lay down next to her, touched her face and kissed her lips. She sighed. I reached around and unclasped her bra. Pulling it away so I could gaze at her perfect breasts. Her nipples were like little bolts, like studs jutting our for something to be attached to. I attached my mouth to one. Kristen moaned and moved closer to me, pressing here breast into my mouth, grinding her nipple against my tongue. After a minute I switched to the other breast. She was mewing in time with the grinding now. I reached down an pushed the thong down. She finished removing it completely and she was completely nude. Now I knew what her natural hair color was. The hair on her head was close, but not a perfect match. I thought it would be even more beautiful when it had grown out.

I continued my ministrations of her breasts and reached down to touch her in that magical spot between her legs, she gasped. “Yes. Do that to me. Please Master, please do that to me.”

I did. She was getting near orgasm now. I stripped out of my underwear, knelt between her legs and let the tip of my erect penis touch her where my hand had been a moment before.

“Yes. Yes. Please keep doing that.” So I did.

While holding that position I took her left breast in my mouth and sucked hard.

“Unghh! Yes! Suck it!” I did. And I kept stroking her clitoris with the tip of my hard penis. She was getting close. So was I. With every stroke I was inching deeper and deeper into her warm tunnel. She was moving in time with me now, up and down, in and out, at just the right angle to stimulate her clit with every stroke. I switched to her right breast and continued sucking and stroking. She let out a little whimper with every stroke.

Suddenly she exploded. She screamed like a banshee. She was bucking and gyrating and grabbing hold of me, pressing me to her in an effort to get every last millimeter of me into her. And I was filling her. I was being drained like a tube of toothpaste being squeezed by a vise. And then it was over. We both collapsed, trying to catch our breath, and the giggling started.

“Thank you. Oh thank you Master. I knew it was supposed to be like that! I needed that so bad.”

“Baby, you’ll never need to thank me as long as you perform like that, I’ll always be in your debt.”

She laughed that wonderful laugh and we drifted off to sleep.

It was a long night and we woke and experimented several times, but we slept well when sleep took us.

When I woke up the next morning she was not in the bed. I checked the clock, six thirty; the alarm would ring in about 3 minutes. I usually got up before the alarm.

I pulled on my underwear and shuffled into the kitchen.

“Good morning Master. There is fresh coffee ready. What would you like for breakfast?” Kristen was standing in my kitchen in her bra and thong.

I poured a cup and took a sip. I nearly spit it out.

“I’m sorry, did I do it wrong?” She was so abashed it was comical.

“Yes Kristen. I’m afraid you did it wrong.” I smiled a crooked smile at her when she frowned and hung her head.

“Ok. First order of business slave. You may call me Master when we are alone but never when others might overhear. At all other times you can call me Sam. Understood?”

“Yes Master.”

“Good. Today your job is to watch, to learn how I like things done. Watch me make coffee, watch me make oatmeal, everything. Learn to please me. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master.”

“Good. Now kneel.”

She was a little surprised but she hid it well and knelt in front of me.

“Because you are such a good and willing slave I have decided you should be rewarded.”

She still had her eyes averted. I pulled my already swelling cock out of my undies and said “Look at your reward.”

She looked up and saw my now fully erect penis and let out a little mini gasp.

Last night we had tried several positions but none included oral sex. I wondered for a moment if I had gone too far, would this be the one thing she wouldn’t be able to do?

She looked tentatively up at me and I smiled and nodded. She leaned closer and kissed the tip of my organ, then tasted it with her tongue, then she slowly took about four inches into her mouth. She suckled it like a baby for a minute and then began moving it in and out of her mouth. She brought one hand into play massaging the base of my cock as she stroked.

It felt good. But something was missing. I thought about it. It was... Yes. That was it. It was too mechanical. She wasn’t enjoying it. Well I thought I could fix that.

“Give it a rest my six armed goddess.”

She stopped with my cock still filling her mouth.

“Kristen, can you hear me?”

She pulled back to answer. “Yes.”

“Are you enjoying this?”

“Only a little. Only because I’m pleasing you.”

“Ok. From now on, whenever you have my dick in your mouth it will make you feel the same as when it is in your pussy and rubbing your clit. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“When I come in your mouth you will swallow every drop and you will have an orgasm. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good. When I count down from three to zero you will wake up and be your normal self. You won’t remember going into this trancelike state or anything that happened while you were in it.”

“Three”

“Two”

“Put my dick back in your mouth.”

“One”

“Zero”

She continued her ministrations as though she had never been interrupted. But now she suddenly squeaked and moaned like she was really enjoying this. She became more enthusiastic as well.

It wasn’t long before I came. She swallowed all she could but a little dribble escaped, probably due to the fact that she was shaking and bucking uncontrollably at the time.

She continued to milk me until I was softening and I finally pulled out.

“Thank you... Master for... rewarding your slave. I never thought it could be like that.”

“I’m going to shower. Then I’ll show you how to make breakfast.”