The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Summer tied her tie-dyed purple and blue sarong around her waist and stared at it uncertainly. She enjoyed the way that it allowed her to both feel more and less clothed with only the side-tie white bikini bottoms underneath. There was still plenty of her leg visible, and she knew each step she took would give a view past the sarong. It was a thrilling thought.

Why work so hard on having a sexy body like this if I’m not going to enjoy showing it off? Without that hint of exhibitionism I’d rather take more ice cream. Summer grinned and shook her head as she slid her feet into a pair of sandals and made her way out of the hotel room.

Usually the beach was too far away for her to enjoy, but a sudden unseasonable heat wave during an already planned vacation had decided things. The beachfront hotels were empty. No one planned time on the beach when history would suggest overcast gray skies with a chance every day for rain. Even if the weather suddenly turned on its head, Summer had already convinced herself that her ocean view room would make watching the rain far more fun than it would be back at home.

Once she reached the sand, Summer pulled her feet free of her sandals and carried them instead. The warm grains tingled pleasantly between her toes. She allowed herself a moment standing still just curling her toes in the warmth and fluttering her eyes.

The day was still young but the sun overhead was already working overtime. It’s a good thing that I still had some sunscreen sitting around. Summer’s freckles, dotting most prominently across her face and across the rest of her body in small cute clusters, were dramatically darker than the pale skin surrounding them. Her red hair hung just past her shoulders, falling in loosely coiled ringlets that bounced with each step she took.

Just as the summer sun warmed the beach, so too did it highlight the vibrancy of the woman’s body. The richness of her hair shined all the brighter for the overhead sun’s loving attention. Her body was more toned and lean than curved, but the way the sun shined on her well-lotioned skin made every bit of curve she did possess all the more eye catching.

She’d hoped against hope that the beach would be more full, but it seemed that no one else had decided to take their chance with the heat wave lasting more than two days. I can’t really blame them… Any other year I would have been laughing at anyone if they told me they were doing what I’m doing.

Once she was close enough to the tide without being so close as to be concerned by it she spread out her towel and laid back to bask in the sun. After she felt comfortable her hands reached up and untied her sarong.

Summer purred lazily as she squirmed against her towel. So quickly into her day’s activities she was already feeling more rested than her whole vacation at home would have been. The sun’s warmth felt like a massage, waves of heat moving into her body to pull apart the knots that stress had pulled tight.

As lovely as it was to begin the longer she remained on the towel with her eyes closed, moaning quietly in the pleasure of the sun, the better it felt. It was as though everything from her life was abandoned. Hedonistic bliss tingled through every inch of bare skin as she absorbed more and more warm rays.

There were no soothing, distant crashing waves. Instead the sounds of the water were more muted, soft and pleasant. The only birds that the day deemed fit to allow voices carried harmonious songs instead of alarming squawks.

Mmmm… I could stay here forever… Just drift away… Mmm… A girl could learn to like not thinking and just… enjoy…

Summer’s lips twisted into a crooked, amused grin as her hips faintly wiggled. A playful part of her mind almost regretted that she couldn’t undo her top to minimize her tan lines. Even if there was no one to see it, the sun’s presence seemed scandalous enough.

Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into a near meditative state where time held no meaning at all. Her thoughts drifted from unimportant aspect of her job, to plans for the future. She pondered how it would be to see herself thusly sprawled across the beach. She imagined how the cool water would feel so soothing after she grew tired of the sun’s heat.

With nothing to hold her attention more directly, it was hardly surprising when she began to feel herself drift into the state halfway between awake and asleep.

Mmm… I hope I dream of the beach…

Her lips curled into a wider grin that was no less lazy or pleased. Just as she felt herself begin to lose her tight grasp on the world around her, something reached through the haze. It was quiet at first, and nearly impossible to hear. If it weren’t for its pitch being just sharp enough to pierce through the cloak of languid heat Summer might have drifted away without ever noticing it.

The sound gradually rose in volume, remaining pleasing and soft in equal measure with clarity. It almost sounded as though it were closing in, but hardly felt important enough to bother opening her eyes.

The every idea was so grossly offensive when the feeling of lounging back and forgetting about the world was so sweetly appealing. Still, it grew louder, and in time began to dominate the other sounds of her environs. It followed a pattern, the same few lovely notes, then the next set, before looping back to the first. It was playfully flirtatious and yet demanding all the same.

That’s… Mmm… a pretty sound… Is it someone… Singing…?

Summer groaned lazily as she squirmed against her towel. The longer that she listened, the more that the song seemed to tug at her attention. She could feel her ears physically responding, bending the faintest bit towards the direction of the sound.

It wasn’t a tone or a technique she could ever recall hearing before. Something about it felt too rhythmic and perfect. It almost sounded… wet.

Mmm it’s like the feeling of drifting, floating, but… I can… hear it… Mmmm inside…

Summer groaned and fell all the more limp against her towel as the sound intensified through simple repetition. It was simpler than the ringtone she kept on the cellphone she’d left back in the hotel room, but infinitely more satisfying. Instead of desiring to rush to it and slam the pick-up button she wanted to see how long it would last.

There seemed to be layers to the song, as though there were multiple instruments within a single voice that were playing with another. They danced, side to side across her hearing, and with each wave of sound that moved from one side of her to the other she felt a dizzy peacefulness weigh heavier through her body. It was almost as though the sound itself were staying behind, wet and heavy as it soaked her like a strip of cloth and held her down.

She had no greater desire to rise than before, so the further difficulty did nothing to harshen the moment. If anything, it felt as though it were incentivizing remaining still. The longer she listened, the harder it became for her to move.

If I… MmMmmm… Listen long enough? I might not be able to move away at all…

For a moment her own thought brought her body to a painful level of tense, but it gave her no greater control over her leaden body. A moment later the song washed that away, and her grin returned to its calmer state.

There was no need to be concerned when it felt so good to savor each moment.

There was no need to be concerned when she couldn’t remember how to be concerned.

There was every need to listen, and to softly moan in rhythm with the song as it filled her deeper and deeper with submissive eddies and obedient currents. The melody swelled within her, a wave rising ever higher but with no rocks to break its path. It felt as though if allowed it would be endless. The sound would never end, and Summer would remain on that beach, shifting her hips and moaning in drenched abandon.

Even the very idea itself began to darken the crotch of her bikini.

Oooh I just want… mmm this to go on… oooh… f-forever… Th-the sun… th-the song… Mmmnnnnn… T-take me and never give me back…

Her teeth closed around her bottom lip. It was hard to shift her body in the faintest of upwards directions, but it was all too easy to squeeze her thighs together. It was all too easy to feel each note of the song brush against her nipples as that wet feeling flowed into her ears.

Thoughts sloshed through her dizzy mind as Summer’s head lolled side to side. The pleasure was more and more intense, and without the ability to arch her hips as though to press herself lewdly against the sound it was all she could do.

It teased, even as it fulfilled desires that Summer had never thought herself to have.

Then something changed.

As though instruments had suddenly shifted, or she’d learned to hear a quieter more subtle melody within the enveloping lyrical harmony there were suddenly words. They were beyond language. They were beyond spoken words. It was not that the song had lyrics. It was that the sounds were being used to fill her mind with slick-wet meaning. Her head felt like it contained its own ocean, and the song filled it with new ideas like a woman lowering new fish into a pond.

She found herself compelled to sing along with the few words she could still grasp within her own mind. It felt clumsy and crude to use such solid, static words next to the song’s shapeless flexibility, but she could give it no less and found herself incapable of any more.

Rise, rise… Mmmm Rise… surrender to the waves... rise… surrender forever more…

Without being consciously aware, Summer began to hum along with the simplest aspect of the melody. She was equally unaware as her body began to rise up from the sand. It was still heavy, loaded down with hot waves that melted all they passed through, but that same weight was what pulled her first to her knees and then to her feet.

Her eyes opened, but it was not Summer who used them to see.

The song saw through her eyes, and the melody kept her balance as she took step after step slowly towards the edge of the beach.

C-cooold… Nnn… f-follow… follow the song… yield… your self… o-obey the song… Give it all that you are…

Water slowly rose past Summer’s ankles, and then to her thighs. In her obedient mind, her eyes were still closed. She saw nothing but the imagery of the waves crashing through her mind. Soon even the cool wet feeling of the water drifted away as she felt only the water within herself that suffocated her free will. Only then could she feel that she had long since begun to drown, but her neck was still well above the ocean’s edge.

The waves guided her hands down to her hips, and she tugged spiritlessly at the ties that held her bikini in place. It drifted away into the water, lost and forgotten, revealing a downy tuft of red fuzz just above her flushed lower lips.

Water brushed her shoulders, and her hands moved behind her back. Much like her bottoms before, her top floated away as the sight of her pink nipples came into view. The cool water would have stiffened them into hard prominent nubs had the sun and song not done so sufficiently long ago.

The water teased under her chin, and Summer shuddered. Some small glimmer of her inner self struggled to breech the wave with just her lips to fill her lungs with something other than the dominance of the waves.

I-if I k-keep… keep… going… I’ll never… I’ll never go… I’ll never go back…

Summer hesitated. Her foot felt nothing in front of her, and even the pull of the song did nothing to keep her moving. She wasn’t freed from its embrace, but she could do nothing to move towards what felt like an endless abyss that opened before her.

Sea-blue hair crested past the water, as did a pair of coral pink lips. Pearl green eyes stared at Summer’s nude form, as below the waves a rainbow scaled tail slid side to side like a predatory cat.

Wh-what is… what is… where am… I… I… don’t… want…?

Panic desperately begged Summer to turn and flee. The precipice felt as symbolic as it was literal. She turned her head, and tried to lift herself from the ground to swim. She found herself able to turn, but only in time for a red leather collar to seal around her neck and tug her back against the body of the seductive songstress.

Coral pink lips pressed to her ear, and Summer screamed impossibly loud as she felt herself drown. There was no struggling against that. There was no resisting the demand to drown. There was no resisting the allure to give everything to the song.

Her eyes softened as she went limp only to float without thought against the woman who tugged the leash that matched her collar.

Just as the collar around her neck was leather, the woman wore a black shark-leather bodice. Her arms were decorated with discrete sleeves of the same material, etched with strange shapes and runes that pulsed in time with her song.

When Summer finally ceased to shudder and shake her captor grinned. With a hand tightly holding her leash, the other fondled along her chest. She tugged and twisted at her nipples, tugging and pinching until the gasps that came from Summer’s throat were hoarse and weak. Satisfied, her hand at last moved between her legs, finger delving deep past her wet folds as the song became coarser, harsher.

Summer screamed again, a voiceless scream, as the color of her eyes poured down along her cheeks and washed away as she was pulled deep under the water.

Slits on her neck parted as her captor swam ahead, tugging her limp body along by the leather strap.

Summer was never dry again.