The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“So you said that the city about twenty miles from here is called Dolores? Can you tell me anything about it?” Slowly I twirl one of the tails my hair is tied in around my fingers and give my best flirtatious smile. With a bra this good and cleavage that low, it’s the perfect look to get what you want—especially when what you want is just a little bit of good old information exchange.

Fluids might be nice later, but for now, information.

The pretty girl sitting beside me at the bar blushes and stares into her drink. She probably thinks she’s clever using her peripheral vision to get a glance down my top—but it’s not as if I mind either way. I arch into her eyes and she obviously forces a grin. “Dolores, it’s an okay place . . . Has a bit of a crime problem, though.”

“Oh . . .? Tell me more . . .” I take a long, slow sip from my glass and luxuriously lick my lips afterwards. “I like to travel, a lot, so I like to know about interesting spots. A little danger never scares me away . . .”

“Well . . . It has a decent Spanish speaking population . . . But there is a lot of theft in the area. A lot of people think it’s just silly romanticism, but there’s even a gang called La Oscuridad that steals only from thieves. Of course, there’s also a larger amount of people who claim they’re just thieves with a good cover. A thief is a thief, right?” Her big green eyes actually land at my chest as she takes a long drink and that rosy color finally dominates her face.

There are few things as adorable as a sweet, small, blushing strawberry blonde with big green eyes practically falling into my cleavage. Of course, the shining silver pendant helps with that, but any advantage is an advantage.

Sighing, I lean back on the stool and take a long, slow sip. Luckily, practicing to seem like a lush has allowed me a greater alcohol tolerance so that I can use this for manipulation and not end up manipulated.

It also helps to get weaker drinks than the girl you’re seducing.

I bat my lashes at her, letting the long black lashes cutely obscure the icy blues underneath for merely a moment before leaning towards her. “Sounds . . . Interesting. But something tells me there’s a hotter detail to know . . . Like . . . Something about a pretty girl that can fly? Use a little flame now and then? Huh?”

“I uh . . . Yeah, there’s a woman in Dolores like that . . . I think. I’ve never really been there, just hear rumors and I don’t pay them an awful lot of mind . . . I generally have more important things to . . . do . . .” Her cute attempt at a line would make me roll my eyes if I wasn’t wrapping her around my finger. This way, it’s just cute. “Like . . . Pretty girls with pretty blue eyes that I’d like to get to know a lot . . . better . . .?”

“Awww, you’re going to make me blush . . .” Giggling, I finish my drink with a quick swig and sweetly smile. “And blushing is only good around certain lips . . .”

A tremor shoots down her body, and I sinuously arch out towards her, giggling a little more as she has to blink her eyes to weaken how tightly they’re hooded. “What did you say your name was, anyway . . .?”

“My name is Lucia . . . Lucia Colloten . . . Want to come back to my hotel room and make it a name you’ll never forget?” My grin is too wide to ignore, to crooked to hide, and frankly, too devious to deny. It’s the kind of grin that melts knees and minds with equal measure.

Or if it’s not, this pretty little thing seems to think so.

“But don’t tell me your name . . . I want to figure it out from how you taste.”

Not being your self really allows you to go all out in a new persona. Sure, it’s strange seeing a woman who looks like a total stranger looking back at you, but I’ve dealt with that before. It’s surprisingly easy to get used to.

It’s even easier to get used to waking up next to gorgeous naked women strewn out from a long night of lovemaking.

Savoringly, I run my fingertips along the curves of her breasts and give them a nice firm squeeze. She wakes up with a loud moan, and her legs clamp around the knee I’ve pressed up against the wetness between her thighs. “Good morning, my hot to trot little strawberry . . .”

Her eyes hood as soon as they’ve begun to open and her nipples tighten as I give them both a nice firm twist. I love a good pair of tits in the morning. Hers are the sweet kind with just enough of them to knead and large nipples that turn into hot tasty little diamonds with enough encouragement, and take on the sweetest chocolate color.

Milk chocolate of course, but what chocolate is creamier?

“Mmmm . . . Not that hot to trot . . . You were the one who got me drunk . . .” She’s right, but only half right. She was on her way, I just shoved her over the edge and drowned her in her drink of choice. Lucky for me she was wearing a white t-shirt. “So, Lucia . . . Mmm . . . What’s next?”

I raise my eyebrows at her and slowly rub over the tips of her nipples. Her back arches hard to press her chest out towards me and I grin as her thighs noticeably shudder. “For me . . .? Or for you . . .? That depends, a lot . . . Because I don’t stay in one place for very long sweetheart. I can’t. I like the open road too much, far too much . . . Sorry . . .”

She looks disappointed but I can’t say I can blame her. By the way her body was just slightly too sensitive and maybe a little bit too ticklish I could tell she hadn’t had any good or even vaguely decent sex in a long time. She probably even grew a crush on me . . .

And I can’t even remember if she ever told me her name.

“No, I knew that much last night . . . Mmm did I . . . but do you have to leave right away? The hotel isn’t going to kick you out right away, and I wouldn’t mind paying for another night . . . I can take you out to dinner . . .” She’s trying to act shy and nervous, and she just may be, but its hard to take that seriously when she’s grinding her warm wet sex against my leg. “Could make it worth your while to take your time . . .”

Cute as this lovely little piece of girl flesh really is I can’t risk any attachments. I have too much work to get done, and my final destination is far too important to be swayed off course by a pretty strawberry blonde with a sweet sugar tang taste. “No, sweetie. I need to get myself a nice long shower and head out to Dolores. I have appointments to keep . . .”

Slowly I pull back and lay beside her, stroking my fingertips slowly over the curves of her breasts and quivering at her softest of sounds. She has such an expressive face . . . She isn’t the first random woman I’ve met in a bar to help cure my loneliness, but each of them has something that stands out about them and makes them special. Each of those special traits makes them a girl that deserves better than the embrace of a woman’s alter ego, but at least I can give them a night on the edge of paradise.

She smiles half sadly and kisses my shoulder before draping herself across me. Her warm soft breasts melt against mine and I savor feeling along the curves of her back in a lingering caress. What I wouldn’t give for impulse control strong enough so I could have another go and still manage to leave.

“I understand . . . You be careful, all right? Mmm, I’ve never done anything like that before, well, with a woman I’ve barely met . . . Will I ever see you again?” Her eyes glitter like tiny jewels and I don’t lack a drop of enjoyment in what comes next. “Even if it’s just for another fling, I would love to see you again and . . . reminisce.”

Grinning, I slowly roll her over onto her back with my hands gently grasping her wrists. She gasps as I pin her down and grind my body against hers, melting our bodies together in slick sweat and sex. My pendant dangles in front of my breasts, and her eyes stare between the three of them embarrassedly struggling to find the will to glance up into my eyes. I can hardly blame her, and the attention makes my nipples feel noticeably tighter.

Gradually I start my body swinging, careful to note just the way my pendant is catching the light. If I ever get my nipples turning silver again, I’ll definitely need to do the same with just the two of them for the added effect. When it works just right I can make a girl’s eyes lock on the pendant and with just a little bit of verbal coaxing . . .

“Next . . . I want you to watch the pretty light reflecting off of my pendant . . . How’s that sound, sweetie? Just stare at my pendant in front of my breasts . . . And I promise that you’ll be seeing a lot of me in your dreams . . . " Her body noticeably slackens as she watches . . .

For just a split moment I see her wavering, and I can so easily feel which questions might be on her mind. Does she want to look away? Does she think that this is strange, and it should stop before it goes out of hand? Was I just a good lay and now anything more is just too much?

“What’re you doing . . .?”

“Shhh . . .” I cup my hand at her cheek, and continue to sway. My thumb traces a slow and tender spiral in counterpoint to the bright swaying, and as she takes a deeply relaxed shuddery breath I know she won’t fight me for long. “I’m just helping you feel a little better . . . and giving you something to remember me by. Take a deep breath, and just imagine that light hanging in front of my breasts like the sun through a magnifying glass . . . Burning up all of the bad things of the world, cleansing it all away in the perfect way that only the sun can for pretty little girls with pretty little smiles and tired minds . . .”

Her eyes noticeably glass, and her chest rises and falls more slowly, but also more shakily in that limp unfocused way I’ve grown to love. Her lips quiver, and for a moment I can practically hear her telling me just what’s wrong with what I’m saying before it just slides away. Each girl gets another image to melt away to, and each girl has a different set of mental defenses to melt . . .

“You’re a pretty flower, sweetheart . . . A gorgeous flower with gloriously soft, luxurious petals . . . Your body is a sacred gift to the world, and your smile makes those who behold it feel blessed. Just share your blessing with me and melt back . . . Just let my magnifying glass burn away all of the nasty bugs that would eat away at your magnificence . . . Burn away all of your stress and worries . . . Leaving you feeling cherished . . .”

Some poor girls you’ll meet in a bar just want to be cradled like precious innocent flowers. All it takes to make them feel special is to know that you can see what makes them beautiful and unique—and to let them know that you don’t think that us because they want sex that makes them bad. Innocence doesn’t fade away when legs part.

“Cherished . . . ?” Her voice is shocked, confused, and maybe even a little worried. I don’t blame her, but it stings me when a beautiful girl needs to feel that. I don’t pause my stroking, but I do slowly cease my swaying to let the beam of light focus just right onto her face.

“Cherished, sweetheart . . . Cherished like the lovely woman you are . . . A lovely woman who yearns for the light of the sun to do more than just cleanse, but nourish and nurture . . . Cradle and caress . . . You can feel the light, the sweetly silvery light shining into you . . . Filling a part of you that you didn’t know was empty, that you didn’t know was there . . . Can’t you? I want to give that to you, sweetheart . . . I want to fill that empty, vulnerable, beautifully tired part of you with sweet sunlight, so you can grow, thrive, and sparkle in the next morning dew . . .”

Her body so close to mine, I can feel as parts of her tense and then relax away in unknowing submission. A part of me worries how easy this must be for those with less noble desires, but at least this time it’s the right side stroking at the inner thighs of a woman’s mind. “Voice . . . Feels so good . . . Wanna sparkle . . .”

Just a small part of her voice takes on a nearly childlike quality—a warm voice, a soft and delicate cadence, and a desire to please—that melts my heart and makes my eyes tear up. If I can only have one night and one morning with this angel, I want to make sure it’s a night that will make her heaven shine all the brighter for it.

“Oh and you already do sparkle . . . Everything I’m doing right now is only to accentuate your natural glow . . . Your natural beauty . . . There is nothing wrong with you, all I want to do is help you see that, and help you be all of you that you can . . . To embrace that beautiful flower you are and keep it safe forever, because if it was ever lost the world would be a sadder place for it . . .”

It’s difficult to sniffle silently, but I think that over the last few months I’ve mastered it. Just feeling her mind’s tender defenses part for my soothing voice and seeing the smile on her face, and feeling her own dew as she melts . . . There’s no way this could be sexual, or only sexual. This transcends that . . .

“You sparkle so brilliantly . . . Take a deep breath and feel how deeply you sparkle, sweetheart . . . Feel your natural sparkle pulsing deep inside of you, right along with your pulse . . . Right along with mine. Feel how they match up and how they differ, feel the way our bodies touch . . . . Each sensation pulls us closer and closer together, and opens our bodies and minds more to the other, more to the world that surrounds us . . . So that we can turn from two . . . To one. Not because either of us is less than a whole, but because we can become something together . . .”

Her breath shudders out of her chest in just the right way for her nipples to quiver at the small, nearly unperceivable bounces of her breasts. The temptation to just latch and suckle is there, but that would ruin a sacred moment that I could never get back again no matter how much I might try—and that would be inexcusable.

She tries to speak, but I press my fingertip to her lips and slowly shake my head. Her eyes hood more and take on a look of acceptance. “Hush sweetheart . . . Let me take care of everything. Let me take care of every worry before you know you have it, let me soothe every sore bit before it’s been abused . . . Let me cleanse and rejuvenate your mind . . . Open yourself to me, sweetheart . . . Entrust yourself to me, just say one word, just one . . . Just ‘please’ and I’ll know you’re surrendering your fear, your doubt, your regrets . . . And just letting me make you more you . . .”

I pull my finger back, and she shakily whispers out just one word . . . and it’s all I need.

“Close your eyes . . .” And she does. Such a perfect subject, I’d been slipping small words into her from the moment I met her, not too much as to be cruel, but not so little as to make my future work difficult or undesirably hard. There’s no harm in preparing someone for what they’ll be craving. That’s just polite.

Slowly I run my fingertips over her wrists, and she hisses in a sharp pleasured breath. “Relax, sweetie . . . Just relax . . . and feel every little place I touch being melted and soothed . . . Feel every inch of your skin, every inch of your body, every thought in your mind being reborn and coaxed to its highest point of bliss . . . Feel my touch revitalizing you, my desire for you to thrive tying you to the very life of the universe, the very dream of reality . . . Take a deep breath, drift on my caress, and let me take care of you . . .”

She nods, and it’s almost too much of a nod for me to feel comfortable that she’s melted, but I’ve had women this thoroughly melted speak in perfect sentences so a nod isn’t that far out there. My fingertips feel along the smooth muscles of her arms, over the joints of her elbows, her shoulders . . . Along the smooth curves of her neck, the features of her adorable face, through her scalp . . .

And then down, along her sides, along her ribs and very tenderly over her breasts, over that adorable tummy, tenderly over her hips and her thighs, over her knees and her calves, over her ankles, her feet, and each sweet little toe one, by one, by one.

Slowly I roll her over onto her front and repeat the touches over every neglected region, kissing over her back for good measure and massaging tenderly at what knots from her back my novice skill is actually enough to treat.

Whenever I do this I feel somehow as sacred as the girl I’m touching. When my fingers part her lower lips and massage inside of her as my lips caress her ears I can feel the peace of mind that wont leave when I will. I can feel her clench around me with confidence, and the pure appeal of her sex is tempered by the loveliness of her nature, the way I can feel that even now, spread open by a woman she barely knows, she is still an innocent and beautiful flower the like of which I will never see quite precisely enough again.

A fingertip lazily traces around her clit, and I kiss her ear with each little gasp and whimper. “I want you to know how beautiful you are, how sexy you are . . . And every time you doubt yourself, just feel my finger like the touch of a dream, savoring you . . . and you’ll feel this touch coaxing you to your best, letting you find the woman you truly crave . . . After all, pretty little flowers just wilt in the icky bar scene, you need to be in a green house for just the right green thumb . . .”

To accentuate my point, I press my thumb into the hot nub of her desire and she lets out a sharp cry, somehow mustering the will to grind herself firmly against the touch. “Yesssss . . . Dream touch . . . Mmmm . . . Green house . . . Green thumb . . .”

Her ass wiggles, just enough there to tenderly jiggle and be shaped just like a dream would be shaped, grinding more and more, dripping more and more with each passionate moment. “Let my touch fill you with the nutrients to find your desires, to find your fulfillment, and to . . . bring you unfathomable pleasure . . .”

Maybe meeting Lida was a bad influence on me, or maybe just getting to cut loose was, but I’ve never spoken more poetically in my life since I started seducing and savoring women like this.

“Luuuuuci-uh!” Her thighs pulse as my thumb rubs harder, and I nip all over both of her ears tugging at the sweet hanging flesh at their lowest. Grinding against her, feeling her press back against me makes me feel just as slick as she, and I can feel myself clenching in rhythm with her. Two women becoming one whole for this one experience, to better us both . . .

“We may never meet again like this, but I will be in your dreams every lonely night, every time you need to know how precious you are . . . As long as you remember me, the dreams will remember . . . You . . .”

“Forever!” She screams at the top of her lungs, and clenches hard around the two fingers I’ve slid deep inside of her, and I can feel her deep acceptance of my words as she clenches and bursts . . . Flowing and clenching hard and then slowly more and more exhaustedly as she drifts into afterglow. . . “Forever . . .”

“Good girl . . . My pretty little sweetheart . . . You can stay here till you feel like moving, I’ve paid for the room through the night just for you . . . Farewell dear one . . .” I kiss the top of her head and pull away, stroking my own tenderness and feeling the sweet results.

As much as I’d love to join her, that’s not what either of us really wants or needs. That was too sacred to demean, or to think more of it could be captured.

A quick shower, quickly getting dressed to sneak out and hop on my bike and away to Dolores . . . Leaving my adorable conquest to savor her bliss is harder than it sounds, but I can do it knowing that she’ll wake up fully in a few hours ready to take on her life without needing to resort to a dive like I’d drop into between cities.

My leotard is clinging just a bit too tightly this morning, or maybe I’m yearning for a bit of that savoring afterglow myself. Either way, the rumbling of my sweet silver Ducati’s engine under me is enough to softly stimulate me as I start my ride into unfamiliar territory.

La Oscuridad, whether you’re a gang of vigilantes or a gang of criminals praying on innocent romanticism, I’ll find out the truth . . . And hopefully do a little bit of good myself in the process.

A part of me groans at the thought. An old voice in my head who remembers who I used to be can’t help but pipe up and interrupt my bliss with just five words.

No good deed goes unpunished.