The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I couldn’t help but think again how much I hated that man. The thought came to me again as I was bent over my desk getting banged from behind by my now ex-husband. It wasn’t my ex that I was thinking about, even though I hated him too. He was a bastard overall, which is why I left him when I finally could, but even more of a bastard for continuing to take advantage of my situation. No, the man I was thinking of at the moment was the man who made me what I am today.

To most people I am an attractive 32 year old woman trying to climb the executive ranks at my company. Although 32, I am still in peak physical condition. I run several miles every day to keep myself thin, and lift weights periodically to keep up my strength. The running is a little hard, but with the right sports bra I can keep my breasts from moving too much. I wear a size DD bra, even though that is almost too small for me. I wish I could just buy a treadmill to keep my running indoors, but that goes against what I am.

My ex finally came to climax, bringing us both pleasure since I now will cum anytime a man inside me does. He let me up off of my desk, and instinctively I went on my knees to clean off his penis with my mouth. Once he was done, he thanked me, set an appointment for two weeks, and left. As I put my clothes back on, sans bra since my ex left with it, I started thinking for the millionth time about how this all started.

It was 13 years ago, back in college. I was a sophomore at State University, majoring in business. Only a month into the semester, I was struggling with the physics course I was required to take. On my last night working alone on homework, I spent 3 hours doing some homework for the course. This work would have taken 20 minutes had I understood the material. When I was done I let out a little sigh of relief, followed by a little cry. My then boyfriend, and future ex, had been over at my place watching TV.

I went over to set next to my boyfriend on the couch. I nestled up against him under his arm, and started to cry a little. He was so sweet back then, just letting me pour my emotions out on him without asking anything for a while. Finally, when I had calmed down some, he finally asked, “Is it the Physics class? Having problems again?”

“Yes.” I answered him. “I can’t believe this class is so hard for me. I’ve kept my 4.0 over the last year and a half. I can’t let this be the class to bring that down, but I can’t drop it either. It’s a requirement for the degree.”

“I know.” He replied. “I wish there was something I could do to help, but you know that stuff is as much a mystery to me as it is to you, probably even more so for me. I never liked any of those sciences things. That’s why I’m majoring in Art History.”

He smiled after that. He knew what I thought of his degree plan, how it was worthless. He was lucky though, his father had business connections in the real world, so that getting a job was never thought to be a problem for him. The only requirement his father had given him was getting a college degree, or else he was on his own.

We sat in silence for a little while longer, just watching the TV, when he started offering suggestions. “I know what you could do. You could always schedule more time with the professor or a T.A. during their office hours or something.”

I just rolled my eyes at him. “I’ve already told you I can’t do that. All of the assistants, as well as the professor, creep me out. They always seem to be just checking me out whenever looking at me. Especially my legs. I guess it’s the one good time I’m only an ‘A’ cup, or else I’d have another set of issues I’d have to deal with. Let’s just leave it that I wouldn’t want to spend any time alone with any of them.”

“Ok.” He replied, then suddenly “Why don’t you get someone from the class to tutor you?” he suggested.

I replied, “I’d love to, but I don’t have the money.”

“Well, I’m sure some of the people in there have started study groups and such, just join in on one of those?”

“I can’t. I’ve tried that already. The only groups that would take me are ones that wouldn’t help me. The groups that could help don’t want me because I won’t add anything to the group.”

“How about just a study partner then? A little one on one ‘study’ time would probably do you the most good.” He said, with kind of a knowing grin.

“I know what you are thinking, that that’s bad and all, but look, I’m sure there are at least a few of those little nerdy types in that class, willing to help a pretty girl like yourself. Just put on a little make up, and do your hair like I know you can, and catch one of those guys after class. You could be just a little flirty when asking for help, and BOOM, there you are, free tutor for the semester.”

“No way. I am NOT going to, in essence, ‘whore’ myself out to some nerd just to pass a class!”

“Ok, fine. Just remember, I’ll be at home all summer while you can stay here to take that class over during the summer term.” he replied, giving me that bid grin I loved so much.

He left it alone after that. It took me all of one week to accept his idea. The next two assignments were even worse than the ones before. So over the next two classes I started checking out which of the guys in class I should start snuggling up to to get my study partner. I had it narrowed down to two guys, John and Sam. So the next morning I woke up a little early, did my makeup up a little more than normal, but not too much, and got my hair fixed up. I was going to sit next to whoever I saw first.

When I got to class, Sam already has someone sitting on each side of him, but there was one open seat next to John. Now I know I should have waited for Sam. But at the time, I made a bee line for the seat next to John, and sat there through the whole class before I started talking to him.

It didn’t take long really. After that first class, I had a study date set for the following Wednesday. It turned out John was a pretty good tutor. His help was invaluable for the upcoming test we had. Over the next couple of months we ended up meeting 2-3 times a week for our study sessions.

I could tell John was getting more than a little interested in me. I was walking a fine line during the study sessions, trying to be nice enough for him to keep wanting to help me, but not lead him on directly. The problems really started after the one session I agreed to go with him for ice cream. We sat and talked for about an hour. It was very pleasant, but nothing more. At least, it was nothing more to me. To John, it was the beginning of our dating relationship. From then our study sessions were no longer at the library, but either at his dorm building, or a casual restaurant around town.

The problems really started at the end of the semester. I had just gotten done with the final exam, leaving the room in a rather good mood because I thought I had pretty much aced the test. John was waiting just outside the building. Waiting for me it turned out.

He asked, “Hey Arianna, how do you think you did?”

“I think I did great. Thanks again for all your help these past months. I don’t think I could have done it without you.” I answered.

“You are welcome. It was my pleasure.” He responded. I noticed now that he was starting to sweat pretty badly. I knew what was coming, and was already trying to think of the nicest way to let him down. I couldn’t help but cringe a little as he asked, “Now that the semester is pretty much over, what do you say we go out and celebrate tonight? Drinks and dinner on our first official date, no studying involved!”

He looked like a little proud puppy just then, but I had to let him down and stop the charade. “I’m sorry John. I’m not really interested in you like that. I really do appreciate the help though. Can we just be friends?”

His face changed in the blink of an eye. He muttered something along the lines of “OK”, turned and almost ran off. It must have been completely embarrassing for him, with other people walking by while it happened. Again, on the one hand I felt bad, but on the other, knowing that I had just aced the Physics exam, I wanted to go home and celebrate with my boyfriend as fast as I could!

I had only been home for about 20 minutes with my boyfriend when there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and a somewhat large man barged his way into my place. I recognized him immediately as John’s roommate Brady. I was about to say something, and my boyfriend was already on his feet to put this guy back in his place when we both froze.

There was no other word for it; we both just stopped moving completely. Brady shut the front door then said, “Now there’s no reason to stand on my account, why don’t the two of you just have a seat on the couch while I make myself comfortable.”

Without any help from me, my body started walking over to the couch, and took a seat. My boyfriend and I both looked at each other in stun silence. That was when my head started going crazy, feeling like a thousand ants were crawling all around it.

At that point, Brady smiled. “I see you are feeling a little weird. Don’t worry about that, that’s just me trying to figure out what’s going on with you two. See, I’m John’s roommate. I think John is a pretty good guy, but has a tendency to allow himself to get taken advantage of. So right now, I’m just trying to figure out why you two would want to shit all over a guy like that.”

I tried to say something, but all I could get out was “Bu.. BU..”

“Shut up Bitch!” Brady yelled. Then, the annoyance in my head started getting even worse. After a while the buzzing stopped. But I still couldn’t move. We seemed to just sit there in silence for a while with Brady just sitting there. Finally he started talking again. “I see how it is. You just needed a little help with your class. So instead of hiring a tutor you decided to go a different way. ‘Whore yourself out’ you said huh? Well, I guess we can do a little something about that.

“Ok, here are the ground rules. From now on, you really are a whore. Well, more specifically a cheap whore.” He said, his smile growing a little around the edges as he spoke. “By cheap, I mean real cheap. From now on, any man willing to pay will get what he wants from you. A hand job will cost $5, oral sex $10, and a full sex package is $20 an hour. In fact, you won’t have sex with anyone unless they are willing to pay you. The only thing that will be free is for men to feel you up. You will allow any man to touch you however they wish, and forever how long they want. One other thing, I know your boyfriend loves you very much, but he is a little frustrated by your unwillingness to experiment sexually. Let’s see how he likes you as the local slut, willing to do anything he wants for a price. You two will stay together however. In fact, you will continue dating, and even get married after college, staying married for at least ten years.”

As he was going through this, I was reeling in horror. I could feel the changes happening in my mind. I knew that for twenty bucks, I would be any man’s wet dream.

“Now there is one last thing before I go. Why don’t you stand up and take off your clothes.”

Against my will, I stood up, and started doing exactly as he wanted. Once naked, I stepped out into the middle of the room.

“Ok then, let’s see what we have to work with here. You are already in fine shape, so we will have to keep that up. You will continue to work out and eat healthily. No need to be an ugly fat whore.” He chuckled to himself at that, but continued. “The only things I can see that need changing will be your sensitivity, and breast size.” He turned to look at my boyfriend. “Hey buddy, close your eyes for a second. Ok, now open them. Take a look at your girl here, and tell me what you think.”

I couldn’t move. When my boyfriend’s eyes were shut, I felt a large amount of tingling around my breasts and pussy. Once he opened his eyes, it all stopped. His mouth gaped open with an “Oh my God!” coming from his lips. “Her breasts are a little large, but OH MY GOD!”

Brady told me to turn and look at the mirror by the front door. My body had been transformed almost instantly. My stomach had gone from a little paunchy, to flat and firm, with my waist pulled in to give me more of that hourglass shape. But none of that compared to my breasts. They had been an A cup ever since high school, but now were almost as large as a pair of soccer balls.

Brady started again, “Yeah, you are right buddy. We don’t need them to be obscenely large, just very large.” And at that, my breasts shrank down almost immediately to the large double D size I’ve known them as ever since. “Oh, and one other thing. Watch this.” Brady said. He walked over to me, leaned over and breathed lightly on my nipple.

I started screaming, wanting to move but forced to stay completely still by whatever Brady was doing. “OH SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!” I screamed. The pleasure was almost overwhelming. Then he stuck his hand out and began massaging my clit. I almost fainted from the orgasm that enveloped me.

“You see,” Brady started, “I wanted to make sure you were a good little whore. From now on your body is extremely sensitive to sexual arousal. You didn’t need to be lying there while a guy is doing you. This is to make sure you are full and active participant.”

He started to go towards the door. As he opened it, he turned to me and made one last statement. “By the way, in case you were thinking no one would find out about this, there are two last changes for you. One, you will get a job at the closest strip joint around, and get a job there as a dancer for the next year. You’d be amazed at how many people will proposition you in there. Who knows, you might get some regular clients out of it. Also, for after your dancing job, I think that every once in a while, randomly, you will offer your services to the nearest guy. Sometimes it might be two guys in a row, sometimes it won’t be for six months, but you will offer, and if they accept then you are theirs until they want to stop paying. I hope you enjoy your screwing around, since you are done screwing around with John.”

At that he stepped outside and closed the door. I was still standing in the middle of the room, completely naked. I started to cry as I turned to my boyfriend. I thought that of anyone I knew, he was the one most likely to help me through this predicament. Maybe find a way out, or at the very least be a good man and be a shoulder to cry on when I needed it.

However, this was not the case. As soon as we were free to move, and I turned to face him, he reached behind himself. He pulled out his wallet, got $10 out, held it up to me and said, “I know you used to hate this, but I’ve always wanted one, so get on your knees and blow me good!”

I started to cry as I walked towards him, took his money and got on my knees. To my horror my body responded to his pleasure with pleasure of its own. That was when I learned the last of the changed that had been made to me. When he came in my mouth, my body shuddered with another orgasm. I learned then that the touch of a man’s cum anywhere on me was one of my orgasmic turn ons.

I would remember this over and over as one of the full contact dancers at the strip club. No less than 100 men over the next year came on my body in the club alone. Many more would come in and on me outside the club.

THE END!!