The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I hurried down the corridor, and punched the doorbell. I knew it was silly—it saved, what, ten seconds when I was already half an hour late—but being late always does that to me.

After a long wait that was maybe fifteen seconds, the doctor opened the door. “Sorry I’m late, Dr. Molyneux—the bus didn’t show up and I my cell phone signal kept cutting out when I tried to call—.”

“It’s all right. And please call me Elaina.”

“It’s the lab coat,” I remarked. “It just says ‘Doctor’.”

“I’m still trying to juggle ‘I’m a friend; relax’ and ‘I’m a trained professional; you’re in good hands’.” She grinned. “That last comment ought to shift the balance back toward ‘friend’.”

I laughed, and followed her as she stepped back into the room.

The chair was set up the same as before, facing the big flatscreen monitor. “Anyway, sit down and relax. Let me start up the system, and we can begin.”

I settled into the recliner and leaned back. The tension I’d built up stewing at the bus stop and trying to call in to apologize for running late faded away. I closed my eyes and waited.

“Yes... just like that. Slow deep breaths... lie back... relax....”

After a while, Elaina’s voice spoke again. “Do you feel ready, Suzette?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Remember our discussion after the last session? I asked if you were willing to try something more sophisticated, and you agreed. Do you still want to go ahead with that?”

I nodded again.

“And I mentioned that I’d want you to stay here overnight after we finished so I could monitor your responses. Is that all right, Suzette?”

Another nod.

“Very good.” I felt something brushing my hair, and then the spring-loaded contacts pressed into place around the sides and back of my head.

There was a slight tingling along my scalp. I didn’t remember anything like that from the earlier sessions. I wasn’t quite sure I felt it now, really. It didn’t matter; the voice was speaking again.

“We’re almost ready to begin, Suzette. This time, when you open your eyes you will see something more interesting than the geometric diagrams we used for the first round of testing. It will occupy your entire attention, even more completely than the images I showed you earlier. You will be aware of nothing but the image and the sound of my voice explaining it to you.”

For a moment, I was aware of nothing but my own breathing, once, twice, three times.

“Open your eyes, Suzette.”

I saw a bed with two nightstands at the sides. On it two women were sleeping, both in the nude.

“This is a painting by Gustave Courbet called ‘The Sleepers’. See what a beautiful scene it is, a nice comfortable bedchamber shared by two lovely ladies.”

Their faces were relaxed, eyes closed in carefree slumber.

“Yes, Suzette, their faces show their contentment, their happiness with each other’s company. But their faces are only the beginning.”

My gaze focused on the nearer woman’s leg, draped over the other’s waist, with a hand lying upon her calf.

“How freely and easily they welcome each other’s touch as their bodies cuddle together.”

The further woman’s head was nestled against her companion’s bosom, I noticed.

“So peaceful... and yet so intensely passionate. Notice how the blonde’s lips are opened just a bit, as if to kiss her companion’s breast. Observe how the brunette has spread her legs, as if to invite an even greater intimacy.”

I took a long deep breath, and then another.

“Why, they could wake at any moment, maneuver themselves just a bit, and make love together. Just like they did a little while ago, judging from that rumpled blanket underneath them.”

There was no doubt in my mind. This bed had been used, and not just for sleeping.

“Imagine it, Suzette. This picture tells a story... a story of two women meeting in this bedchamber for a private rendezvous. An opportunity to speak freely of their desires, and then to act on them.”

As I watched the image, it somehow seemed to move and flow, even though every detail looked exactly the same as before.

“As you watch them in peaceful slumber, exhausted from their passion, you cannot help but think of how they got here, and how they will continue after they awaken with renewed stamina.”

Yes, that was it. The image in front of me wasn’t moving, but it irresistibly evoked other images that flickered across my mind’s eye.

“So many possibilities. Prolonged seduction, or a mad rush to tear off each other’s clothing? Slow gentle caresses, or frantic bumping and grinding? Sultry exchanges of lascivious pillow talk, or silent attention to each other’s cravings? Two equal partners, or a slavegirl submitting to her mistress?”

She sighed. “So many possibilities,” she repeated.

For a few minutes, there was nothing but my own breathing and the faint but now-definite tingling around the electrodes. My mind toyed with those alternatives, evoking fantasy after fantasy, each more compelling than the last.

“Perhaps the most important question of all: Long-practiced expert technique, or first lesson in the art of pleasuring a female partner?”

Elaina chuckled. “Or perhaps one of each? A sapphic sophisticate initiating her novice lesbian convert?”

That concept stuck in my mind, almost as firmly as the image of the two nudes.

“Just as I’m about to initiate you, Suzette.”

The tingling in my scalp increased, but I hardly noticed. I felt tingly all over.

“Your reactions are just what I was hoping for. The readings only confirm what I see in your eyes.”

The thought of Elaina looking into my eyes was delightful.

“The sight of those women’s bodies excites you. You see them literally sleeping together, and fantasize about watching them making love together. You wish you could touch them and share that bed with them.”

I shuddered as fingers stroked my cheek. “But you can touch _me_.”

The sensation moved down my neck and past my shoulder blades.

“And you can share _my_ bed.”

Her hands cupped my breasts.

“We both know that’s what you want.”

“Yes...” I moaned.

“And it’s what I want. It’s been so frustrating, working through the calibration sessions, watching you sitting there and knowing that I couldn’t have you just yet.”

I sighed as the hands lifted away.

“But the wait is almost over now. I’ll give you a few more minutes, just to be certain that your new preferences are firmly in place. In the meantime, let me call your attention to another little detail in this picture.”

Something touched my neck. It was like a cord that was somehow bumpy and smooth at the same time.

“Do you see the string of pearls lying alongside them on the bed? Perhaps it tells its own charming little tale. Was one of them simply too eager to stop a moment and put it away... or was it taken to bed deliberately?”

That was it; it was a string of pearls. It moved off my throat, and a moment later I felt it rubbing across my lips.

Elaina’s voice became softer, a low purr. “A string of pearls can be wonderfully... sensual.”

A minty aroma drifted into my nostrils. I parted my lips and let my tongue peek out. As the pearls slid back and forth across the protruding tip, I tasted peppermint and felt the slickness of a fine coating of oil.

“Just take in the sight and scent and sensation... and let the possibilities play through your imagination.”

My hips wriggled as I thought about those “possibilities”. I felt myself getting wet.

Finally, she spoke again. “Close your eyes.” I did.

There was nothing but the faint tingle on my scalp, and then that vanished with a soft click. The spring assemblies disturbed my hair as they were removed, and then her fingers slowly brushed it back into place.

I heard a footstep. “Keep your eyes closed for now.” Her hand took mine, and guided me to my feet. Blindly and trustingly, I followed.

“Now, open your eyes.”

I was standing in a doorway. Elaina was right in front of me. On the wall behind her was a large print of “The Sleepers”. Beneath the print was a bed and nightstand set looking very much like the ones in the picture, except that the blanket wasn’t rumpled. Yet.

We stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment. The next thing I knew, we were sharing a passionate kiss.

Finally, we pulled apart. Elaina licked her lips. “Very nice.” She leered. “Next step is to get you out of those clothes.”

I bent down to pull off my shoes and socks. “Yes, Doctor.”

She gently swatted my bottom. “Didn’t I tell you not to call me that?”

As I kicked my shoes away, I stood up and began unfastening my jeans. I tilted my head and shot her a look.

Elaina laughed. “It’s the lab coat, isn’t it?” A moment later, she had pulled it off and tossed it aside. Underneath it, she wore only a sheer black bra and thong panties.

“I like that look a lot better... Elaina.” My jeans slid to the floor, and I yanked off my t-shirt.

“The feeling is definitely mutual, Suzette. However....” She reached around me and started unhooking my bra. “...there’s still room for improvement.”

She finished, and slid my panties to the floor, while I was still fumbling with her clasp. “You’ll get the hang of it,” she remarked reassuringly as she kicked her thong aside. After what felt like an eternity, I got it open, and we stood together naked.

The pause was even more awkward than my fumblings at her bra clasp.

She took my hand and guided me toward the bed.

“Just follow my lead, Suzette. I’ll teach you everything you need to know to translate this...” She gestured toward the print. “...into a masterwork of performance art.”