The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The Button

By Paladin

Ethyl sat on her vinyl dinette set and stared at the big red button sitting on the middle of the cracked and stained tabletop. She kept running the events of the day through her mind.

She had answered the door to reveal a tall, middle-aged, well-dressed man holding an expensive-looking briefcase. She wished she had changed out of her frumpy house dress before she had answered the door.

“Good morning, Miss Rigby. My name is Mr. McKenzie, and I have a proposal for you. May I come in?” Ethyl was flustered by the request. Her small apartment was not nice at the best of times, and she had not cleaned it in a while. As she was trying to stutter out a polite refusal, Mr. McKenzie reached out and gently took her hand. “My dear Miss Rigby. Please invite me in. I do not care what your place looks like, and I am not here to judge.”

With a resigned sigh, Ethyl stepped aside and let the man in. He promptly sat at the rickety little table and pulled something out of his briefcase- a box with a clear top. He set it on the table and released a catch. When it was opened, there was a large red button inside, and nothing else she could see.

“Miss Rigby, I am here on behalf of my client, who shall remain anonymous. He has instructed me to give you this button and to explain to you how it works, which is simplicity itself. Every time you push the button, one of your fantasies will come true. Each time you push it, a small change will occur in your life- a change determined by your heart’s desires. When the changes occur, only you and my client will remember how things used to be- for the rest of the world, it will be as if the changes had always existed.”

Ethyl listened with a skeptical mind. “And how, exactly, does this work? Some sort of magic? What is the game here?” Mr. McKenzie smiled slightly and told her that the ‘how’ was a secret that even he did not know.. He did indeed know it would work exactly as described, but not the ‘how’.

“What’s the catch? Does someone on Earth die when I push it or something?” Ethyl asked, arms tightly folded across her bony chest.

“The only other thing that will happen is that one of my client’s fantasies will come true as well.” That led to a flurry of concerned comments from Ethyl. What sorts of sick fantasies does the client have? How will I know if it is something I want? Who IS this mysterious client? Do I know him? Why me? This cannot possibly work, can it? And so on. Mr. McKenzie weathered the storm of questions calmly. He could not speak to his client, his fantasies or motivations. He did point out that the client was in a situation to make such an amazing deal so it would be unlikely the client would wish for bad things for Miss Rigby. He allowed the give and take to go on for several minutes before he held up a hand.

“Miss Rigby, I believe it is time to go. I have told you all I can. The only other thing of importance right now is to tell you that your first use is ‘free’, that is, none of his fantasies will be fulfilled. After that use, you may choose to use the box or not. Whenever you decide to stop using it, just close it and engage the lock, like so. Once locked, it will stop working and you cannot re-open it. Simply closing it has no effect other than preventing accidental triggering, such as by one of your cats.” Her big tabby, Mr. Epstein, had been rubbing himself against Mr. McKenzie’s trousers for the last few minutes. “It was a pleasure meeting you. I hope to see you again.” Mr. McKenzie smartly stepped out of the apartment.

Other than getting herself a cup of tea and feeding the cats, Ethyl was in the same position as she had been in since the unusual visitor had left several hours earlier. She just could not decide what to do. Nothing in her forty years had prepared her for anything like this and she was torn between so many warring thoughts and concerns that she was frozen into inaction. The morning shadows crept across her floor as she suddenly reached out and tapped the button.

At first, she thought nothing had happened, but her apartment was cleaned up. No dirty dishes in the sink, no stains around the cat dish, the newspapers were gone off the various places they had been scattered on, and so forth. It looked just like she had planned on making it look when she was done with her cleaning later in the day. She gasped as she realized that she had also apparently taken a shower and fixed herself up. Instead of the frumpy housedress and curlers, she was in her ‘day off’ jeans and a clean sweatshirt, grey-shot dark hair brushed out and tied up. No make-up or anything on a weekend, but she seems to have used her moisturizers and such. Amazing. She was tempted to hit the button again immediately, but stopped herself and just flipped the cover down. She needed to think about this.

The rest of her Saturday went like some sort of waking dream. There was nothing left to clean so she surfed the web, watched some mediocre TV, wasted a couple hours just lounging on the couch and playing with the cats, Harrison and Epstein (the latest in a long long of cats that began years ago with a kitten she named Ringo on the spur of the moment). Every few moments she would find herself staring at the button and wondering. It had been so long since she had really fantasized about anything and she realized with a deep melancholy how sad and lonely her life had become. Even her volunteering at the church on Sunday afternoons had devolved into listlessly cleaning up rather than anything more social.

Ethyl Rigby was never a popular girl. She was always rather tall and spindly. She played some sports in school, was in band, and did well academically but never really formed any friendships. Even today, she did not have a cell phone- just no one really to call. Some co-workers at the insurance office she was a clerk at were certainly friendly enough, but she rarely hung out with them, and when she did, she felt so ill at ease.

After eating a very distracted late lunch/early dinner, she found herself standing beside the table, button cover flipped back, and her hand on the button. With a brief flash, her apartment refinished itself. The cheap dinette set was now a nice wood table with colorful ceramic tiles on the top. The whole apartment looked like it had been featured in a make-over show. The off-beige walls were now tastefully painted in many festive colors with warm wood wainscot and bright accents with a sort of South American flair. Her tired old seating area couches and chairs had been recovered in a colorful woven print with a soft-looking nubby fabric and nearly drowned in pillows. The old linoleum and drab carpet was now a wooden floor with a rich glow and bright rugs scattered around. Exactly as she had often pictured it after a long-ago trip to Mexico.

Just as she was getting used to seeing her dream apartment take shape around her, she felt a weird twist and noticed that her clothes and other things had changed. Her sloppy jeans were snug-fitting black toreador pants, and her dumpy grey sweatshirt was now a trim-fitting perky pink sweater that revealed a little of her skinny abdomen. Her comfy tennies were a cute pair of sandals, which revealed that her toes were painted a nice matching pink- as were her fingernails, she noticed. She looked in one of the mirrors now decorating her walls to see that her face was nicely made up. Nothing fancy- just some lipstick (matching pink), a smear of blush and some eye make-up. She ‘remembered’ doing it, as she does every day... now and in her past memory... except she knows she never used to. Even though it was her day off, she still wanted to look nice.... now and in the past... sort of?

She was impressed, however. The make-up made her look quite nice. Even a touch of… she almost could not think it of her… a hint of sexy? Not bad for a woman of 45… 40? She was thrilled with the change. If this is what her mystery benefactor was thinking, she could get behind it. She went to prepare for bed, slipping on a soft cotton pair of pajamas instead of her old, nowhere to be found old ratty flannels. She was asleep shortly after her head hit the comfy pillow she remembered buying but had never seen before.

Sunday dawned to find her in a rare good mood. She did her usual morning workout, wondering only for a moment how long she had done this for, and performed her morning ablations, tickled by all the new but familiar details. Even her toothbrush and paste were a grade better than what she was used to. At church, she was more outgoing than she had been in years- touching, chatting, laughing, sharing... she ended up joining a group for lunch in the social hall before doing her weekly cleaning job where she chatted with other workers the entire time.

Arriving home in the early afternoon, she decided that the last use was such a positive thing that she was going to do it again. As the flash settled, she was amazed at seeing the newly familiar sights of her newly Siamese cats, Mr. Epstein and Mr. Harrison, lounging together on the leather couch, as the high-end stereo played softly in her tasteful apartment with the authentic Mayan and Aztec artwork and handwoven rugs. She was turning to inspect her gourmet kitchen when the second flash hit, knocking her into a nearby chair.

Miss Rigby stood up and gasped when she saw her hands and chest. She turned to a nearby mirror to confirm that... yes, she was younger. She opened her new/favorite Prada bag to retrieve her driver’s license and it confirmed what she had suspected... or known. Yes, she was just turned 34 few months ago. Her name was still Eleanor... no... it was... Eth something, wasn’t it? Eth... Eleanor. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and resumed her self-inspection.

Eleanor was the same height and weight she remembered being (and why wouldn’t she be? She wondered). She was a bit startled to find that it listed her eyes as green rather than brown as they always had been... maybe? She shook her head. She looked like a younger, cuter sister she might have had. She was thrilled by the changes and hugged her perky small B-cup chest. It was nice to be able to wear these cute designer sweaters and have at least a little curvature there. She remembered the hours spent at the nearby gym when she glimpsed the membership card in her handbag. She also noticed her keys to a nicer style of car than she remembered driving.

How did she afford all of this? Her job as a clerk couldn’t possibly... as an executive assistant certainly paid nicely and had such pleasant perks- the clothing allowance really helped, but she as she was expected to dress nicely, it was only fair. She went to the gourmet kitchen and poured herself a nice white wine from the cooler. As she lay there, sipping her wine, listening to the soft jazz, and thinking about the button, she did not quite notice that she was gently rubbing her slacks.

She smiled when she noticed what she was doing. A pleasant buzz was going through her and she began to wish that she had a boyfriend. She needed a, what did Allison from work call it, a ‘booty call’? Ummmm, that would feel so nice right now. She drifted further in her fantasy and was rubbing her small breasts. Eleanor smiled at herself thinking about what would happen if she hit the button now. Instead, she decided to jill herself off and make some dinner plans, perhaps at that nice new place down the street. The irony of her fancy kitchen with the nearly empty refrigerator amused her even as a pleasant orgasm flowed over her.

Her evening had been so nice. It had been so long since she had felt so.... happy. She had been open and outgoing, even effervescent. She had chatted with the staff and the manager joined her for a drink. She had a pleasant night with softly erotic dreams, a pleasant morning, and a perfectly pleasant day at work. There were a few odd moments where her memories and reality diverged- her assigned parking space, where exactly her office was, and so on but the most odd thing was that several other women in the office expected her to join them for lunch, and even drinks after work. It was almost as if he had long-time friends! She returned home after making plans for a late dinner later with Allison and some of the other singles in the group. She was somehow surprised to find that they all had their numbers in her unfamiliar but indispensable Blackberry.

At home she changed from her day to some casual clothes and did the little things she always did in the early evening, as of a couple days ago. She checked her Facebook account with all of her friends, checked her email, did some light housework, previewed the menu from the place they were going to looking for the healthier choices, and so on. As she passed the dining room table, in nothing but a towel after her shower, she realized that she had not really thought about the button all day!

She debated for a minute and decided that all it has done was to make her life better, so she opened the top and gave it a press.

When her eyes settled after the flash, she looked around. Her apartment still reflected her so nicely. Still feminine, but rich and warm at the same time. The A new crackling fireplace added so much to the room. She sat on a new gorgeous wooly faux animal-skin rug and just luxuriated in the heat for a moment as part of her mind was still taken aback by exactly where these things were coming from.

Another flash and Eleanor looked herself over. Almost purring to herself in pleasure, she stretched her long legs out and flexed her cute toes. She twisted her long torso and clenched her tight butt tighter. Twisting the other way to work out some remaining kinks, she felt her burgeoning chest shift. Looking down, she was a bit confused. She was small-chested, wasn’t she? She laughed at herself and gave her delightful C’s a welcoming hug. She continued on her stretch, twisting her neck, reaching overhead (and enjoying what her breasts did when she did so), and finally standing up with a thoughtless grace. She needed to get dressed. If she touched herself she knew her hair-trigger arousal would kick in even (if never had before).

Her large closet disgorged the perfect dress for her night out with friends. It was so nice that she had such a perfect physique that she could usually find smart clothes so easily. Of course, she was a bit tall for a woman, but not so much that it made shopping tricky. She smiled as her twin memories flowed through her mind- shopping at discount stores for skinny clothes contrasted so much with the boutiques she often used- cold, small dressing rooms compared to the nice lounge-like rooms she was more used to.

Her old memories were especially clear right now. She was so different already! Her new looks were long, sleek, dark, and elegant. Sexy curves and a model’s face contrasted sharply with the worn out, skinny, angular woman with the frizzed hair and bad skin. Her… her name had changed, hadn’t it? She was also younger- she was what, 45… no, thirty someth… no, twenty-eight, right?. Her teeth were clean and white- the crooked tooth was straight and perfect. But… she had always been beautiful, hadn’t she? The memories of a series of pageants, photo shoots, and love-stricken admirers flowed smoothly through her brain and warmed her body ever so pleasantly again. She shook her head. Who was that frumpy old lady, anyway? The thought of her cats flittered through her mind, but the new Eleanor was a more active person who preferred being around people, so she had not had pets in years.

Eleanor met up with Allison and they had a great night. She was the belle of the ball at the club. She was flirtatious, funny, outgoing, and a great dancer. She did not quite recall ever dancing before, but she was having the time of her life. As midnight rolled around, the scene was dying off as usual for a weekday and she decided to go home alone, even though she had a couple very nice offers.

Laying in bed, playing with her wonderful and responsive pussy and nipples, she reflected on how different this week had been than the earlier one. Her old life rolled past in a dreamlike state and she relished the changes. Younger, sexier, more outgoing… She was sure she was smarter as well with better taste. Ethyl, yes, that was the old woman’s name, rarely indulged in wine or good food and Eleanor had a keen eye for selecting the right wine for the moment. Ethyl’s idea of a fun night was watching TV in bed. Eleanor was a social animal with several good friends. Ethyl was almost a virgin with only a few lackluster experiences, while Eleanor was a much more sensual creature who… who had not experienced sex since this started. She determined to fix that minor issue soon as she brought herself to a wonderfully relaxing climax.

The next day, Ethyl’s old life was a distant memory as Eleanor drove into work with a smile on her face and whipped through her day with her usual cheerful efficiency. When she arrived home, she approached the button with a conscious wish- meeting a good guy. She pushed it and the flash enveloped her again.

Elly was slightly startled that nothing seems to have changed. She looked in the mirror and… yes, there were some differences. Her skin was flawless and radiant somehow with large expressive eyes and a perfect cupid’s bow mouth. She had won beauty contests before, but Elly now remembered doing it as a minor career and paying for her college with modeling money. She looked a couple years younger- she’d check her license later, but she looked 25 or 26 or so.

Undressing, she chuckled when she noticed that her chest was larger- probably a D now, which made her look almost top-heavy with her slender waist and trim but flared hips. She had to hold her feet out at a bit of an angle to look at them, but they too looked cuter somehow. She smiled at her reflection. She looked like she had been dipped in some sort of beauty elixir. Elly twisted and posed to look at her trim but slightly muscled tummy and sleek legs. She clenched her tight bubbly butt and gave it a playful slap, delighting in how balanced it was between soft and firm. Sheer perfection. As she redressed, she barely noticed that her clothing had shifted to show off her build just a bit better, but was still smart and fashionable. She sighed as she slipped on the lacy bra- she hated to cover up the girls. A quick brush through her silky black hair and a dab of make-up to accentuate her natural beauty and she was out the door.

She did not quite think about where she was going but found herself at one of the upscale restaurants in town, taking a seat at the bar. She was relaxing with her wine and the newspaper when she heard a man settle in a few seats away. She glanced at him and went back to her paper. Her glance told her he was probably about 30, average build and seemed a bit tall, good-looking in a sort of Harrison Ford way. A tingle went down her spine and her nipples perked up a bit as she rolled his looks around in her mind. She caught a whiff of his masculine cologne and smiled. When she heard him order a high-quality Scotch, she looked at him again. He smiled at her and pushed some more of her buttons..

“Hi, I’m Elly” She said, extending her hand. He took it gently in his warm, rugged hand.

“I’m Jude. Pleased to meet you, Elly. Are you waiting for someone?” He replied. She assured him she was on her own and they chatted for a few minutes. When her table was ready, she invited him to join her and they spent a delightful evening together. It seemed like everything she learned about Jude just resonated within her somehow.

In the fullness of time, they ended up at her house, on her couch sharing some after-dinner drinks. The soft music, the warmth of the brandy, his manly smell and more seemed to flood her senses and she felt slightly dizzy. She leaned against him and found his lips waiting. They kissed for the first time and she felt like she was in heaven. Some sort of electric heat seemed to flow from him to fill her and ignite her erogenous zones.

She felt his hot hands stroking her face and back, fanning the embers smoldering inside her. She slide her tongue to touch his lips and he reciprocated, making the embers burst into small flames. Their hands explored each other’s bodies. Her hand went in his shirt and felt his hard muscles while his caressed her bra line and brushed the bottom of a heavy breast. That did it.

She leaned back and slipped off her blouse and bra, thrusting her D’s in his face, where he fell to them with a vengeance- hands, face, lips, and tongue explored every inch of her firm chest without neglecting her shoulders, arms, and torso as she slipped off his shirt. His lightly hairy chest excited her as her delicate fingers ruffled his hair and stroked his firm arms and shoulders. She took in deep whiffs of his heady scent and rejoiced in the sensations he was creating in her. She shifted position so she sat astride his thighs and hugged him to her as they resumed kissing fervently. She felt his hardness through their clothes and rubbed herself on him, loving the sensation on her sensitive pussy. He bundled her up and carried her off to the bedroom as she continued to grind her hips and chest against him.

He lightly tossed her on the bed and slid off the rest of his clothes. Elly took in Jude’s well-sculpted body and gorgeous cock. It was long and powerful-looking. Her mouth felt empty and she was almost drooling, so she leaned forward and grabbed his manhood. She pulled them into a comfortable position as she rubbed his cock on her face, then began to kiss the tip and lick the shaft as she fondled his balls. ‘Dear God’ she thought ‘he smells so good!’ A drop of clear fluid gathered at the tip of his shaft and she licked it off with a grin before sucking on the head gently. He moaned as she massaged the shaft while tonguing the sensitive helmet, then slipped her mouth further and further down. With a little effort, she slipped enough of the long shaft down that her nose was nuzzling his kinky hairs.

She gave him the best blow job she could think of. Her mind was awhirl with previously untried ideas and she gave the idea of corkscrewing her head and hands a shot as she moved him in and out of her mouth. When she looked up, he was smiling down on her as if he was a very happy god. She felt his balls tense up and she picked up speed, adding even more salvia to the mix. He soon tensed and shot a wad of tasty sperm into her eager, open mouth. She swallowed it with a grin and wiped off a missed dollop then licked it off her finger.

She grabbed him and pulled him back on top of herself. She rolled him over and kissed him hard, driven by her internal fires. She massaged his semi-limp cock as she cooed over him and offered him her luscious nipples. She sucked on his neck and nipples as part of her efforts to reinvigorate him. She felt his manhood growing steadily in her hand and praised it with encouraging strokes.

While he was still on his back, she crawled over him and positioned herself on his groin. She grabbed his cock and looked him in the eye as she promised him the fucking of a lifetime. She slid his thick meat in her eager pussy, gasping in pleasure. When the head was firmly in place, she wiggled around to get it to rub her labia and make everything all nice and juicy. She felt a small climax building just from the sensations she was feeling already.

She slid her body down around his thick shaft and felt it drive up into her. She moaned loudly as her first orgasm of the night shot through her. Panting slightly, she sat on his cock and leaned down to give him a sexy kiss, just letting herself feel everything for a moment. She felt him tense some muscles and drive himself up into her without moving and took the hint. She tightened her own muscles around him and lifted up, trying to pick him up off the bed with just her talented pussy. It did not work, but the sensation of his ridges dragging on her sensitive tissues was incredible. She tried a few more tricks before her desires forced her to start picking up the pace and skip the fancy stuff. She sat up, closed her eyes, and just started to bounce, held in place mostly by his cock and hands on her waist.

She was soon making barking yelps with every thrust, then growling as she added a tight-muscled grinding action, apparently trying to force her clit against his pubic bone. Jude was tensing up as her furious movements sent shockwaves through his body and demanded that he cum for her now. His body obliged and sent waves of his seed deep inside her desperate cunt. She screamed as she experienced the biggest orgasm of her life, now or old. She convulsed against him several times, then collapsed on him shivering in wonderful aftershocks.

They lay there for a while, wrapped in each other’s overheated bodies, until they got just a bit chilly. She squirmed on him trying to avoid the necessity of getting up or changing anything before sighing and just doing it. Elly licked some of the stuff off his cock, magnificent even in repose, as she grabbed a handy towel to wipe them off with, and a blanket to toss over them. She crawled back in his arms and they slept the night snuggled.

She woke up with plans on a morning blow job to find herself alone and the smell of fresh coffee in the kitchen. Jude was showered and dressed at the table reading the paper. When she came in with her robe, he pulled out a chair for her and asked what she wanted. She gave him a kiss, avoiding her morning breath… which she suddenly realized was not that bad, and opted for a shower. She laughed off his offer to help and rejoined him less than half an hour later.

They enjoyed a pleasant light breakfast together, exchanging contact information, and she finished getting ready for work as he tidied against her protests. He gave her a lift back to her car and they parted ways for the day, promising to get in touch soon.

That evening after work, Elly stared at the button as she sat naked on the couch gently touching herself and sipping wine. She enjoyed Jude so much and was torn between hooking back up with him and just exploring the variety of men out there that she was not sure what she wanted right now. Still, the button had done nothing but good for her. She pressed it again.

Both flashes happened at almost the same time, disorienting El just a bit. She was still on the couch, her big firm D’s proudly up-thrust and the rest of her body looking as delightfully delicious as ever. What changed? She pondered the question as she moved to lay on the big faux animal-skin rug. She found herself moving from pose to pose, alternately exposing herself to an imaginary audience and pleasuring herself. It felt so good to roll around on the thick soft rug, stimulating her skin all over. She felt her inner fires build but she knew she could not cum yet. She tingled in anticipation of… something. Something really cool, really exciting… something life changing was going to happen soon. She knew it.

A small noise at the door and her senses triggered an alert. She rolled over on the rub and supported herself facing the door. She was on her elbows, showing her creamy cleavage full on, while she was shoving her perfect butt in the air as high as she could. She was almost purring in pleasure as the cool air hit her overheated pussy.

Jude stepped through the door- the same and different in every way. This Jude exuded power and godliness, almost glowing as He entered the room. She felt a wave of joy shudder over her entire body, making her wish she had a tail to wag and wiggling her bottom as best she could.

Jude looked at El and smiled. It took a while, but the results were so worth it. El was the epitome of style and grace, a perfect lady in public and his sexy slutty slave in private, and loving every second of it. He could feel her devotion pouring off her. He was so happy he took the time to program the button the way he did. Her face and body was far better than anything his imagination would have crafted, but Ethyl and the earlier Eleanor had some great ideas.

Jude locked the cover on the button and set it aside. He sat on the soft couch and gestured El over to him. She settled on his lap as if she was born to be there- and in a sense, she had been. “My beautiful El. How do you feel?” He asked, stroking her long hair.

She shuddered in pleasure. “Ummm, my love, I feel wonderful.” He asked her to remember her life and the changes and she smiled wider. “Thank you, my loving Master! Poor Ethyl was trapped in a nothing life and you took pity on us. She did not know love, and now we have You.” She kissed him sensuously on the cheek and neck. “May I show You how much I love You, loving Master?” When he nodded, she smiled and used the remote to trigger a playlist.

El stood up and danced to a sexy rhythm, giving her Master a lapdance that would be illegal in many states, even if only because of the amount of touching. She was pleased that His cock was stirring and picked up her efforts. Stroking herself, brushing her, or rather their pussy against His leg, stroking His face with their nipples, keeping His hands off her, even though she wanted His touch so desperately. She began undressing Him, struggling to keep from just ripping His clothes off. She managed to make it through without exploding and tried to take His Magnificent Meat in her humble mouth when He stopped her with a simple kiss that touched her soul.

He had her stand and He hugged her in a simple ay to convey His love for her and she was more than content. She kissed him and led him to the bedroom where they fucked and frolicked for hours. She started by bending over the bed and offering her ready pussy to him and rejoiced as He sunk His powerful cock deeply into her in one smooth, orgasm-causing thrust. She quickly rallied and thrust back against Him to better please Him and she began to scream. “Oh, Love, fuck me hard! Oh my God, my God, Jude, fuck me! Shove that fat cock in me and fuck me harder. I love You, oh God I love You!” She was just grunting before long as orgasm after orgasm rolled over her body and Jude Himself began to grunt. She tightened her internal muscles more to grip and massage His cock to bring Him more pleasure and He blew His seed deep in her.

El wriggled a few more times, milking Him dry before quickly getting in position to clean Him off with her tongue. Jude sat down to let her finish and patted the bed beside him. She joined Him on their bed and He gathered her into His strong arms.

“This is very nice, El, and I could not be happier with you or the way things tuned out, but I was wondering… What would you think if your friend Allison joined us soon?”

El smiled at her Lord and Master, and eloquently reassured Him that whatever He desired was perfect with her.