The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

She lay restless in bed, hours before Christmas morning. During fitful slumber, she had wrestled her way out of her nightgown, kicked the covers off and lay curled around her oversized pillow. Her past breakup and divorce last Christmas was replaying over and over in her tortured mind. Then the dreams subsided and blackness returned. Her tense muscles clung to her bodypillow, sweat sheening her body like saran wrap. She felt a light caress, a soft feathery tickle over her feet, her leg, and up her side. Then she heard the soft baritone voice, and she awoke.

“3,,,2,,1,,, Wake honey.” She stared into the face of a friendly heavy set man, with a thick white beard and moustache, Large red coat, with shiny latex belt and boots of patent leather. Standing there, a foot from her bed, he smiled gingerly. His gloved hand wiped the flyaway hair back behind her ear.

“Santa? No Way! Is this another weird dream?” She thought she might need to write this one down, to properly explain it to the therapist at their next meeting.

“You’ve been having a frightfully bad night, I just couldn’t help but stop, and give you the Christmas wish you so desperately need child.” She pulled the covers over her body, dressed in only her white Hanes for Her undies, and no bra, save the pillow hugged tightly.

“You could be real, but I don’t really need anything- I mean so many people are lacking things, I have here, but um, if you give me a minute to dress, I could get you some Mocha mint coffee?” He smiled tenderly.

“Ho hoo ho ho,, That might be nice child. You’re such a good girl, I’m going to give you your present.,,” He stepped back to the door, and stuck out his chest, his deep voice resonating in her stomach.

“Elf Dreams” was all he said. She looked confused at him. She pulled the covers around her tighter. She looked toward the lamp on her desk.

“Um,, I need to dress ok? She hugged the covers to her chin. She didn’t realize all the floating remnants of her past’s pain had dissipated, and were gone. His baritone depth washed thru her ears and pooled in her frontal lobe.

“Uncover yourself now.”

“Look if you don’t,,” her eyes widened as her left arm sharply threw back the covers, revealing her body, hugging the large soft pillow.

“Good little elf. Now sit up and thrust your bountiful bosoms for my inspection.” Her look of shock was magnified as she felt her body sit upright, her shoulders slowly rolling back. Blood rushed from her head as she sat upright, her spine involuntarily lengthening.

“Um,,, wait,, I don’t want,,” she slowly implored. His voice became stern.

“You,, don’t want to stand now?” Her hand crept toward the pillow, tugging it closer.

“No!”

“Then fight it, Child. Fight as your body obeys me now and STAND FOR ME.”

Her feet instantly swung off the bed, touching the floor before his soft vocal vibrations had ended. She frowned as her knees next locked, and gasped as her hips began rocking her upward. Last to disobey was her fingers as they slowly turned loose of the pillow. She watched as it fell to the floor, her naked body standing relaxed a foot from the large man in red.

“Please! I,,, I’m not going to let you,,” The large man’s gloves were warm and smooth, the smell of leather filling the room as he ran his confident hands up her side, gently lifting her breasts, lightly tugging her nipples.

“Your mind still fights me, but your breasts are mine, if not you’d not let me twist and excite them. Now,,” He opened the door to the bedroom. The glow of the Christmas tree downstairs lit the hall in multicolored twinkling.

“No,, I’m going to call the police! I’ll call,,” She was cut off.

“As I gently pull on the new nipples you’ve given me, you will silently follow. Come downstairs with me now.” The sharp tweaking of his pull lurched her upper body forward, her feet trying to steady herself. She was unaware of traversing her house, and descending her stairs. She knew only the feet patting on the thick carpet, and the gentle insistent tugging on her nipples that for some reason, she wouldn’t, or couldn’t deny. She watched the door to her parents’ room go by, and a cool sweat beaded her brow. She wanted to yell, but what if this was all another crazy, mad dream? She tried to look up, but her neck had locked somehow angled floorward. At the base of the Christmas tree, she felt his grip release her,and she covered her naked body with her hands. She looked at him worriedly. His smile was tender.

“Ho hoho,,,child, listen to me. ELF DREAMS.” She felt nothing, but was frightened of the impending portent. “Now my obedient sexy little elf,” he turned around and reaching into a large brown bag, he pulled out a black collar, with shiny rings around it. Matching wristlets followed. He threw them to the ground in front of her. Her eyes widened.

“I’m sooo not putting those on! I can fight that!” She stood defiantly, the blinking Christmas tree lights reflecting off her body. From behind her she felt small hands touching her at her hip height. She looked down to see those small hands were from someone in green and red leotards behind her, who was lightly rubbing a green pair of hose against her knees. She stepped forward away from the hands, into the arms of the large man. He smelled of fresh baked bread and hot apples, and his grip on her nipples was so tight she couldn’t move. She couldn’t wiggle in any direction lest the pain increase. Strangely the pain was identical in potency to another rising sensation. She felt the hose softly brushing against her thighs now. Its caress tickled, and brought goosebumps all over her body. She shuddered. His voice echoed in her mind.

“Elf hose are like none other, and once they are on, they become part of you. Even when they aren’t seen, and my control over you will be perfect and complete. Do you understand?” He released her nipples.

“NO! I think you’re great and all, but,,,” She searched for a way to tell off a horny old Santa, but couldn’t deny how aroused those hands were making her as they now rubbed the hose along the top of her foot.

“NO??? Really? Tell me you’ve been good this year.” Her mouth flew open and words came out instantly.

“I’ve been a good girl all year.” She shook her head.

“Lift your foot.” Her foot raised up hesitantly, and the hose instantly slid up almost to the knee. Now switch feet.” Her feet disobeyed her will and switched. Now that the green sparkly pantyhose were on both legs, they slid slowly, undeniably up, crawling up her thighs. She shuddered within her intestines, and became so wet she couldn’t hide her arousal. She shook her head sharply. She reached down to the top of the living pantyhose and hooked her thumbs in them. She held them down against their insistent crawl upward. She felt electric pulses running up her legs. A thousand ants were massaging her. Her nipples puckered, her breasts taut and lifted. She was sweating, but unable to move her feet to run away.

“Feel the back of your hose, how it crawls up your tender backside, arousing you?” The great Elf Lord smiled.

“Yyes, I feel,, no,, my butt,, tingles,,,”

“Makes you want to bend over for me doesn’t it?”

“Nnngh,,” She tried to say no, but the growing orgasm caused her to nearly double over. She was losing her balance.

“Before you fall, hold out your hands- I’ll keep you safe, ok?” He held out his smooth black gloves to her.

“Yyes,, ok.” As soon as she reached out to him, he pulled his hands away, and she fell to her hands and knees on the carpet. She looked up at him in shock, but then the hose slid quickly up her waist and inner thighs. The material sucked tightly to her, humming with an electric current. It tried to crawl into her every curve and orifice, but she held her knees together. Her faced flushed beet red.

“Now Child,, ORGASM!”

“Ungghhh, nno,, AhhhHHHH! YYYeesss!!!” Her body shuddered hard once, twice, three times, then disoriented, she fell onto her face as she shook all over in a powerful orgasmic daze. Her legs widened as her fingers went to her most sensitive flesh- rubbing and wiggling herself through the thin, arousing fabric. Her humid breath came in hard fast panting. With her legs widened, the living material claimed her every possible inch of skin, inside and out. Her pelvis and thighs rubbed against the soft carpet, intensifying her hot delirium. She orgasmed for an eternity. Finally, after an unknown time, she slowly raised herself unsteadily on all fours, shaking her head. Her head swam with hormones flooding it.

“Now, elf, stand up.” She instantly sprung up, nearly hitting the ceiling with her augmented leaping ability. She gasped, upright somehow.

“They will give you the ability to leap, to dance, to feel pleasure like you’ve never felt before. And for them, you will obey me, won’t you?”

She thought, ‘what’s happening?’ but her lips formed the words, “Yes I will obey you Master.” Her eyes widened.

“Now they will disappear from view, and you’ll think this but a bizarre dream. You will return to your bed, after hiding your new collar and cuffs, which you will wear when I tell you. Kiss me passionately, now elf.”

Her arms rolled up into the air, as her back slid and loosened. She slinked up to the tall round man, pressing her body against his cold belt buckle. Her arms clasped around his neck. She watched herself in a third person perspective, in amazement as she ground her pelvis against him, butt muscles clenching as she did so. The shiny green hose rubbed the white furry trim of his coat, renewing a hum of sexual euphoria inside her. She reached her lips upward with a sigh, and as his thick red lips touched hers, she felt a hot dizzying climax brewing again. She gasped for air, but his tongue blocked her mouth, and she sucked it into her. Her eyes met his. She stared into the tender, powerful eyes. She felt the hot tongue in her mouth- probing her, opening her mouth wider for him to explore. She was his to explore. She reveled in his exploration of her sensitive tender unclaimed territory. She shook near orgasm as his hands, lips and tongue claimed his new territory she had sold him. She sucked the tongue deeper into her, and joined its dance with her own tongue, sighing again as her fingers worked the lobes of his small ears, while his rotating hands patted and kneaded her rounded bottom globes. His fingers pulled deep into her backside, and the living hose sent a harsh jolt into her quivering genitals. She gasped in a hot fast pant, realizing she had indeed sold herself, and was the willing hypnotized slave of the Great Master of Elves.

She bolted upright in her bed. It was Christmas morning, and it had all been a bizarre dream.

Hadn’t it?