The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Ever since I met Lauren, I’ve never thought about my office hours the same way again. They were required by the university; a designated time for instructors to be available for students to come and ask questions about the course material. The only thing is that when you teach required introductory courses, most students weren’t very invested in them. Which means that they don’t want to come ask questions unless it’s the week before a test. Since it’s rare for students to come to one’s office hours, it basically ends up being a dull chore – just an hour of mandatory sitting in a room, watching the clock tick.

But when Lauren took my class, she actually did come to office hours, regularly. Never to ask questions about the course, though, only to hypnotize me, and ostensibly make me into her plaything. For someone with a submissive streak and a hypno-fetish, it was a dream come true. Once that semester ended, I couldn’t help but recall those times whenever I thought about holding my office hours; it gave me a secret little thrill to help pass the time.

Today, however, things were a little different; much to my surprise, someone had shown up for office hours – a student with genuine questions about the course. I started from my usual daydreaming when I heard the knock on the door.

“Please, come in!” I called out, watching the old wooden door slowly creak open, wondering which student had come. It happened to be Jessica, my girlfriend (and mistress) Lauren’s roommate.

“Hi....uh....professor Belton,” she said nervously, seemingly not sure how to address me. She was my student, on the one hand, but on the other, we had socialized outside of class since both of us knew Lauren...and that socializing had included one passionate night of sex between the three of us – definitely not normal student/teacher interactions.

“Hello Jessica, what’s up?”

“Well, I’m kinda confused about the stuff you went over in class from this week, and I really need to pass this class, but I didn’t do well on the midterm, so I wanna try to catch up.” As I listened to the words tumble out of her mouth, I realized how nervous she actually was. The poor girl looked thoroughly disheveled: she was wearing a faded hooded sweatshirt, wrinkled sweatpants and flip-flops with white socks; her flaxen-blonde hair was a jumble, and the dark rings under her eyes told me she hadn’t been sleeping well. I tried to muster up my best soothing professor attitude, and tried to settle her down.

“Okay...then, why don’t you have a seat and tell me what you’re most confused about?” I stood up and took a new seat on the old sofa I keep in my office, gesturing across the table in front of it to an empty chair. Jessica plopped down into it, her movements giving away how tired she was as she hefted her backpack into her lap.

“Sorry, I’m kind of a mess today,” she said, “I’ve been really tired from having extra practice this week for the volleyball team.”

I watched as she rifled through the bag, a jumble of notebooks, folders, and loose papers. At last, she produced her mid-term exam, the first page covered in a mess of red ink – a worrying sign even at first glance. I looked at the score circled at the top: 68 out of 100, barely a passing grade, low enough to make the class useless for her as far as the university’s degree requirements were concerned. She needed to do better, clearly. I picked it up and leafed through it, glancing at what she had gotten wrong.

“So, I was hoping to do a lot better on the mid-term, I need at least a C+ for this course in order for it to count for my major, and to keep my athletic scholarship.”

“I see...” I paused, doing some quick grade calculations in my head. “Well, if you get a score like this on the final exam, that’s not going to be possible. But, if you work on the places where you made mistakes, and work hard on all the assignments between now and the end of the semester, it’s still possible for you to pull that off. Can you tell me what you’re having the most trouble with?”

“Yeah...” she said, leaning across the table to look at her exam. From where she was sitting, it was upside down, though, and she was having trouble finding the part she wanted.

“Here, lemme come sit next to you so we’re looking at it from the same angle,” she said. I couldn’t help but notice the shape of her finely-toned ass as she moved, and my mind started to drift off to a picture of what her lithe, athletic body looked like under her baggy cloths. I quickly tried to force the thought from my head and focus on helping her with her work.

I went over the exam with Jessica, explaining the questions she had misunderstood, and clarifying the mistakes she had made.

Jessica her rumpled copies of some of the course materials, and I reviewed them with her, trying to elicit questions from her, and summarizing key points when she wasn’t sure what to ask about. By the end of it, she seemed much less nervous, and had a much better grasp on the material.

“Whew,” she said as we finished going over the most recent lecture, “I think that’s all the reviewing I can take without a break.” She stood up, yawned, and stretched, in the process thrusting her breasts at me, right at my eye level. I wondered if that was a deliberate gesture, or just absent-mindedness.

“Yeah, that’s a good place to stop since my time here is about it anyway.” I said, glancing at the clock on my desk.

“Thank you SO much, professor Belton,” she said apologetically. “This was super helpful, I feel much better about this class now.”

“No problem, that’s what my office hours are for,” I replied. “You’re welcome back any time.”

“Wow, what great service!” she joked, “Does it come with a complimentary massage to boot?”

“No, that’s only for an additional fee,” I laughed back.

“Really? Would you do that? Coach has been really hard on us in practice since it’s the start of the season, and my whole body is killing me.” She propped her leg up on the couch next to me, and leaned forward to stretch it. It was only then that I noticed she had kicked her shoes off at some point, and her white sock-clad foot was just inches away from me. It was close, maybe even teasingly close. Alarms went off in my head; was she trying to flirt with me?

“Sorry, I don’t think it’s really my place to do that,” I said, trying to distance myself from the situation.

“Aw, too bad!” Jessica replied, “Anyway, can’t blame a girl for trying.”

I watched as she left, trying not to stare too obviously at her nubile body as she walked off down the hall. I wasn’t sure what to make of what she had said; was Jessica trying to seduce me, or something? If so, I had to admit, I was turned on now. It was late in the afternoon at this point, and the building was nearly empty. I decided to take a break and let my mind drift back to the memory of my night with both Jessica and my Mistress Lauren.

As I went to close the door, I spotted something on the floor next to where Jessica had been sitting – an envelope. How long had that been there, I wondered. I felt something inside, and opened it up. The envelope contained a folded note, and a thumb drive, which evoked a curious feeling of deja vu. Eagerly, I opened the note to read it.

“To my dearest lover-boy Derek,

I have a TON of studying and work to do tonight, so I don’t think we’ll have time to hang out later. So, when Jessie said she was going to your office hours today, I decided to send along a little surprise for you. ;—)

She won’t remember bringing it or leaving it there, so it’s just between you and me. Hope you like it, and have fun listening to it tonight!

XoXo,

-ML”

My fingers were almost trembling with anticipation as I packed up my things and raced home. I dropped everything as soon as I arrived, grabbed my headphones, and settled down my bed with my laptop.

A euphoric wave rushed over me as my Mistress’s voice flowed out of the headphones a moment later.

“Hi Derek! I hope you had a good day today, and let me assure you, you’re going to have a good night too. I’ll see to that.”

Her voice exuded power, control, and unbridled sexiness.

“Now, get into a nice and comfy position for me, because in just a few moments, you’re going to be in a really deep trance. And we wouldn’t want you waking up with a sore back, now would we? I’ll give you a second to get to the bed, in case you need it.”

She paused; I could feel my body relaxing already, without even being suggested to do so, just from the sound of her voice.

“All settled in? Good. Now, I want you to take a nice, deep breath....and then imagine yourself being hypnotized by my. You can think about any of the times that’s happened – there’s been so many, and they’ve been so much fun. Just imagine yourself being deeply hypnotized by me. Good, that’s it, good boy. Now, I’m gonna count from 3 down to 1, and as I do, that’s exactly what’s going to happen – you’re going to go into hypnosis for me, nice and deep.”

My cock was throbbing already, my eyes fluttering, the arousal building as her voice flowed into my mind.

“It’s so simple, so easy....” she purred, “It’s as easy as 3....2....1” SNAP “SLEEP!”

The next thing I new, I was in a strange, softly lit room. It had no doors, no windows, just four unmarked walls, and a pedestal in the middle. On that pedestal sat my mistress, and I found myself kneeling before her. We were both nude, except for the pair of soft white ankle socks on her feet – a treat I knew she had arranged just for me.

I knelt there in front of her, eyes fixed on her lovely toe, which swayed back and forth, pulling my gaze with it. I watched, as she captivates my gaze. She talked, as I listened. At her invitation, I tried briefly, to look away, and found that I simply couldn’t. It sent shivers of arousal up my spine, a familiar but intense feeling, that only grew stronger as I let her voice get my mind lost in a fantasy within a fantasy.

And then, before I knew it, I was lying down, immobile, with Mistress Lauren’s soft, warm, feet resting on my face, pressing gently.

“Breathe deep,” she urged, quietly but irresistibly. I obeyed, eagerly. “Yesssss....That’s a good boy. I know how much my feet turn you on, and how much you love the feeling of them pressing against your face. And you know how much that turns you on too. So, that’s it, that’s what we’re going to do now; you’re going to lie there with my feet in your face, and your arousal is just going to grow, and grow. Feel it now, my good little footboy. Yess, that’s it. And it’ll only get more and more intense with each breath you take. Until it’s too much. Until you just can’t take it, and you explode for me. There’s no point fighting it, so just give up....and give in...and breathe deep...”

I saw my Mistress again the next night, and immediately carried her to the bedroom to pay her back for her surprise. After a blur of kissing, licking, sucking, fucking, I brought her to orgasm after orgasm.

We spent the rest of the night on the couch watching movies, me rubbing her feet the whole time, basking in the growing love we felt for each other, and cracking jokes about how sickeningly sweet the whole thing would appear to an outside observer.

Time spent with Lauren just flew by, as we grew closer and closer. Deep down, I knew this was something serious.

The next week, Jessica was back at my office hours again, with more questions. She looked in much better shape this time: she seemed well-rested, and much more coherent. Jessica had clearly been studying hard, and it was paying off. We went over some more material from the course, and I gave her some more tips and techniques to do well.

Once again, though, I had to try not to stare at her fit young body as we talked. Jessica was wearing a pair of skimpy shorts, which showed off her long, toned, tan legs from thighs to ankles. Her feet were covered up by sneakers, but I could just glimpse the edges of a pair of white ‘no-show’ socks around her ankles, much to my secretive delight.

Halfway through our session, Jessica suddenly interrupted me.

“I’m sorry professor Belton, but my feet are KILLING me from practice. I hope you don’t mind if I take my shoes off for a little bit.”

“Uh...no, I guess that’s fine.” I stammered, watching her untie her sneakers.

Her expression changed then, eyes going a little bit wide.

“Oh, right, I forgot! – you’re, like, into socks, huh? I’ll just take these off so they don’t distract you.” My mouth nearly watered at the sight of her propping those long, luscious legs on the table, and peeling off her ankle socks. I did my best to pretend I didn’t notice, and breathed a little sigh of relief when she tucked the socks away out of my sight.

I thought this was a bit odd, but I really didn’t mind. So, I turned my attention back to helping her review the lectures, doing my best not to be distracted by her massaging her own bare feet as we talked. The remaining half-hour seemed to last for a whole afternoon, but eventually it was over. I sent Jessica on her way, enjoying the view as I watched her walk down the hall away from my office.

No sooner had I sat back down at my desk than I discovered an email from Lauren. It was short, and cryptic:

“I sent you another present this week, Derek – it’ll be under where Jess was sitting. Have fun!

—ML”

I looked, and there, on the floor, I found the surprise my Mistress had sent for me. Under the chair where Jessica had been sitting, lay the pair socks she had been wearing. She hadn’t put them back on with her shoes, apparently acting on one of Lauren’s posthypnotic suggestions. Thinking about the amount of control Lauren had over Jessica was enough to get me hard almost instantly; I raced home to deal with the situation, my head awash with fantasies of Jessica’s perfectly sculpted body, and Lauren’s seductive control.