The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Karen unlocked the door and dropped her bag at the foot of the stairs. She sighed as she bent down to pick up the mail, depositing it on the entry table. After kicking off her sneakers and verifying that none of the mail was hers, she slowly made her way up the stairs to her room. As she reached her door she noticed that it was ajar, and she pushed it open to find her step-brother using her computer.

“Chris, you know you’re not allowed to be in here, let alone use my computer,” she said, with perhaps a bit more whine in her voice than she would have liked.

“Calm down Karen, you’ve been bitching about your broken DVD drive for weeks, I’m just swapping it out,” he replied without really looking at her.

“Well, fine, whatever, but times up, get out of my room.”

“Fine, no need to get so pissed about it,” he said, rolling his eyes as he left the room.

Once Chris had left her room, she quickly locked the door behind him. She hoped he hadn’t been snooping too much. She hadn’t been clearing her browser history, and wasn’t happy at the prospect of him doing too much digging through her pages for the last few days.

Karen hesitated a minute before loading up the site again. The story she had been reading about hypnotic conditioning loaded onto the screen. It featured a girl who had been unwittingly giving up control to her hypnotist… just thinking about the story had made her a little horny. She closed her eyes and imagined how it would feel to lose control like that, to be completely helpless.

She slid her shorts down her legs as she read, making it easier for her hand to slip into her panties. She slid a finger along her pussy as she scrolled the story with her free hand. It wasn’t too long before she was struggling to hold back her moans as an orgasm began to build, and as her climax hit her she couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure. As she sat, basking in the afterglow, she was mortified to hear what she assumed were Chris’ footsteps moving away from her door.

“What a pervert,” she muttered.

About a week later the front door opened and Karen walked through, bending over to pick-up the mail on the floor. She sorted through some envelopes and took a look at the package that had been delivered. The address label said that the package was for… her? That didn’t make any sense... she hadn’t ordered anything. The return address simply read ‘eTranz, Inc’... hmmm… That name seemed familiar, but she was unable to place it.

She dropped all of the mail addressed to her parents onto the tall stack next to the door. They had been away for a few weeks on some silly romantic cruise, and they wouldn’t be back for a few more days. Karen then grabbed the package, and the rest of her mail, and continued up to her room.

After tossing her bag and extra mail on to her desk she directed her attention to the package. She grabbed her pocketknife off the desk and carefully cut it open.

Karen opened the packaging and stared at contents, confused.

“What the hell?”

The package contained, what appeared to be a pair of opaque black stockings. The packaging had a sexy woman on her knees on the front, a spiral behind her figure. She turned the package over and discovered some information on the back.

“Make her mind your plaything!” was written in big letters on the back. This had to be some kind of prank, she thought to herself. She looked back in the package for any other clues. The only other object in the package was a small touch-screen device. It was mat black with silver accents, and it had a weird triple spiral logo on the back with an ‘e’ in the center. The words ‘eTranz, Inc’ were written below the logo.

She pushed the power button, and the screen flashed on. There was a single button in the center of the screen that simply said “Initialize”.

Karen hesitated for a minute before curiosity got the better of her, and she pressed the button.

“ERROR: No subject in vicinity wearing any eTranz clothing.”

“Whoa,” she thought, “that’s pretty fancy.”

She glanced over at the stockings. They had to be fake… right? The thought of a real mind control device, here in her room, in her hands, was making her extremely horny. She tentatively picked up the stockings and started to open the package. As she removed them from the plastic, she marveled at the fabric. It felt very nice on her skin… incredibly soft with an interesting tingly sensation. They were solid back, but they seemed to have some sort of silver substance that was subtly woven into the fabric in elaborate patterns.

Her arousal was getting the best of her… she had to try them on… she knew they had to be fake, but she didn’t care. She got up and locked the door to her room, and stripped down to her panties. She rolled the stockings out, and felt them again… she wondered how they would feel when they were on her legs.

As she began to pull the first one onto her leg, the tingling she had felt earlier spread from her toes and radiated up past her ankle. It felt good. She started to carefully pull the stocking up her leg. The more skin she covered with fabric, the more powerful that delicious tingling got. It was a nice feeling, a kind of background noise version of pleasure. As the fabric reached her upper thigh the sensation started to creep up to her pussy, and she closed her eyes to savor the feeling before eagerly starting to pull on the second stocking. When she had them both on she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror… the stockings really did her long legs justice. They made her look amazing.

She reached down for the device that had come with it, and closed her eyes as she hit the initialize button… nothing happened… her eyes opened and she looked down to it. The screen showed an outline of a female body with the legs illuminated. There were a few buttons on the right; she pressed the top one marked “Status”. There was a delay as some statistics printed in the corner that she assumed applied to her:

Willpower:	98%
Programming:	0%
Arousal:	47%
State:	Unlocked
Prog. Target:	None

“Well I’ll be dammed,” she muttered. ”It is real.”

She tapped the button next to ‘Programming target’, a long list of options came up; Obedient Secretary, Sultry French Maid, Submissive Sex Slave, Mindless Slut, User Friendly Pleasure-Bot, Innocent Schoolgirl, and Ruthless Dominatrix. She tried to back out but it wouldn’t let her leave the menu without choosing something... she tapped Submissive Sex Slave and it returned her to the menu.

The device was pretty impressive… she wondered what the other options did. When she tapped the ‘Stockings Lock’ it popped up a note that read simply “Locked” but nothing seemed to happen. She went to the next item on the list, “Programming”.

The device popped up a few options; one to remove programming, one to initialize programming, and one to lock programming. Without thinking she tapped the initialize programming button;

“Program Initialized”

She got frightened… but nothing happened. She was confused, and honestly a little disappointed. The thought of these being real had made her so horny. She didn’t want to be a slave… but the thought of it… losing all control… god it was just so hot. She brought up the status screen on the display again.

Willpower:	68%
Programming:	0%
Arousal:	75%
State:	Locked
Prog. Target:	Sub Sex Slave

Yea, that was accurate… she definitely felt more aroused with all this thinking about becoming a helpless sex slave.

I should be naked.

Karen finally noticed how wet she had gotten. Her panties were soaked, and she couldn’t remember a time she had been so aroused. The wetness was distracting and uncomfortable. She thought about changing them, but she figured she might just ruin the next pair.

I should be naked.

So it only made sense to take them off.

She stood up to remove them, and as they slid down her long legs she let out a series of little groans. Their friction with the fabric of the stockings had sent a series of pleasurable sensations into her legs. Once she removed the undergarment, she casually tossed them into the corner, returning to the device.

I should masturbate.

A grin played across her face as she slid a hand between her legs; her arousal was proving too much for her to resist a quickie. As her finger slid over her slit and between the lips of her pussy, she moaned. She continued to slowly finger herself as she looked over the device and tried to figure out how it worked. It had to work... she so wanted it be real. Her fingers tapped at the various menus, but nothing seemed to give her any additional information. She went back to the main display. Maybe she had to click something on the main status screen.

Willpower:	37%
Programming:	0%
Arousal:	96%
State:	Locked
Prog. Target:	Sub Sex Slave

Wait… something was wrong… she was trying to figure out what was amiss, but a moan broke her concentration.

I should masturbate. I need a release.

Her fingers rubbed her clit faster and she felt the climax building. Her legs happened to slid against one another and her brain was flooded with pleasure that triggered her climax. The orgasm stunned her a little, and she dropped the controller on the bed. Her eyes rolled slightly as the pleasure curled her toes.

The stockings feel so wonderful. I don’t want to take them off.

She marveled at the feel of the stockings as she rubbed them with her fingers… they felt so wonderful, it was a shame they didn’t work.

Wearing the stockings makes me feel sexy.

She would keep them, even if they didn’t work. The feel of them just made her feel so sexy.

I love how the stockings feel covering my legs.

Her fingers ran up her leg, and she moaned. The erotic feeling of the stockings was covering every inch of her legs.

The stockings make me feel so submissive.

Why did she feel weird… she felt like she was forgetting something... she... she wanted something, but what was it... why had she put these stockings on anyway?

I want someone to command me.

“God it would be so hot if these worked, I could find someone to use them on me,” she muttered to herself in a haze.

I want the man who commands me to be my master.

“He would stand over me and force me to be obediant. I would kneel before him and do whatever he asked,” she paused, smiled, and corrected herself, “Whatever he commanded.”

I want to submit my will to master.

“He would be my master,” she moaned, “I would be his helpless slave.”

Karen smiled as the image flooded her mind of her naked form; kneeling... she knew that she was submitting her will to the tall dark figure that stood before her.

When I obey, I feel pleasure.

Karen’s eyes rolled back in her head as the sensations became more intense... she had never felt this good on her own before.

I need to pleasure myself to be submissive.

As she slid two fingers back into her waiting pussy, she finally noticed something was amiss...

“God they are real... they are trying to make me a slave,” she muttered as her fingers slid in and out of her pussy.

I will always be submissive and obediant.

Karen moaned, she felt so helpless Part of her brain was trying to summon the will to fight but the rest of her was pleading to let it happen.

Suddenly, the former part of her mind won out and a wave of confusion and doubt swept through her. Gathering all of her remaining willpower she was able to stop, remove her wet fingers from between her legs, and take a deep breath. Karen tried to return to her senses, but it had felt so good to just submit and obey the urges. Too good. She stood, and moved to the bed where she reached for the controller.

Willpower:	10%
Programming:	8%
Arousal:	98%
State:	Locked
Prog. Target:	Sub Sex Slave

“Oh God, it’s starting to program me, I shouldn’t let it...”

I love being programmed.

She paused, confused.

It’s nothing to be worried about.

“I guess I don’t need to freak out... There’s nothing to worry about...”

I need to cum. It will allow me to submit.

Her fingers moved, unconsciously, back down between her legs and slid back along the lips of her pussy. Karen marveled at how wet she had become. Her juices had begun to drip down her thighs. Her finger slid effortlessly into her pussy and she closed her eyes as she felt the climax approaching.

“Oh Fuuuuuck,” she screamed as the orgasm finally hit her like a freight train. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her legs bucked and she fell to her knees. The waves of pleasure drove the thoughts from her head and she gave up on any notion of resisting. She kneeled, naked and dazed, on the floor of her room for several minutes.

The stockings wasted no time and took advantage of her distracted state to alter her reality further. Karen wasn’t listening to the voice, but it was telling her things... all she cared about was the pleasure.

After a few minutes she was able to think clearly again.

“Holy shit; that was amazing,” she said as she stood back up.

Karen looked at herself in her mirror, the stockings running almost the entire length of her legs, encasing them in black obedience.

“Maybe I should take them off,” Karen thought, “That was amazing, but they are kind of dangerous...”

I want to keep them on. I know obedience is pleasure.

Karen smiled, “On second thought, they feel pretty good. Besides, I have the controller, so it’s not like I really going to end up as some mindless sex slave.” As Karen finished the thought a wave of pleasure flowed through her... she was a good girl.

Deciding that it was probably time to stop sitting around masturbating, she stood and walked to her closet. She threw on a t-shirt and reached for a pair of jeans.

I don’t want to wear anything that covers my stockings.

She hesitated for some reason. After a second she reached for the short skirt that she had wanted to wear.

Karen pulled on the skirt and admired herself in the mirror. It was a bit revealing, not quite reaching the tops of her stockings, maybe she should wear something else.

Wearing less clothing makes me feel sexy and obedient.

Deciding to keep the skirt, Karen headed downstairs to watch television. Her step-brother was already watching something. She sat on the couch and quietly watched what he was watching... it was some science fiction thing. She wasn’t interested and was about to make him change the channel...

I am submissive and obedient.

Karen stopped, and decided that Chris should decide what they watched... he was the man of the house after all. She hadn’t known her step-brother for very long, but he was in his early twenties, like her, and was only a year behind her at their University. Chris wasn’t too bad looking, and if he stopped being such a creep he might have a better shot at getting laid.

Karen shook her head, what was she thinking; Chris was a creep, and her step-brother. She went back to watching the show. As she tried to figure out the plot she noticed that her step-brother kept stealing looks back at her. She didn’t understand what he was looking at, until she looked down and finally noticed that she had come down with no underwear and a very short skirt. The net result being, that she had been flashing her step-brother her naked pussy. She quickly crossed her legs, blushing fiercely.

Not wearing panties makes me so horny. I don’t care if people know.

Wait, why was she so worried about her step-brother seeing anything? She had a great body and it was about time he noticed. The next time he glanced back she smiled at him, and with a wink she uncrossed her legs slowly. The fabric of the stockings slid together as she did, and she had to struggle to stifle the moan. As Chris stared at her display she noticed the bulge he had growing in his jeans, and she smiled.

I love it when people see my naked body, it makes me horny.

His watching was making her wet. Her legs unconsciously got a little wider, and she felt a droplet of moisture leak from her pussy. Karen was resisting shoving her fingers into her pussy for now, but she was losing the fight. He wasn’t bothering to look away anymore. She smiled at him and spread her legs further causing her skirt to ride up. His eyes widened at this gesture, and he grinned at her.

I love masturbating for people. I can’t resist when I’m horny.

Her hands ran up her thighs, sending tingles along her legs.

“Your staring at my pussy is making me so horny,” she said, barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” he said grinning, “You’re pretty damn hot.”

“Fuck I’m so... I can’t... Chris, do you want a show?” she heard herself ask.

“Yes, please,” he responded as he moved closer to her, the arousal plain on his face, and she noted, in his jeans.

She ran her fingers up her thighs, moaning at the stocking’s electric sensations. Her finger started to move along her slit, teasing open her folds, and exposing her clit. Unable to resist her desire, she finally allowed herself to slide a finger inside of her pussy. Karen closed her eyes and stroked her waiting clit and moaned. When she opened her eyes she saw that he had moved again and was sitting right in front of her, his eyes locked on her pussy.

I love my pussy getting licked.

When he leaned forward she moved her hand out of the way. She looked into his eyes with a pleading glance.

I love the feel of a tongue parting my folds and licking my clit.

He looked into her eyes

“Please,” she begged, reaching out and guiding his face into her pussy.

His tongue fumbled around for a minute before he found her clit, but when he did she groaned deeply. He continued to enthusiastically lick, and she guided him with moans and encouragement. He was a quick study, and soon Karen had leaned back and wrapped her legs around his head as he continued to relentlessly pleasure her clit.

Karen moaned as she felt his fingers tentatively slip inside her pussy. They thrust in time to the rhythm of his tongue and she started to hump his face. A loud moaned escaped her lips and his hands and tongue continued to work her closer and closer to an incredible orgasm.

“Keep doing that… you’re going to make me cum,” Karen moaned.

She had barley finished speaking when the orgasm hit her, and she felt her pussy convulse around his fingers. Stars flooded her vision and she pushed him away.

“Did I do ok Karen?”

Smiling and basking in the afterglow, she looked over at her step-brother and felt something shift around in her mind.

I love to suck cock. It makes me feel submissive and obedient.

Her eyes slipped down to the bulge in Chris’ pants.

I crave it.

She licked her lips.

She looked up at her step-brother and she grinned wickedly. She stood up from the couch, pulled him to his feet, and pushed him onto the couch. Her hand moved to his fly and she unzipped him slowly.

“You did amazing, and one good turn,” she said with a smile.

Karen unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers. His hard cock sprang into view, and she licked her lips in anticipation.

Submissive obediant girls love to suck cock.

She kneeled before him and looked at his cock.

I’m submissive and obdiant.

Karen felt his hand on her head, and he pushed her mouth onto his shaft. She took his full length in her mouth and began to slowly bob up and down. Chris groaned as she worked, taking a break from sucking to lick his shaft and tease the head of his cock.

Karen was not expert cock sucker, but she wanted to become one. She knew all obediant sexy girls were expected to be blowjob experts. She was a little shocked to realize how much she loved every second of it; the feel of his cock in her mouth, the sensation of him sliding in and out and even the gagging sensation when he hit the back of her throat. He seemed to be enjoying it as well… she just hoped that he didn’t cum in her mouth...

The taste of cum in my mouth is divine. I can’t get enough.

Karen couldn’t wait for him to cum in her mouth. She desperately wanted to taste his delicious seed as it flowed down her throat. As coaxed him close to climax he started to groan. His hands suddenly grabbed her head and pressed it into his crotch as he shot his load deep within her mouth. After sucking down every last drop, she looked up at him with a hunger.

She wanted more.

Obedient submissive girls love to fuck.

She looked at Chris and got to her feet.

I love to fuck.

She made a sexy show of placing a leg on either side of Chris.

I need a hard cock between my legs.

His cock was hard. Her pussy was wet.

She knew what obedient girls do, and so she started to lower herself onto his waiting cock.

Suddenly, the fog of arousal lifted… what the fuck was she doing?

She quickly stood and backed away.

“I’m sorry Karen… I just…” he stammered, confused.

“No. It’s ok… I- I- just… we got carried away… let’s just- just pretend this didn’t happen.”

Karen turned around and ran off to her bedroom, confused. She had tried to fuck her step-brother… What was wrong with her, she wasn’t a slut…

I want to obey. Obedience is pleasure.

Karen just wanted to obey. That was totally different… after all serving the master was the- wait… what was going on… she looked down to the black stockings.

“Man, these things are dangerously good at their job. I better take them off... for now...”

Her hands quickly began to remove the first stocking, but as she started to pull it off her leg a strong pulse of sexual pleasure radiated up from her legs into her pussy. Karen gasped at the sensation of a lightning bolt of pleasure striking her clit. She groaned and fell to her knees.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and her hand helplessly fingered herself to another orgasm that was so strong that she almost passed out. As she teetered on the brink of consciousness she felt the stocking’s control strengthen as they had their way with her mind…

Obedience brings pleasure. To obey brings you incredible pleasure.

Yes, it was so simple. She obeyed.

I want to obey. I want to submit.

“God, I want to obey... please, command me...” she moaned to no one in particular.

I love sex. I can’t stop thinking about sex.

Karen moaned.

I can’t refuse sex, I’m nothing more than a slut.

“No,” she said, confused, “I’m not a slut... I need to...”

I love being a sexy, submissive, obedient slut.

Karen was confused. She wasn’t a slut, was she? She tried to remember but a wave of pleasure broke her train of thought.

I am nothing more than an eager slut.

Karen processed this new truth... unsure of what to believe.

My holes are for fucking. My mouth is for sucking.

She groaned as the flood of information ravaged her helpless mind, altering her reality.

I live to serve. I have always been a slut.

Yes, of course...

I am a slut. I will happily submit. I will eagerly obey.

Something had changed… wasn’t she supposed to resist something…

I surrender my will. I submit. I know I cannot resist.

“What... but... No... have to stop this...” she muttered.

As she moved to stand, another powerful shock of pleasure caused her to collapse on the floor. Her mind, exhausted, crumpled under the weight of the unending waves of pleasure and commands, and she muttered two words before passing out.

“I obey.”