The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Laura looked around the small room, taking in the smoothed cinderblock texture. She only lived in the dorms during her first semester and as soon as she was able, she moved into an apartment just off campus with two other girls. Since becoming active in Omega Xi, Laura had lost touch with both of them. To be sure, neither probably wanted much to do with her anyway.

Yasmine sat nervously on her bed, watching the picturesque blonde survey her room. She hadn’t intended on the imposing beauty coming up, but, well, Laura sort of invited herself. And now, as Yasmine waited helplessly, Laura took her time to drink in every detail…keeping Yasmine off-balance was just a small side benefit.

The room was small but tidy. There were pictures taped to the walls as well as shelves lined with books. The two metal-framed twin beds on either side of the room were tastefully draped, if a bit homey. Most of the pictures had variations of three people in them: Yasmine, Yasmine’s boyfriend (Laura guessed given the few sappy-romantic poses) and a third girl. “Who’s this?” Laura asked, pointing to the girl in the photos.

“That’s Lilly, my roommate. She’s my best friend. We’ve known each other since grade school.”

Lilly was one of those just slightly pudgy girls that could have been really pretty if she just had any self-confidence. After all, once Charli came out of her shell, she was truly stunning…despite not having a supermodel figure like Laura. Lilly’s potential was particularly revealed in a Halloween photo that must have been recent (since it was taken in this very room). As with many college girls, Halloween is a time to dress up in risqué costumes one normally wouldn’t be caught dead in. The photo was of the boyfriend flanked by Yasmine and Lilly. Yasmine was dressed in drag, like an early twentieth century news reporter complete with tweed coat, hat, “press” sticker, accordion camera, and black-powder shelf like the old time flashes. Lilly, on the other hand was wearing a little red devil outfit, complete with fishnet stockings, red bustier, pitchfork, and horns. The fabric was stretched a little tight around the middle, but her breasts looked enormous. What Laura really focused in on was how Lilly was looking at Yasmine’s boyfriend with undisguised lust. Laura was sure it wasn’t just a pose.

“And who’s the hunk?” Laura was being complimentary. He was good looking, but she didn’t think he’d ever make it onto one of the Omega Xi party invitation lists.

“That’s Jason, my boyfriend. He’s a freshman on the football team – offensive line. Second string.”

“Cute,” Laura said dryly. ‘Jesus, this girl really is Smallville, isn’t she? Rooms with her high school best friend, dating her high school sweetheart…and she wants to be an Omega Xi?’ Laura decided to test a hunch. “So, when did you steal him away from Lilly?”

Yasmine’s eyes were wide in astonishment. “How…how did…?” Yasmine’s stammering was all the proof Laura needed. Her smile told the shocked girl that there was no use denying it.

Yasmine slumped. “Sophomore year in high school. They lived next door to each other. All three of us were friends long before that, but Lilly…um…developed…first. But she was so shy. They never REALLY dated. They never even kissed. So one day I asked him out and he said yes. We’ve been together ever since.”

Laura thought about the situation. Either Yasmine was more devious than she pretended to be or Lilly was so lacking in self confidence that she was willing to remain friends with the girl who stole the guy she had a crush on just to not lose a friend.

Earlier in the evening, Laura had taken Yasmine out to a small little Italian restaurant that she was fond of. It was obscure enough that none of the other Omega Xis would happen upon them, and it allowed Laura a chance to observe Yasmine out in the real world. From what Laura witnessed, if Yasmine was accepted into Omega Xi, there were plenty of lessons that the girl would have to learn. She had a pretty enough face and her figure was acceptable, but her sheltered upbringing marked her as unsophisticated and clumsy.

It was the little things, like how Yasmine held a fork: gripped in her fist like she was going to stab someone with it instead of holding it delicately in her fingers. Also, the girl left her purse on the table. Laura thought briefly about how Brittany would hide a camera in her purse in order to film her solicitous acts and then blackmail her clients later for even more money. But Laura just couldn’t think Yasmine was that type of person.

Laura actually found the girl’s innocence refreshingly sweet. It was even endearing how curious Yasmine was – asking questions between mouthfuls of food…another area of social etiquette that would need to be addressed. She had a lot of questions about the sorority, but that was to be expected since she was hoping to join. Laura could see the disappointment in her face when her questions were answered evasively…but heck, it was a SECRET sorority after all…Still, in spite of her misgivings, Laura found herself liking the girl. It was nice to finally be making an acquaintance that wasn’t out to get something or was damaged in some way.

“Okay, enough chit chat. We’re going clubbing. What are you going to wear?” Yasmine slumped. Laura had mentioned it at the beginning of their “date,” but she hoped Laura was either kidding or would forget about it after dinner. No such luck.

Laura was already dressed to go clubbing. She wore her favorite light silver dress that stopped high on her legs. The spaghetti straps and deep neckline made it look like Laura was wearing hardly anything at all. Dangly silver ear rings and high heels rounded out the outfit.

Yasmine opened her closet and tentatively picked out an outfit and held it up to her body. A simple shake of Laura’s head was all it took to return it back from whence it came. It took several tries but Yasmine finally found a cocktail-style dress that was passable. It was something she’d once worn over the summer for a party for her father and his business partners, and despite the appreciative glances they’d given her, her mother was not impressed.

“But isn’t it too cold for this? I mean, it’s snowing outside!”

Laura sighed. “Believe me, once you get into the club, you won’t want to be wearing a parka. Besides, the cold air does wonderful things for these—” Laura reached out and tweaked Yasmine’s nipple. The girl shrieked in surprise more than pain. Forcing a smile, she laughed along with Laura.

Laura helped Yasmine into the dress and also helped with hair and makeup. Yasmine stood before the full length mirror that was glued to the back of the dorm room’s door and examined herself. She didn’t think she’d ever looked this sexy. Laura stood behind her and put her hands on the girl’s shoulders. “Okay, shoulders back, and stand straight.” Yasmine did as she was told and noticed the effect immediately. Laura put one hand under Yasmine’s chin and the other on the back of her neck and pulled a little, indicating that Yasmine should elongate her neck. “Notice how just that little improvement in posture helps you look more slender and graceful and accentuates these?” She reached around Yasmine’s waist and tugged the material down and then smoothed it with her hands. Yasmine’s breathing quickened a bit and flush came to her face. Laura reached up and cupped the girl’s breasts, lifting them and separating them a bit, getting them into just the right position. Laura also gently rubbed the nipples through the material with her thumb, and despite Yasmine’s wishes to the contrary, they hardened and poked at the dress’s material. “And when these are awake, the guys will know that you’re not wearing a bra and that you’re excited to see them.” More disturbing than Laura’s hands on her breasts was the proximity of her lips to Yasmine’s ears. The hot breath and sultry sound of her voice was having an uncomfortable effect down below.

At just that moment the door opened and in walked Lilly. Laura unhurriedly lowered her hands and Yasmine’s roommate took in the girl’s embarrassed flush and erect nipples right away. Laura just smiled wickedly and took a step back.

“Uh, Lilly…um…this is Laura.”

Laura extended her hand and Lilly took it uncertainly.

“It’s uh…nice to meet you. So, where are you all off to?”

Laura answered indifferently. “A little club I know. You want to join us?”

Yasmine’s look of horror disappeared before Lilly saw it, but Laura caught it. Thankfully Lilly had other plans…plans which seemed to involve a rented movie and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s.

“Uh…no. You two have fun.”

Laura took that as her cue and ushered Yasmine out the door. Before closing it, she turned to Lilly and said, “It was a pleasure meeting you. I hope I have the chance to get to know you better.” Laura was sure that Lilly was as stunned by that that as she was by seeing her roommate get felt up. No doubt neither expected politeness from an Omega Xi.

“Come on. We’ll grab a cab.”

Despite the cold dashes from the dorm to the cab and from the cab into the club, Yasmine was glad Laura talked her into wearing something light. The club was crowded, hot – practically stifling. Given the long line of people waiting to get in, Yasmine still couldn’t believe the bouncer unhooked the velvet rope once he recognized Laura.

Quickly finding a high-top table, Laura ordered two cosmopolitans. Nobody even asked for an ID. Yasmine watched the way Laura scoped out the room, as if she were mentally tagging the haves and the have-nots. For several minutes while they were waiting for their drinks, Laura just intently eyed the crowd. It gave Yasmine time to really look the woman over. There was this unconscious elegance about her, this immediate sexual radiance that was as much a part of her as was breathing. Yasmine was staring so intently that it took a moment to realize that Laura was staring back, waiting for the girl to realize that her gaze had locked.

Yasmine’s embarrassment was mitigated somewhat by the arrival of the drinks. Laura raised a toast, “To the hottest girls in the club,” and they clinked glasses. Laura winked at her table mate and took a sip. Yasmine’s swallowed half the drink before realizing just how strong it was.

They talked and chatted, but Laura made no move for the dance floor. That suited Yasmine just fine as she watched some of the experts on the floor. It took all her courage just to come to the club (as if she had a choice), and there was no way she was going to embarrass herself by showing her lack of dance skills.

It was only when, after about an hour, she stood up to go to the bathroom that she realized just how tipsy she was. It hadn’t even occurred to her that as her glass would approach empty, a waiter would replace it. By the time she returned, she was half staggering and trying unsuccessfully to avoid bumping into people. Besides loosening her balance, the liquor also helped loosen her candor.

“I bet you could leave here with any guy you wanted,” Yasmine said in a half-dare. She was slouching somewhat and had to make repeated efforts to sit straight.

Laura didn’t even flinch. “Yeah…probably.”

Yasmine’s eyes widened with mock impression. She’d grown comfortable enough in Laura’s presence that her title as president of the campus’s most elite sorority was no longer a barrier to conversation. “Pretty confident!” Yasmine drained the remnants of what had to be her fourth or fifth cosmo.

Laura saw her opening. “Not confidence. Just fact.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not. I’ll prove it. You pick any guy here and I’ll have him on the dance floor with me within three minutes.”

“If you can’t?”

“If I can’t then I’ll pay for a romantic evening for you and your boyfriend. Dinner, movie, and luxury suite at the Radisson.” Yasmine gulped at the size of the stakes. She didn’t have the money to match that. Laura seemed to sense the girl’s unease. “But if I win – you join me on the dance floor.”

Yasmine gulped again. She’d rather be forced to come up with a monetary reward like Laura’s…Surely Laura had to be over-confident. “O…okay.”

“Go ahead, pick someone.”

While Laura waited as Yasmine scoped out the crowd, another round of drinks arrived. Laura watched Yasmine over the rim of her martini glass as she sipped her drink. Yasmine could feel Laura’s eyes boring into her. The sexy woman’s intense gaze was making her uncomfortably warm and it forced her to speed up her selection. She felt like a mouse being toyed with by a cat.

“That guy over there. Near the end of the bar. Red shirt, with his arm around the girl in the black dress.” Yasmine was sure that since the guy was clearly attached to someone, there was no way Laura could fulfill her end of the bet.

Laura looked at him for a minute, sizing up her prey. The seconds on her three-minute time limit were ticking away but she still made no move. She watched as he ordered a drink for himself and one for his girl. The mirror on the back of the bar showed his face and she studied that. When he paid the lovely and noticeably busty bartender, she saw what she was looking for and stood from the table. “I’ll see you on the dance floor in two minutes.”

Yasmine could tell there wasn’t a doubt in her mind. And just like that, the bet was over. Laura walked up to him, wedged herself between the man and his girl. She whispered something in his ear and walked to the dance floor, not looking back. The man looked at Laura, looked at his girl, then at Laura again, and finally back at his girl. He took a long drink on his beer and followed Laura out to the dance floor leaving his girl staring at him in stunned surprise.

If Yasmine hadn’t seen what happened next, she wouldn’t have believed it. The song ended about a minute later. The guy stood close to Laura and snaked his hand down to her ass. Laura smiled and twisted out of his grasp and shooed him away, clearly done with him. His face darkened and he grabbed Laura roughly by the arm. She seemed to have expected it because half a second later the guy was curled up on the floor holding his balls. Laura’s kick was so quick and powerful, Yasmine almost missed it. A few seconds later security carried the guy out and the dancing picked up as if nothing had happened. The guy’s date followed him and security out, yelling a string of creative curse words.

Yasmine turned back to the dance floor and Laura was staring at her. She crooked her finger twice and waited for Yasmine to join her. Yasmine wanted to cry, but she’d lost the bet fair and square. Hopefully, once Laura learned just how bad a dancer she was, they’d return to the table or better yet, leave.

Yasmine stepped onto the dance floor and Laura quickly put her arms around the girl’s neck, swaying her hips to the beat. Yasmine was completely out of her element, but Laura helped, getting her to sway in time and at least loosen up. The liquid courage she’d been drinking for the last hour helped and soon Yasmine was dancing as well…if it could be called ‘dancing.’ It was more like semi-rhythmic spasms…but as Yasmine soon realized, no one in the club seemed to care. Laura was never more than arm’s length away from her and to the girl’s discomfort, she kept holding her close and giving playful touches. At first Yasmine was completely put off by this. But when she noticed the smoldering looks the hot guys were giving them, she became less self conscious, even playfully grabbing Laura’s ass a few times. It was emboldening and empowering, especially when Laura returned her glances with that heated gaze.

It was really loud and Yasmine found that she needed to practically hold Laura against her body just to shout into her ear. “So you haven’t told me! How did you get that guy out here?!” Yasmine realized that Laura had put a hand around her waist and wasn’t letting her pull back. In fact, one of Laura’s hands was resting quite comfortably on Yasmine’s ass and her cheek was pressed firmly against Yasmine’s so her lips were near her ear. Moreover, Laura had begun a very sensuous grinding with her pelvis and Yasmine was more than a little uncomfortable.

“It was easy,” Laura said into Yasmine’s ear. “I just told him to ditch the bitch, join me on the dance floor.” Laura could feel the surprise in Yasmine’s face. It couldn’t have been that simple. “I knew he saw me as a sure thing. When I was done with him, I knew he’d try to get rough. Any guy that ditches his date like that is cocksure…He deserved what he got.”

“But how did you know?”

Laura gave Yasmine’s ass another squeeze, holding her even tighter against her leg. “It was easy. When he paid for his drink, I saw his eyes drink in the bartender’s breasts. Anyone who’d ogle another woman so overtly, even with his girl on his arm is clearly just looking to get laid.”

“Is that what being an Omega Xi is like? Knowing how to steal men from their girlfriends with just a glance and an empty promise?”

Laura pulled back and studied Yasmine’s face. From anyone else that question would have been taken as a challenge. But Laura didn’t sense anything other than a deep curiosity…plus Yasmine was drunk and that probably loosened her tongue. “It can be. It’s up to the girl. Personally, I never would have gone for that guy. YOU picked him remember?” Laura didn’t bother to elaborate – in truth, she never would have gone for him because he was neither handsome enough, famous enough, nor did he appear to be rich enough.

Yasmine looked sheepish. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” Yasmine bit her lip, thinking over something. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes like she was about to take some bad medicine and leaned in for a kiss.

It took Laura by surprise, especially because of its awkwardness, but she responded in kind. Ignoring the hoots and hollers from admirers in the club, Laura deepend the kiss, pressing her tongue against Yasmine’s lips. There was initial resistance, but as soon as Yasmine relented and parted her lips, Laura’s tongue snaked inside. The kiss lasted for several minutes and when Laura pulled back, she noticed that Yasmine’s eyes were tightly shut. Laura waited until Yasmine opened her eyes. She was a little off balance and Laura didn’t know if it was from the kiss or from the cosmos.

“That…that wasn’t too bad…” Yasmine said uncertainly, flush with embarrassment.

“Hmph…I’ve never had any complaints!” Laura said with mock sternness. Yasmine apparently didn’t catch the sarcasm.

“No! I mean…it was good…great. I just never…I’m not…you know…”

“Yeah I know. I think it’s time we headed home.”

Yasmine was more than ready to leave, especially once she realized that a whole crowd of men was watching them, hoping for a repeat performance. Their groans of disappointment were actually somewhat thrilling as they headed for the door.

Yasmine groaned. The world was spinning way too fast and if she released her grip on the mattress, she was sure she’d fly off. She put her hand on her head and her elbow banged against the headboard. And that triggered a disturbing thought: “My bed doesn’t have a headboard…”

Slowly awareness started settling in. In the distance it sounded like someone typing on a keyboard…but why were they typing so loudly? It sounded like the keyboard was pressed against her ears and the typist was being unusually cruel.

She groaned again and the typing stopped. When she finally dared to open her eyes the gloriously beautiful form of Laura was standing over her. She was wearing only a cropped t-shirt and high-cut panties. It took a second to recognize her because the stunning blonde had her hair tied back and was wearing glasses.

“Good morning lover. When you’re feeling up to it, I suggest you drink this.” Laura put a glass of orange juice down on the nightstand and walked away. Even in the haze of her hangover, Yasmine couldn’t help but admire her perfectly shaped ass as it sashayed into the other part of the room. ‘I’m admiring it like I would a sculpture…not in any…sick…way…’ she tried to convince herself. And then the horrible truth hit her: ‘Did she say “lover”?’

Yasmine sat up in the strange bed a little too quickly. The room spun and for a moment she thought she’d lose whatever was left in her stomach. Tamping down the nausea, she stood and looked for Laura, desperately trying to remember what happened between leaving the club and waking up in Laura’s bed. The last she could remember was kissing on the dance floor… ‘Oh God…’

Laura had returned to her desk and was typing away at something. She finally spun in her chair and gave Yasmine a leering once over with her eyes. When Laura smiled and licked her lips, Yasmine turned pale. Laura laughed at how easy it was to torment the tussled girl.

Yasmine followed Laura’s gaze as her eyes roved lazily up and down and finally realized that she was only wearing panties. She quickly covered herself with her arms and turned several shades of red. Laura let the girl squirm a little longer before handing her a t-shirt. “I gave you one last night, but you kept on taking it off in your sleep. I finally gave up and let you be. Didn’t know you were such a slut when drunk, did you?”

Yasmine slipped the t-shirt over her head, a look of concern on her face. “Did we…uh…you know?”

Laura took several seconds before answering. Yasmine tried not to show disgust on her face, but she wasn’t doing a very good job. “No. You’re still technically a girl-girl virgin.”

Again, Yasmine tried to hide the relief but it was all too apparent.

“You know, I’ve never had anyone be relieved that they DIDN’T fuck me.” Laura leaned back in her chair, bracing one incredibly long leg on her desk. Besides showing off her smooth toned legs, it also pulled her brief panties tight against her mound, showing off the outline of her pussy.

Yasmine couldn’t tell if she was joking but moved quickly to make amends. She was also turning red with either excitement or embarrassment. “No…it’s not that…it’s just…I drank so much…and…”

Laura put on her best disarming smile. “Don’t worry. I’m not really mad.” She lowered her leg back to the floor. “Too bad, though. I think you would have liked it.”

Yasmine tried to return Laura’s smile, but was unsuccessful. Her face was beet-red, but she really couldn’t say why? That she might have embarrassed someone she was hoping was becoming a friend? That the subject-matter of their conversation was far more explicit than any she’d ever had with another woman? That Laura’s confidence in the pleasure she could have given her was so absolute…and that Yasmine for a moment regretted that she didn’t take advantage of being drunk to see if Laura was correct…? She found another chair and pulled it up next to Laura, slouching in a failed attempt to hide the erect nipples that were pressing against the slightly too-tight tee. “So…What…happened last night?”

“We came back here after the club. We made out for a while. Then you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. When you didn’t return I went and checked on you and you had passed out on the toilet.”

Yasmine was mortified. “Oh God…Please tell me that’s not what happened!”

“Sorry, that’s exactly what happened. I cleaned you up, and put you in bed.”

“That’s…that’s all?” she asked skeptically.

Laura raised her eyebrows. ‘Does she really think I’d take advantage of her?’ “Yes, that’s all.”

Yasmine wasn’t sure if she was relieved, disappointed, or what. Part of her worried that she’d blown a huge chance – she needed to know more about Omega Xi, especially now that she had committed herself to trying to get inside…Part of her, however, thought she’d just dodged a bullet.

“Listen. I like you. I don’t say that about many people…certainly not about anyone here in this house.” Yasmine was surprised by that admission, but held her tongue. “If last night wasn’t a fluke and you want to try again sometime, great. If not, no big deal. Either way, I want you to make that decision…sober.” Laura seemed to carefully consider something before saying what she said next. “Plus, I’ve decided to give you a shot in the sorority. I won’t lie to you, you’re chances of success are less than one-in-four…and that’s even if you work really really hard. But you’ve got something. I’m going to go out on a huge limb here and champion you. I’ll expect you to try your hardest. And even if you’re not Omega Xi material, I hope we can still be friends. I think you could be just the thing this sorority needs.”

Yasmine couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She honestly didn’t expect to get in, but this opportunity was like finding gold. “Yes. Whatever you say!” To her surprise, Laura actually looked a little disappointed.

“Don’t agree just yet. Take a second. Ask yourself if it is really the sorority that you want to be part of. You’re a sweet girl and I don’t think you need it. In fact, I’d probably think more of you if you DIDN’T want to join.”

Laura’s subtle plea was completely lost on Yasmine. “NO! I WANT to join! I can’t believe it! I’m going to be an Omega Xi! I’ll finally get to know all…I mean, I’ll be one of you! Thank you! Thank you!”

Laura found it hard to mask her disappointment given the girl’s enthusiasm. Smiling, she held out her arms and Yasmine threw herself in for a hug. In her excitement, Yasmine forgot about her wariness and moved to kiss Laura full on the lips. But her now-mentor backed away.

“Sorry, hon…another time…after you’ve brushed your teeth!”

Yasmine backed away embarrassed, but still beaming. “S…sorry. I…I should probably get going. Lilly will wonder what happened to me.”

Laura handed her a pair of Natalie’s jeans so that she didn’t have to do a “walk of shame” back to the dorms.

When the door closed behind Yasmine, Laura smiled to herself. There was something special about Yasmine. Even if nothing sexual ever evolved between the two, Laura was glad she’d given the girl a chance. Ideally, Yasmine would quickly realize that she didn’t REALLY want to be an Omega Xi and would drop out. This way, she wouldn’t have to be subjected to the darker face of the sorority.

It was strange – Laura was having feelings for this girl that went beyond simple fondness. She wanted to protect her from all that Omega Xi had done to her, and yet still infuse her with the confidence that being an Omega Xi brought. Yasmine had tried so hard last night to befriend her – clearly the whole making-out thing wasn’t her bag, but Yasmine instigated it in the first place. Laura hoped she got the message across to her young friend that she didn’t need to join the sorority nor make-out with her to be her friend.

It was later that same afternoon. Laura had barely left her computer all day, working on the final paper for Dr. Walter’s class. It was the hardest thing she’d ever had to do…academically speaking, that is. Normally if a class got this difficult she’d seduce the teacher…but that wouldn’t work in this case – the teacher was her master, after all. Besides, she wanted him to be proud of her effort. Even if she only earned a ‘C’, it’d be HERS.

Needing to take a mental break, she checked her email. There was a message from Charli:

“Hey L,

Plans are about ready for today’s party for Gregg. Thanks for reserving the suite. Also, are you bringing anyone with you? I’ve heard about how you’ve been “rewarding” some of your girls by “introducing” them to Gregg. Any of them been particularly good this week? (If any of them have been particularly BAD, maybe we should resurrect Mistress Cheryl and have her give some punishments… ;—) I have to admit, I miss playing that role and wouldn’t mind paddling a few more of your sisters!

Also, I think Chad’s got something up his sleeve. He’s not really good at keeping secrets, but he’s walking around like he’s over-proud of something. Any chance he’s told you? Just curious. If not I’ll find out tonight. (He’s even managed to keep his secret despite my most PERSUASIVE techniques...)

Finally, bad news. Remember that picture you wanted me to decode? The one you took of Yasmine’s notebook with all the funny squiggles? Well, my friend who’s a secretary in the IT department confirmed that it is shorthand and she translated it for me. See attached…

…sorry. :—( Call me if you want to.

-C

Laura opened the attachment, taking a second to remember what it was that she asked Charli to translate. She had completely forgotten about the doubts she initially had about the cute freshman.

After reading it two more times to make sure she had read it correctly, Laura snapped. She screamed in rage and threw the thickest, heaviest book she could find through the window.