The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The next morning Amanda woke and looked at the clock and saw it was only 7 O’clock but knew she would not be able to go back to sleep. She lay thinking for a few minutes, then remembering how Rebekah had been watching her the previous morning, glanced over at Rebekah who, Amanda was pleased to see, was sleeping soundly. Amanda rose, crept out of bed and to the bathroom, showered and washed her hair then returned to her dorm. Quietly, so as not to wake the slumbering Rebekah, she quickly dressed in the clothes she had already decided on. Soft white cotton bra and panties, a pink cotton pleated skirt and a white, low cut t-shirt. She quickly grabbed her hair about 3 inches above the nape of her neck and fixed it in a ponytail with a pink scrunchy. Her shoes had caused her a little more concern but had finally decided on a pair of white stiletto court shoes with 3-inch heels. ‘Quite the Essex Girl’ Amanda thought to her self with a smile. ‘All I need now is a white convertible.’

Without disturbing her friend she slipped out of the room and downstairs for breakfast. During the holidays the girls could take breakfast between 8 and 10 although the selection wasn’t as wide as it was during term time. Amanda just grabbed a bowl of cereal, a couple of rounds of dry toast and a cup of coffee. She realised she was the only one down so early, just after 8, and half expected Rebekah or Miss Parker to come in and join her but neither did, in fact the only other person to enter before Amanda left just after 8:30 was the young blonde athlete. ‘Maybe I was hasty in dismissing her.’ Amanda thought to herself as she looked at the girls fine body tone and long slender legs. Amanda looked at the clock on the wall but it had only just moved since the last time she’d looked and so only said 8:36. ‘Nearly an hour to kill.’ Amanda thought sullenly and decided to take a stroll through the grounds but then remembering how she was dressed decided against it and went instead to the library. Amanda was not surprised to find there were no books on hypnosis and even if there had been she had no more use for printed teaching, as she had a real flesh, and what lovely flesh, and blood teacher.

Finally the wall clock ticked around to 9:15. ‘Near enough’ Amanda thought to her self and headed for Miss Parker’s study arriving a couple of minutes later. She knocked on the door and waited for a response, when non came she tried the door and found it was still locked. She sighed and decided all she could do was wait for Miss Parker to arrive. She felt a little vulnerable dressed as she was waiting outside a teachers office, almost like some naughty little schoolgirl queuing outside the headmistress’s office to receive her punishment. She heard the clock on the school chapel strike the half hour and at the same time a key being turned in the lock of the door she was leaning against. Amanda quickly pushed herself upright before the door opened. “I believe we said 9:30.” Miss Parker said from inside the now slightly opened door. Amanda pushed it fully open and walked in.

Miss Parker was waiting for her, standing in the centre of the room. ‘Wow!’ Amanda thought to herself as she looked at her hypnosis teacher. Her shoes were open strappy sandals with long laces coming from a loop behind each heel which were crossed several times as they snaked up to Miss Parker’s mid calf where they were tied in a small bow. Her legs shimmered slightly from the sheer ‘bare gold’ hosiery that clung almost invisibly to her smooth skin. Around her upper right arm she wore a coiled cobra armlet, the head of the snake up and flat at the top. Her hair was loose but more natural and wavy than Amanda recalled and around her throat was a flattened golden torque. All this, beautiful as it was, paled into insignificance against Miss Parker’s dress. It was black and, although Amanda would never have known, made of Shantung silk with a red wine satin backing. In its shape it was a simple sleeveless shift coming straight across at the neck before expert fitting shaped it to all of Miss Parker’s curves, the gently cowled back showed just how soft and light the fabric was, the hem, with its 4 inch back split hung seductively just above the knee. Even in her naiveté, Amanda realised that such simple elegance came at an exorbitant price.

“Sorry, Miss.” Amanda apologised for arriving earlier than she had been told to; once that is she had first closed her mouth as she gawped at Miss Parker’s appearance. Amanda noticed how alive Miss Parker’s eyes seemed to be as her eyelashes curled softly above her grey eyes and her lips were painted the same deep red as the lining of her dress and were glossed to perfection.

“No matter.” Miss Parker said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

“It is now the appointed time to begin your training. Please take a seat.” Miss Parker said as she indicated she wanted Amanda to sit in her red leather armchair, the very same chair that Rebekah had cum on only the night before. Amanda smoothed her skirt over her tight arse as she sat and in what she hoped was a demure pose crossed her ankles. Miss Parker sat on the dining chair facing Amanda and said. “Have you ever been hypnotised before, Honey?”

‘Oh God!’ Amanda thought; she had feared, hoped, dreaded, wished that Miss Parker would hypnotise her. “No, Mommy” Amanda replied using the name that accompanied her being called Honey, without any sense of self-consciousness or strangeness, it just seemed right somehow.

“Would you like me to try and hypnotise you?” Miss Parker asked her voice softening.

Amanda wanted to say ‘yes’ almost said ‘no’ but settled for the truth. “I Don’t know. I think I’d like to but I don’t want to give up being, you know, me.”

“Do you trust me, Honey?” Miss Parker asked, the question sounding to Amanda like a potential watershed.

Amanda really did trust Miss Parker, how could she not trust her she was her Mommy. Even this did not seem too strange, but she still doubted a little. “I think I do, Mommy.”

Miss Parker smiled as she reached out and patted Amanda on the knee gently. “That is the most truthful thing you have ever said, but if I am to teach you about hypnosis you must first experience it, feel what it is like, how you can tell whether you are hypnotised.”

“You mean the subject feels hypnotised?” Amanda queried as Miss Parker leant a little further forward saying. “There is really only one way to find out. At anytime you will be able to tell whether you’ve been hypnotised because if you are you wont be able to do what you want to do, so if you can say, raise your right hand a little then you can’t be hypnotised. OK?”

This made some sense to Amanda who finally agreed only to have Miss Parker say that as Amanda herself was a hypnotist, even if a very raw one, there was a very good chance that it wouldn’t work anyway. “Just sit back and take a few deep breaths.” Miss Parker instructed Amanda. “Close your eyes until you are ready to begin then open them and look into my eyes.

Amanda’s breasts rose and fell softy as, with eyes closed, she took a few deep breaths. “Good little girl.” Miss Parker said softly. “Nice deep relaxing breaths. Each breath making you more and more relaxed.”

Amanda sighed contentedly as she opened her eyes and found Miss Parker’s waiting for her. “How do you feel, Honey?” Miss Parker asked simply

“I feel fine.” Amanda informed her truthfully.

“You are now nice and relaxed, can you raise your right hand?”

In response Amanda’s right hand lifted a few inches from her lap before being replaced.

“Good little girl. Now lets try and go a little deeper, just keep looking into my eyes as I count to 5 1,2,3,4,5. There how’s that, more relaxed?”

Amanda did indeed feel more relaxed but was not yet ‘under’ as she could still lift her hand, and indeed did so as Miss Parker asked her to.

“Lets go a little deeper now, keeping looking into my eyes.” Miss Parker fell silent but Amanda couldn’t help but count to 5 with the same cadence as Miss Parker had done earlier. Just as she reached 5 Miss Parker enquired. “Still feeling nice and relaxed, Honey?”

“Yes Miss but I can still move my hand.” She was about to prove this when Miss Parker said “Very good, you really are a very good little girl, but it’s not necessary to actually raise your hand as long as you know you could, ok, Honey?”

Amanda all but tutted to herself, ‘Of course, now why didn’t I think of that.’

“Shall we see if we can go deeper, Honey? Deeper looking into my eyes.”

For a second Amanda wondered why Mommy was saying she should go deeper, that was something you did to a subject ‘after’ they had been hypnotised, no wonder this wasn’t working. She almost told Miss Parker this but didn’t as she liked looking into her eyes even if it wasn’t hypnotising her, anyway Mommy had told her it probably wouldn’t work.

Amanda wondered if she had missed anything but realised that her Mommy had only told her to close her eyes because she was very sleepy. ‘It would be nice, just for a little to close them she realised and, as she did so confirmed that yes, she could still raise her hand. It was easier to relax Amanda was sure now that she had closed her eyes. It was very relaxing, pity it wasn’t working though. ‘Just for a few minutes then’ Amanda agreed with the voice, such a lovely voice that had she been hypnotised would now be taking her deeper and deeper. ‘Still I feel nice and relaxed and it is a very beautiful soft voice, I feel more relaxed as I listen.’

‘I suppose I could move my hand but I don’t want to all I want to do is listen to the voice and go deeper.’ Was the last thing Amanda remembered thinking before she opened her eyes and found Miss Parker still leaning forward asking how she felt now.

Amanda did a quick stock take and knew she had never felt better in her life and said so adding. “Sorry it didn’t work, Mommy. Hypnotising me I mean, I felt really nice and relaxed but I didn’t go under I could’ve raised my hand at any time.”

“Then.” Miss Parker asked. “When did you take off your clothes?”

Amanda looked down at her body, naked as the day she was born but with a lot more curves. “I don’t know.” Amanda said a little perplexed at first but then shrugged as it didn’t seem that important, not until she saw and heard Miss Parker snap her fingers. Instantly Amanda was herself and shocked that she was butt naked and could not remember getting that way. “You did hypnotise me.” Amanda had to admit, “I could have sworn I was in control all the time, you’d said it probably wouldn’t work so I just sort of went along for the ride. Wow that is so cool.” Miss Parker snapped her fingers again and Amanda found herself sitting in Miss Parker’s chair still wearing the clothes she had arrived in. Amanda was frightened stiff, was she still hypnotised? “Am..Am I still..”

“No Honey you aren’t; you are wide awake, but I had to let you feel it, feel how real hypnotic suggestions can be for the subject. Do you understand now why we have to be so careful to keep the hypnotised person away from the real one, the disorientation can cause severe mental instability. We do this by creating a separate persona for our slaves when they are hypnotised. I’m not saying that you should never allow the slave to come to the fore but you must be careful.”

Amanda was physically shaking as Miss Parker continued. “That is why we usually make the subject forget what has happened, and that is easier if the slave thinks of itself as a separate entity to the unhypnotised one.”

Miss Parker stood and then sat on the arm of Amanda’s chair placing a reassuring hand around her shoulder and whispered in her ear. “It’s Ok, Honey. I didn’t leave any post hypnotic triggers, you won’t find yourself waking up somewhere strange or anything. But you were so keen on hypnosis as a method of control I had to show you, you do understand don’t you Honey?”

“Yes, Mommy.” Amanda agreed softly, then brightened as she picked up on something Miss Parker had just said. “Do you mean there are ways we can control people without using hypnosis?”

“Of course,” Miss Parker stated. “Hypnosis is only one tool of many for controlling another’s mind, a very powerful one to be sure but a simple tool nonetheless.”

“You mean like you said yesterday about peoples desires and fears and what was it, oh yes fetishes.”

Miss Parker smiled “That’s right. If you truly want to learn I will show how to dress to get a desired effect, how you can read a person to find their weaknesses and avoid their strengths. By the time you leave this school in 2 years time you will be able to walk through a room of people and have every pair of eyes, male and female, focused only on you or, pass by without anyone noticing you were there. And of course how, should it be necessary, to hypnotise someone with or without their knowledge or agreement. This is your last chance, Honey. Do you want to be my slave-trainee?”

Without being given permission Amanda threw her arms around Miss Parker and expressed her earnest desire to be so trained; whatever it took.

“Talking of desires.” Miss Parker whispered as her hand slid without objection up beneath Amanda’s cute pink skirt as she found Amanda’s mouth, already open and inviting, with her own.

Because it was the final term of the school year when the 5th form took their GCSE’s and the holiday during which Amanda signed on to be trained by Miss Parker was halfway through that term, exams unfortunately impinged heavily on both Amanda’s and Miss Parker’s time from when school restarted and so they only managed a few serious meetings when Miss Parker could get down to the business of training Amanda to control people. At first Amanda didn’t understand some of the things Miss Parker asked her to do, usually just sit and chat about nothing in particular and Miss Parker would then ask Amanda to analyse the conversation picking out areas where Miss Parker was showing something that might to a lesser trained eye be missed. Unfortunately in these early days Amanda tended to miss them as well, but Miss Parker was always patient, going back over what had been or sometimes what had not been said, how the speaker was sat how she was dressed, where she looked. It all seemed a little tedious to Amanda who wanted to get down to some serious practice, but Miss Parker was adamant that she needed a good grounding before they could continue.

Finally Amanda finished her last exam and went to see her mentor a little down in the mouth.

“What’s the matter, Honey?” Miss Parker asked as Amanda slumped on her old leather sofa.

“I go home tomorrow so I won’t see you again until the start of next term and I was really starting to get a feel for what you wanted from me.”

This Miss Parker agreed with, lately not only had Amanda begun to spot the hints Miss Parker was dropping in their chats, even when Miss Parker made them very subtle indeed but Amanda was also starting to alter the conversation to draw out those areas in ways that an unsuspecting person would be unaware of. Quite honestly Miss Parker was very proud of her ‘Honey’.

“I know, Honey.” Miss Parker said as she sat beside Amanda and let her finger run through her pupil’s hair. “Who’s coming to pick you up?”

“My dad.” Amanda said and added with a little hint of disappointment. “Mum said she wanted to come but she’s busy at work.”

“Never mind, Honey. Mommy loves you very much.” Miss Parker said as she bent her head and kissed Amanda’s neck. “What do you think your parents would say if I suggested you spend a couple of weeks in the middle of the holiday with me to do some, shall we say ‘extra studying’? We could stay at my cottage but they don’t need to know that.”

Amanda brightened at the prospect and said “I know what mum will say. ‘How much will it cost?’” Both women laughed at this and Miss Parker let her fingers stroke the top of Amanda’s thigh absently.

“I’ll speak to your father tomorrow.” Miss Parker said between kisses on Amanda’s neck.

“What about Miss Wiseman?” Amanda queried, certain she wouldn’t want to spend 2 weeks with her.

“Don’t worry about Heather, she will find she has a sudden desire to visit her parents for a few weeks, as she does every holiday. Now, tell me what sort of women does your father go for?” Miss Parker asked as her bright red fingernails vanished below the hem of Amanda’s grey pleated skirt.

“Mum says; ‘Any that are breathing.’” Again bringing soft laugher from her teacher who was currently undoing the bottom button of Amanda’s blouse, as Amanda continued. “I think he goes for, you know, posh birds. Ones he’d never have a chance with in a million years. I’m sure he’ll drool all over you, Mommy.”

“Let him drool, as long as I get what I want I don’t mind a little drooling.” Miss Parker explained as she pulled down the knot of Amanda’s tie and unbuttoned the rest of Amanda’s blouse.

Amanda started to say something else but was prevented from doing so as Miss Parker’s mouth found hers. Amanda could feel the creaminess of Miss Parker’s lipstick and taste its slightly scented aroma and all thoughts of parents and going home quickly vanished from her mind.

The following morning found all the girls up and dressed early. Despite it being the last day of term and they were all going home, the headmistress had insisted that the girls wear their best uniforms ‘to show the school in it’s best light.’

Most of the girls would be coming back after the long summer break but a few had decided, or in the odd case had it decided for them, that they did not want to do ‘A’ levels and so would not be returning. Consequently a lot of their eyes were red with tears as they hugged each other and promised ‘to keep in touch’.

After the morning assembly the girls were dismissed to their dorms to await the arrival of their parents or whoever had been dumped on to fetch them. Sitting on her bed Amanda was happy that Rebekah appeared to be her old self again, joking about spending the summer ‘reading up’ on the subjects she would take at ‘A’ level. “Yeah right.” Amanda replied sounding anything but convinced and both girls howled with laughter. Amanda loved hearing Rebekah laugh and couldn’t help thinking about how she had done so as Rebekah tickled her whist she was tied to Amanda’s bed. Amanda tried to dispel the image but it had claimed squatters rights and would not leave without being dragged away by bailiffs.

All too soon, one of the first year ‘runners’ popped her head around the door and called out Rebekah’s name. “Come on.” Amanda said grabbing some of Rebekah’s possessions I’ll help you carry them to the car. Rebekah said her final goodbyes to the girls; some with more fondness than others and wiping a tear from her eye left the dorm.

Once Amanda had seen off Rebekah with a friendly peck on the cheek that made Rebekah blush cutely and promising to ‘wave until you’re out of sight’, she started back into the main building when her eye caught a couple walking together the woman’s arm hooked through the mans. ‘Oooh’ Amanda thought to herself ‘Mommy and daddy.’ For that is who it was. Miss Parker had excelled herself and wore a sleeveless pink sheath dress with a matching organza wrap that was passed over the crooks of her elbows and hung at the back halfway down her backside, the free ends seemed to float beside her. Her sandals were a matching pink and their 5-inch heels made her tower over Amanda’s father even without the neat pink hat with a half veil of pink mesh. It was obvious to Amanda that Miss Parker was working her magic, her father seemed speechless, just glorying in being in her presence.

“Ah there you are, Amanda.” Miss Parker beamed as the two entwined adults approached her. Amanda smiled politely but wanted to burst out laughing at the look on her father’s face; pure unadulterated joy, Amanda could never remember him looking so happy.

“I’ve just being telling your wonderful father about my little summer school, Amanda. Haven’t I, John?” Miss Parker informed Amanda, patting John’s hand as she did so.

“Yes, Miss Parker.” John agreed.

Amanda was finding it harder and harder not to burst out laughing. ‘She’s got him eating out of the palm of her hand.’ Amanda thought to herself as Miss Parker continued. “And you know, even though I told the silly boy it wasn’t necessary, he’s insisted on paying the £500 a week tuition fee.” Now this did cause Amanda to take notice and wonder just how he would explain that to Amanda’s tight fisted mother. But even this wasn’t the end of Miss Parker’s machinations. “John has been an absolute dear. He even volunteered to drive you back here in 2 weeks time. You will remember to bring the money with you, won’t you, John, only I’m such a feather brain when it comes to dealing with cheques and the like, no it will be so much easier if you send the cash with Amanda.” The last comment was accompanied, for Amanda’s eyes only with a wink. “Anyway I wouldn’t want to keep you 2 any longer.” Miss Parker stated as, much to John’s disappointment, she withdrew her arm from his, turned on her impossibly high heels and walked back with swaying hips into the main school, her wrap sliding sensuously across her arse, with both pairs of Levres eyes watching as she did so.

“Remarkable woman.” John said somewhat wistfully.

“Yes, she is.” Amanda agreed whole-heartedly.

With a little help from her father Amanda managed to load her things into the car and father and daughter were soon driving back towards their home. Several times during the journey Amanda glanced at her father who still wore the silliest boyish grin, and on at least 3 occasions heard him mutter. “Damn fine woman, damn fine.”

This was the first time Amanda had actually witnessed just how powerful Miss Parker’s powers really were. Amanda was certain her teacher hadn’t hypnotised her father but had simply played to his weaknesses moulding him like warm putty in her hands.

With the long journey finally over and Amanda once more in her own room she fell asleep on the bed, dreaming of Miss Parker until she was woken by the sound of raised voices, her mum and dad arguing. Amanda decided against intervening and caught the odd snatch of words. It was obvious even from these that Amanda was the cause of the argument, or at least her attending the summer school. Amanda guessed rightly that it was the £1000 for 2 weeks tuition that was at the centre and was quite surprised to hear her father standing up to her mum explaining, presumably as it had been explained to him by Miss Parker, that it would be really good for Amanda if she were allowed to attend. ‘Why did she have to make him pay the £1000?’ Amanda thought to herself. ‘It would have been much less trouble if the 2 weeks had been free.’ She shrugged ‘Mommy knows best, I suppose’ laid down and returned to the arms of sleep.

Without friends at home Amanda found the next 2 weeks interminable her only joy the thought that soon she would be able to spend time with Miss Parker.

On the day of their departure Amanda wasn’t sure who was the most excited, Amanda or her father who as the day neared had taken to doing sit ups to try and ‘lose a little round the middle’. Amanda couldn’t help but be amused.

Because of the heavy holiday traffic it was late afternoon before they finally pulled to a halt in front of the school. Amanda, as Miss Parker had suggested after there tryst the day before school finished, had not told her father she would be staying at Miss Parker’s. As the 2 travellers alighted, stretching cramped limbs Miss Parker came floating down the front steps bringing a light to John’s tired eyes and Amanda watched in disbelief as he sucked in his stomach that had not really benefited from his exercises. Miss Parker was wearing the same clothes and shoes she had worn that first time she hypnotised Amanda. ‘The only time’ Amanda corrected the thought almost certain that the correction was true. The black dress gave Miss Parker a slightly harder look than the soft pink she had worn when she first met Amanda’s father, something Amanda was convinced would not have a been a matter of chance.

“John, how very kind of you to bring Amanda.” Miss Parker smiled in word form. “Just leave the cases there we wouldn’t want to detain you. It really is so sweet of you.” Miss Parker took the crook of John’s elbow in her hand a gently guided him towards the car. It was evident, even to Amanda, that her father wanted to stay and see her settled in, but Miss Parker was on a roll and was saying. “You really are such a sweet man driving Amanda all this way.” Then added seemingly as an after thought. “Did you remember the fees, John?”

“Oh the fees, yes.” John said opening the car door and retrieving a brown envelope from the glove compartment. John made to pass the envelope to Miss Parker but she demurred saying “Oh, no. Please give it to Amanda. I’m as likely to leave it lying somewhere and forget to give it to the bursar.”

John handed the envelope containing the 20 £50 notes he had withdrawn from the bank that morning to Amanda saying. “Don’t lose it.” Amanda was about to make some sarcastic comment but was prevented by Miss Parker saying “Anyway, John. It was so nice seeing you again, but we really do need to get started me and Amanda.”

“Er but, er.” John stammered in vain for already Miss Parker had turned her attention to Amanda. Seeing the object of his newly re-discovered passion with an arm around the waist of his pretty daughter who had insisted on wearing a totally inappropriate pink vest, short denim skirt and white ‘cowboy boots’, John felt a thought pass through his penis. It should have passed by unnoticed especially since half of the thought involved his own daughter but penises are like that and the thought started to grow, becoming hard as he thought he saw the tips of Miss Parker’s fingers slip into the rear pocket of Amanda’s skirt. By now the thought had become tumescent making standing a little uncomfortable. And so as Amanda’s father drove down the drive he had one hand on the steering wheel, the other feeling his brain.