The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Monday morning staff meetings were seldom entertaining but I had a bone to pick, so I was pretty energetic that day.

“Look, we can’t have some nurse doing this on the side. With all the money we poured into starting up the pain management center, with the new building, the advertising, everything, we’re going to let a nurse do her own little amateur hypnosis thing?” I said.

Dr. Collins was offended, I could tell. Not that I cared, I didn’t think too much of his unit. The series of general practitioner office groups he ran that were scattered throughout the county, he wouldn’t have even been a political player at the hospital, but he was also a long time friend and golf-buddy of the chief, so I had to take some care.

Being one of the few female senior medical staff members had its disadvantages sometimes. For one, I’d be damned if I was ever going to pretend to like golf just to ingratiate myself with the old boys club.

“Dr. Sullivan, Nurse Kemp has done some amazing things. We’ve had patients with back pain that was fixed by multiple surgeries stop using prescription pain-killers after working with her,” he said to me.

“Right, I’m sure. Actual medicine versus some twenty-something nurse telling you you’re getting very sleepy now. I saw her with a girl so young that she could have been a teenager on Friday, and the girl’s chart said she was suffering from fibromyalgia. At least that’s fake pain, so some fake medicine is probably the right answer,” I rolled my eyes, and I could see that most of the doctors in the room were behind me on that one.

It was the general consensus that certain problems were not really medical in nature. fibromyalgia sufferers, or anyone who claimed to be allergic to more than one thing were pretty much automatically classified as psych cases by most of us.

“Come now, Nancy, don’t you list hypnosis as one of your precious pain management clinic’s available options?”

“Sure, but we don’t recommend it, and we bring in an outside therapist who is a certified expert when we someone ask for it.”

I would have pushed the argument farther, but the chief gave me a look and changed the subject, so I dropped it for the time being and just enjoyed the nasty looks Collins tossed at me through the rest of the meeting.

I stopped in to the cafeteria on the first floor to grab some lunch to take back to my office. I passed by a table with two young women and I got a few paces past the table before I realized that it was the famous nurse Leanna Kemp, with a familiar looking younger woman.

When I turned around, I recognized the girl, who was maybe twenty. The woman seemed engrossed with whatever the nurse had to say, leaning just a bit too close to her. Kemp looked all of a half-dozen years older, and both of them pretty, young women. Prettier and younger than myself, to be honest, which didn’t help my reaction.

“Nurse Kemp?”

She smiled and got up to take my offered hand.

“Doctor Sullivan,” I told her. “I run the pain management clinic? I understand you also run a pain-management practice of some type.”

She looked a bit flustered by my approach, it was obvious she was already hip to the fact that we weren’t likely to become friends any time soon.

“I, well, I do some hypnosis . . .”

“Isn’t it true that multiple studies have found hypnosis no more effective than placebo when used for pain management though?”

“I-I don’t know. I’ve helped some people,” she began to explain.

“What sort of training have you had?”

“Training?”

“I mean, what are your medical credentials to be performing this non-effective therapy in a clinical setting?”

She was noticeably embarrassed, her cheeks looked pinker than they had when I’d walked up. I let the question hang in the air for only a moment before continuing.

“You know, take me for example. I went to one of the finest medical schools in the country, I’ve worked in some of the finest hospitals in the country, and of course I’m also board-certified in several specialties. I’m sure before you started waving pocket-watches in front of patients you had some training, right?”

Both she and her companion were upset; this pleased me enough that I smiled at her before I strode away, without looking back.

Working late in my office, after the clinic had closed, I was surprised to see young nurse Kemp in my doorway. She wasn’t in scrubs, and she looked even prettier in street clothes.

“Can I help you?”

“Doctor Sullivan, I’m here to ask you to stop talking about me. I understand you’ve been telling people that I’m some sort of danger to the hospital.”

“Don’t you think you are? Are you bright enough to understand the sort of liability this place is exposed to by your little amateur hour voodoo medicine practice?”

“It’s not voodoo medicine. I’ve helped a lot of people.”

She kept her eyes on mine, she looked much more composed than she had in the cafeteria. I was preparing to shred her some more for the fun of it, when she made the most ridiculous suggestion.

“I came here to make a wager with you. Let me show you that what I do isn’t bullshit. Give me a chance to hypnotize you, and if I can’t, I’ll stop doing hypnosis here.”

It was so absurd that I wasn’t sure where to start. She had to be crazy if she thought I’d let her try to hypnotize me. Crazier still if she thought she could succeed.

“Are you kidding me? I have an IQ over one-forty, and I not only meditate but I do tai-chi and yoga as well; I probably have the strongest mind in the whole hospital. You could try for ten hours and you couldn’t hypnotize me, it’s a waste of time.”

“All the same, I’m willing to give it a shot, and I’ll stand by my side of the wager. If you’ll sit for ten minutes, relaxing in a chair while looking into my eyes, and I can’t prove the power of hypnosis to you, I’ll give it up at the hospital entirely. That is, unless you think your strong mind can be dominated by a lowly nurse, then I’d understand if you were too chicken to give it a shot.”

Smirking, I stood up. As if she could dominate me at anything. Ten minutes of babble was a small price to pay to put her in her place.

“Where would you like me to sit?”

A minute later we were sitting facing each other in the two chairs for visitors in front of my desk.

“It’s six-oh-five now, you have until six-fifteen. What would you like me to do?”

“Nothing really. Just relax and listen to my voice. Please look into my eyes, just focus on them while we talk. I want you to keep your focus on my eyes and just relax to the sound of my voice,” she said.

I had to stifle a laugh. The whole idea of sitting through this for ten minutes was ridiculous, but it would be the easiest way to get rid of her all around.

At least the nurse did have a gentle, soothing voice. Soon the girl would be telling me to feel my eyes getting heavy, I hoped I could keep myself from laughing when she did.

“I want you to think about meditation, or yoga. There is a point when you’re meditating that you become so calm, your mind so still, that you experience the total freedom of letting go. Think about that point, that enlightened feeling of peaceful stillness when you actually transcend your body, losing all awareness of it.”

Give her credit, she did actually seem to know something about meditation. Her voice was like the gentle murmur of a slow moving creek, it really was quite soothing.

“As you look into my eyes I want you to remember how that felt, how your mind was so focused on one thing that you were able to lose focus of everything and just let go. Feel that feeling now as you concentrate on my blue eyes.”

With a voice as pleasant as hers, she should consider getting into radio or something. Could ten minutes feel like ten hours? Time seemed to slow down as I listened to the calm, steady flow of her words. Well, at least I did feel more relaxed than I had before she’d arrived.

“I’ve been told my eyes are like the color of the water around a warm, far away island. Just relax and remember that feeling of perfect calm as you look into the calm blue pools of my eyes. Focus on my pretty blue eyes and let yourself sink into them as you remember that feeling of focusing until the world melts away.”

She continued to prattle on about letting go of my body, then of my thoughts, and at some point I just stopped hearing what she was saying.

I blinked and found myself looking at the nurse again. She was smiling and her perky happiness put me immediately on edge. I glanced up at the clock to see if the ten minutes was up, so that I could end the whole silly waste of time.

It was seven-ten. Light was fading at the window, and the office was silent. I opened my mouth to speak, but as the reality of the situation set in I was too confused to know where to start.

My face grew hot with embarrassment as I thought about the missing hour. Then I noticed that my wrists were tied to the arms of the chair with thick rope. More rope wrapped around my ankles, tying them to the legs of the chair.

“What . . . why am I tied up?” I said.

Leanna smiled a little wider. “Oh dear. I think you’ve been hypnotized—by a nurse.”

“Untie these ropes.”

“Not just yet. I’m not sure yet that you respect the power of hypnosis. I don’t want to leave this office until I’m sure you’ll understand just how powerful the link between mind and body can be. Besides, you were a total bitch to me earlier, and I think you deserve just a little bit of your own medicine. I think it would help your attitude if you were made to feel humiliated and helpless by a co-worker.”

Miss poor little nurse had her feelings hurt by being talked down to? Not my problem. Whatever this woman thought she was doing, she was going to accomplish nothing but getting herself fired.

“If you don’t let me go, how do I put this bluntly. I will destroy you.”

“I don’t think so, this is too much fun. I have to admit, it turns me on a little to see big bad doctor Nancy Sullivan put in her place. Hypnotizing other women always gets me hot, but this is even more delicious because you’ve been so obnoxious. If you’re so much better than me, why are you the one tied to her chair?”

Then the curvy younger woman reached up under her skirt, and wiggled herself out of her panties, and for the first time I felt something I wasn’t accustomed to: fear.

“I don’t know what you think you’re playing at. Do you have any idea of what kind of trouble you’re in?” I said as the nurse produced her white cotton panties from under her skirt and stepped closer to me.

“I’m willing to wager,” Leanna said, stepping behind me with the panties in hand, “that you won’t tell anyone about this for two reasons. First, you’d have to admit you were wrong about hypnosis, how else could you explain getting into this position?”

Trying to look back over my shoulder, I began to struggle as the woman stretched the panties out between her hands and then down over my face. I twisted and tilted, but the ropes kept me trapped and she soon had the panties positioned so the patch of cloth was stretched over my nose and mouth.

“And second, I can’t believe you’d admit to anyone that a lowly nurse made you sniff her panties.”

I took my first breath through the panties covering her nose and nearly gagged at the strong scent. It wasn’t that it smelled bad, it was that it smelled so recognizably female. There was no denying that the underwear that had just been on this woman’s body were right there in my face.

My face warmed as the humiliating helplessness of my degrading position sunk in. I was trapped there, unable to do anything but sniff her dirty panties until she returned because she was right—I couldn’t possibly let anyone else see what she’d done to me.

“You are going to be fired regardless of what you do, but if you’d like to avoid facing criminal charges as well, I’ll give you one minute to untie me,” I said.

Leanna laughed and waved a finger disapprovingly at her. “Be nice now, or I might not come back and untie you before someone finds you like this. Just think, you’re not just getting to experience hypnosis today, but also a bit of aromatherapy as well,” she said, with a superior giggle.

“You little bitch, untie me this instant!”

The nurse made a tsk-tsk sound before turning and closing the door behind her as she left the office. I was apoplectic, my rage-fueled struggles were useless against the solid strength of the ropes holding me, though.

Every breath I took filled me with the distracting reminder of my shameful weakness. Somehow that little bitch had gotten the better of me, and now there was nothing I could do but sit there and stew, my nose filled with the scent of her worn underwear.

I thought about yelling, but the idea of having anyone find me there like that was more horrifying than the alternative: sitting there and waiting for her to return.

The minutes stretched on and on, and to my distress I felt a stirring in my center. The blood was pumping down south—I was getting turned on. I don’t know if it was the helplessness, or the humiliation of the situation, or what. I knew it couldn’t be the nasty smell of another woman’s body that had my pussy getting wetter by the minute, though.

I was ashamed by the sensation regardless of the reason though. I tried to ignore it, and after a while sitting there alone in my dark office, I drifted off to sleep.

At some point that night, I awoke to find myself even more turned on than ever. It was frustrating to be so horny, but to have no way to touch myself. I mean, when I woke up, I was at the edge of climax already. Realizing that I was tied up with nurse Kemp’s panties on my head somehow just made it hotter.

Disgusted and ashamed even as I did it, I clenched my thighs together and wiggled in the chair, chasing the heat. Somehow I managed enough pressure to work myself over that edge, into a mind-melting orgasm of ridiculous strength.

After the pleasure faded, the humiliation was all that was left, and thankfully I soon fell asleep again.

I awoke to the sound of someone outside my office door. I was still sitting in my chair, and the door was opening. It was Jenny, my assistant.

It was beyond embarrassing to have her find me like this, but at least this was a manageable situation. Jenny feared me enough that I’d be able to intimidate her into keeping anyone else from finding out.

She stepped inside and was obviously surprised to see me there at all. Then her eyes took in the full scene and a look of confusion came over her.

“Dr. Sullivan? Uh, what are you doing? What is that mask for? And why do you have strings tied around your hands and feet?” she asked.

Mask? Strings? I looked down and realized that where ropes had secured me before, now there was just a single short piece of white string tied in a bow around each of my limbs. The bows were large and loose—I reached the ends and untied my hands in a moment as I tried to process what I saw.

When I reached up to my face and felt for the panties, I found instead a standard surgical mask covering her nose and mouth. The realization that there had never been any rope or panties, that I’d sat there all night for nothing because the nurse had played a trick on my mind, that realization somehow felt more humiliating than when I’d thought I was getting turned on from sniffing the woman’s underwear.

The way she’d been able to mess with my head filled me with shame. How could I be so weak that she could have warped my perception of reality to the point that I thought strings were ropes? They’d felt so heavy, so unyielding when I’d pulled at them. Worse still, I’d imagined the smell of another woman’s dirty panties, and came while sitting there like that. It was humbling to realize just how powerfully she’d manipulated my thoughts.

“Dr. Sullivan?”

Remembering Jenny, I tried to appear in control as I addressed the girl.

“Sorry, sweetie. I was so deep in my meditation that it took me a moment to get back here. This is a technique I learned in China, the ceremony helps focus and clear the mind.”

It was obvious that Jenny didn’t understand why her boss needed strings or a mask to clear her mind, but she didn’t seem to discount the explanation either, as she started into asking for clarification about a task she’d been assigned the day before.

Once Jenny left, I lay back in my chair, the big leather one behind my desk, and sighed. I needed to go shower and get dressed, it was lucky I had a change of clothes there in the office. Then, when I was settled, I could figure out what to do about nurse Kemp.

I wasn’t able to come to a decision that day. She was right, I was too ashamed of what she’d done to even consider telling anyone. It would be simple enough to just continue my existing campaign to get rid of her, but she deserved far worse for the vile, degrading display she’d inflicted on me.

A back ache, no doubt from sitting in the same position for too long the night before, kept me from really being able to concentrate. When a light headache piled on in the afternoon, I decided to deal with the nurse the next day.

That night I slept only fitfully, my various aches keeping me from really resting. When I awoke in the early hours of the morning, remembering a dream of being tied up and forced to sniff a lowly nurse’s panties, I was disgusted. I was also aroused though, and my fingers were in my panties before I realized what I was doing.

I stopped myself and managed to fall back asleep, but ninety minutes later I woke up to find myself hot and bothered again, and though I couldn’t remember I was horrified by the idea that I’d dreamt of her again.

She hadn’t just assaulted me, she’d scarred me with her abuse.

The next day found my backache had somehow spread to my knees and shoulders. I hurt everywhere, albeit not so badly that I was worried. I still chalked it up to my night in the uncomfortable chair.

I didn’t manage to find the time to plan for Leanna Kemp’s fate that day either, but once again I was surprised to find her at my office door in the early evening. She made no effort to apologize, in fact she seemed quite pleased with herself.

“You have to admit to the power of hypnosis now; none of that was real, but it all felt real to you. You felt the ropes yourself, remember?”

“Are you insane? Do you really not think that you’re in trouble? I can’t believe you have the nerve to even face me after what you did,” I told her.

“I was wondering, actually, if you’d like to try another bet. Sort of, double or nothing.”

“Double or nothing?”

“That’s right. To show you just how powerful hypnosis is, I’m willing to put what I’m doing on the line again. I’ll put you in a similar situation as last night, so you’re restrained, but not really, but this time you’ll know I’m going to do it.”

On hearing ‘similar situation’, I felt dueling rushes of heat and shame. I was both aroused and humiliated by just the young nurse’s mention of my previous “situation”. It was crazy though, there would be no way strings would hold me if Kemp tried her little parlor trick again.

“If you can get free, I’ll give up doing hypnosis at the hospital, per our original bet. If you can’t, you’ll quit using your current hypnotist for-hire and add me to your staff, complete with my own office to do sessions in. I’ll do what I’m doing now, but instead of having to go to patient’s rooms, I’ll have a quiet place to work. And I’ll be working for you. What do you say?”

It was mad, but the heat below my belt was too tantalizing to resist at least enjoying the idea for a moment longer.

“Alright. What do you need me to do?”

Leanna stepped closer, leaning in over the desk with a smile. “Nothing at all, really. Just fall into my eyes and sleep now,” she said, and I felt myself pulled forward into those calm blue pools, inexorably but pleasantly drawn into their soothing depths.

My eyes opened and again I looked to the clock. Another forty-five minutes had disappeared, and before I even tried to move my hands, I already felt the heat rising to my face. It was a humbling experience to have this young woman take such easy control of me—again.

Strong chains bound my wrists to the arms of my own chair this time. More chains connected my legs and crossed behind the post under my seat, securing my legs. I tested them and found them unyielding. The nurse was trying to trick me this time, these were real chains, heavy and clanking. She must have put them on me while I was under, and now she thought I’d be fooled into thinking they didn’t exist at all.

Leanna giggled as I pulled at the chains again. I looked up at her and was disturbed to see the younger woman smirking as her hand toyed with the front of her skirt. My shame mounted as I felt myself getting more turned on as I stared at her. Surely the nurse couldn’t mean to repeat that part as well and think that it could win her a staff position at my clinic?

“What are you doing?”

She lifted her skirt, exposing a tiny white cotton triangle of bikini panties. Nurse Kemp ignored my question and used her other hand to massage her crotch with an open sigh of pleasure.

“I have to admit, it’s kind of sexu to see a powerful woman like you reduced to being chained and helpless in front of me,” she said, before letting her skirt drop back down.

Her hands went to her hips under the skirt, and I watched, mesmerized, as she slipped her panties down over her thighs.

“Not your underwear, please,” I said.

Somehow, my plea sounded like a request, and my shame and arousal both grew stronger.

“Yes, my underwear. I’ve had them on all day, and now you get to have them on all night.”

This time I didn’t struggle as the beautiful younger woman stretched her soiled underwear over my head. It was all I could do to keep from sucking in a hungry breath right then, but I had to at least show enough control to wait until she’d left. She stepped back, checking her handiwork, and then giggled one last time before leaving.

After the nurse closed the door behind her, I couldn’t hold it any longer. I breathed her smell deep inside me and couldn’t stifle the loud moan that rose to my throat as I felt relief.

At that first full taste of Leanna’s scent, my aches and pains melted away and my center went liquid. My hands reached towards my own sex uselessly as the chains held them tight.

It wasn’t going to take hours for me to reach climax; it wasn’t even going to take minutes. This time there could be no pretending that I’d just happened to be aroused and that the proximity of her underwear was a coincidence.

It was embarrassing, humiliating even, but all I could feel at that moment was desire and gratitude for the pleasure I felt at having the gift of this beautiful aroma to savor.

“Dr. Sullivan?”

I awoke to Jenny standing in my office doorway. I must have finally drifted off to sleep at some point in the early morning hours.

It was just like two mornings before, but this time I felt, and probably looked, a wreck. If my assistant took a step into the room, she’d have to smell the result of my night of arousal. Even after having slept a bit, my panties felt a mess.

Leanna’s panties, however, were gone once more. The object of my extraordinary night of lust was now just a paper mask again. I looked down at my wrists and found them tied down not with iron chains, but with paper clips that had been linked together.

It was amazing, really, but there was no time to analyze my feelings about the nurse’s ability to warp my reality. First I needed time to compose myself. I pulled my hands free and lifted off the mask, quickly opening my desk drawer and dropping it inside.

“Give me a minute, sweetie. I’m not quite back in the real world yet.”

She looked at me with more annoyance than confusion, and closed the door behind her as she left. Thank God it was Jenny that found me again, and that she seemed to accept my previous explanation without having to hear it again.

A yawn overcame me as I stretched, the weariness of having experienced hour after hour of intense sexual gratification instead of sleep having taken their toll on me. I felt as if I’d run a marathon or something, instead of just sat there in my chair.

The more I considered it, the less I cared about the dose of humiliating submission she’d forced on me, twice. I couldn’t deny the power of hypnosis, nor her skill at its practice any longer.

I needed a shower, and a change of clothes, and I didn’t have much time, but I awakened my computer and began typing instead. The email I composed to the chief praised nurse Kemp’s gifted use of hypnosis, reversing my former position completely, and requested that she be moved into my pain clinic. I described the significant cost savings we’d achieve by avoiding the use of our outside hypnotherapist, and suggested that the nurse receive a nice pay increase as part of her new position.

Only when the email was sent did I feel that I’d made that situation right. I really had been unnecessarily mean to her, and I had been proven wrong about her skills in undeniable fashion.

Standing, I found myself sore from being in the chair for so long again, and groaned at the realization that I was going to have to somehow stay awake all day.

After a shower and a change that left me so late that I missed my own staff meeting, I felt rejuvenated enough that it didn’t seem like an impossible task to make it through the day anymore, at least as long as the hospital’s coffee supply didn’t run dry.

The chief’s response expressed pleasure at my turnaround, and approved my request. I was trapped in a series of meetings that kept me from telling her about her new position and its higher pay, meetings that dragged through a lunch and into the early afternoon.

The meetings seemed to go on forever; in addition to the sleep deprivation and fatigue I was fighting through, my aches returned and by the afternoon my head was beginning to throb as well.

During the last of my meetings, discussing the impact of the upcoming set of billing code changes and the inability of our primary billing system vendor to have our system updated in time, I grew distracted by the strangest discovery.

Sitting there I thought about finding Leanna and giving her the good news, and my pain lessened a tiny bit, for just a moment. It felt so nice that I closed my eyes, and just imagined the nurse’s pretty face, chasing the feeling. To my surprise, my pain faded even more noticeably.

It was a struggle to force my eyes open, the throbbing coming back full-force, but I’d be noticed if I didn’t. I spent the entire rest of the meeting thinking about it, though. She must have given me some sort of instructions to feel good, to enjoy my degradation, and this must be some residual effect of that programming.

I wondered then, what if I were in my chair with her phantom panties over my head, how would that alter my current pain? Just thinking about it made me shift uncomfortably in my chair at the sudden heat I felt down south, but also at the momentary relief of my pain that the thought seemed to have granted me.

When the meeting finally ended, I called her the moment I made it back to my office, asking her if she was free to talk.

“I’m about to have a session with a patient, actually. I’m at the hospital though, could I just stop by your office when I get done?”

I quickly agreed, trying to cover the sigh I released when the news that she was in the building made my head stop pounding for a blessed moment.

My eyes closed and I thought about her, and the headache faded to a manageable throb. I spent most of the next two hours, as I waited for her past the time that the clinic office closed, sitting there at my desk, thinking about her to ease my pain, with less success as the afternoon dragged on into evening.

When she finally did arrive, the sight of her in person was even more soothing to my pain than my imagined version of her had been earlier. She seemed pleased about the news that she’d be paid more and would have her own office at the clinic, where she could use her hypnosis skills to help more patients than ever.

I struggled internally with the question I’d grown desperate to ask her. There was really no way to request what I wanted without sounding like some kind of pervert, and I was embarrassed even thinking about it, but I couldn’t stop myself.

“I’ve been having an awful achy, headachy sort of day. I’ve been thinking about how good it felt after you’d hypnotized me and wondering if you could. I mean, would it . . . would it be possible to try it again. I mean, without being restrained. Just to see if it helps?”

A look of amusement came to her face and I felt myself flush with fiery shame. It had been a mistake to even suggest this, and I wished I could hide then.

“You know, I think you’re feeling pain because it’s so stressful for you to be in charge. It must be hard to pretend to be strong when you’re really not.”

What did she mean by that? Things were getting a little more embarrassing than I could handle. I’d just have to deal with the pain on my own.

“On second thought, it’s probably not a good idea. Forget I asked.”

“I can’t just leave you here in pain, when we both know that I can give you what you need. Fall into my eyes and sleep for me,” she said.

At that point I both wanted it and I didn’t, but all the same I looked into her eyes and did as I was told.

My eyes opened and I was still seated behind my desk. There were no ropes or chains, I wasn’t restrained. Leanna faced me across the desk, the look of amusement still on her face as she reached under her skirt and slid off her panties, which were racy red silk. Now I was imagining her to be wearing sexy lingerie, apparently.

As she stepped out of them, I didn’t just stare because I viscerally wanted them; I stared because I knew they weren’t real, yet they appeared to actually be her panties. Did she have to leave while I was in a trance to go get a paper mask, I wondered, or did she have one waiting in her pocket already?

She leaned over and dropped them on the desk in front of me. “Here you go. I’m sure these will help with your pain. I’ll see you in the morning,” she said, and then she left me there.

As she was closing my office door behind her, I saw the young woman she’d had in a trance that day. The pretty young fibromyalgia patient. Why would she be waiting for Leanna in the outer office? That mystery should have absorbed me more, but my attention was drawn back to the underwear on my desk.

I picked up the panties and again marveled at the perfection of the illusion. Already I could smell that hypnotic female scent on them. The first faint breath of it made me sigh with relief. I brought them closer and sniffed deeply. My eyes closed as I began to savor the feeling of my pain turning to pleasure with every breath.

I nestled my face into the crotch panel as instinctively I sought more of that perfect smell. The sensation of moisture against my lips and nose made my eyes open. I was more ashamed than ever for a moment as I marveled at the feeling of wetness. Was this my doing? If this was all just something that existed in my mind, a paper mask turned into a younger woman’s worn panties, if I could imagine this delicious scent, was it my preference to imagine that she’d been aroused at the idea of removing them for me?

My body was responding to the smell with such force that I didn’t spend a moment more wondering about my own perversion, I just drank in that smell and let the fire building in my center grow hotter with every breath.

The dampness on my nose left no question that I was smelling Leanna’s arousal. If I could bury my face between her beautiful thighs and if it pleased her to let me do so, this would be steamy fragrance of her heat.

I thought of her the moment before she’d left, standing there looking down at me, amused, and imagined that I wasn’t chained. I imagined that I was able to fall to my knees while she laughed at my perverse need, and that she let me crawl to her, lifting my head up under her skirt to find her naked beneath and aroused by her mastery over me.

The shameful image consumed me, and any veneer of pride or control I’d kept up dissolved. I didn’t make any decision to release myself to my need, but it happened. My mouth opened and then I was first licking, then sucking at that damp cloth. It tasted even more deliriously wonderful than it smelled, and in only moments, I groaned and came.

My fingers busy in my panties as I sniffed what I believed were hers, I made myself cum like a dirty little perverted animal, over and over again until I couldn’t take it any more.

When I finally cut myself off, I opened my desk drawer and slipped her “panties” into a large envelope. I was sweaty and disheveled and feeling no sign of any pain at all.

I was so tired that when I got home that night I only ate a snack and showered before falling into bed and collapsing into sleep.

Saturday morning I tried to stop thinking about how enamored of Leanna I was growing. More and more I found myself thinking about how pretty she was, or how nice she was, or how much I wanted to lick her all over her entire body.

It was just the hypnosis, and my gratitude over being relieved of my pain the night before, I was sure. I wasn’t gay, I’d never been interested in any other woman, after all, not that way. Besides, the girl was starting to lord it over me that she had won our little hypnosis bets.

The struggle to stop thinking about her grew more difficult, though, when my headache returned that night. Then it was my muscles and joints, until I was aching all over. When an old Vicodin from the medicine cabinet wasn’t effective in reducing my pain, but thinking about Leanna was, I found myself laying in bed awake that night, imagining the younger woman naked to soothe myself.

I slept only fitfully, and Sunday morning I knew that I was beyond caring about my shame. I had to get her to help me again. I had access to her mobile phone number, but when I called it just rang and rang until her voice mail picked up. I left her a message, asking her to call back.

By the end of the day, I’d left her three more messages, without a response. I moped around miserably, in pain that seemed to be growing inexorably worse, obsessing about her like a teenage crush.

It was Monday morning before I heard from her. I was so desperate that I was angry, but when I heard the message she left on my office line, I was just too relieved to hold any sort of animus towards her.

“I just saw your messages. My phone battery died on Saturday, and I forgot to plug it in until this morning. I’m sorry I didn’t get your messages sooner. I’ll try to get out of the office early today—I was planning to bring a couple of boxes over there anyway, so it will all work out nicely. Don’t worry, you’ll be my first official clinic patient, I’ll make you feel better.”

The day dragged on and on though, once more it was only after the clinic office had closed before she finally arrived. She seemed sympathetic to my discomfort, but she didn’t want to put me straight under.

“Listen, boss, I’ll hypnotize you if you want, but I’m a little worried about you. This seems just like the Vicki thing all over again.”

“Vicki?”

“You know, that patient that was with me Friday night? The twenty year old girl? I tried sort of an nontraditional approach with her, and it really helped, but it had some side effects as well. She’s sort of, well, how do I put this—she’s fallen in love with me.”

I was in too much pain to care about the girl, or any advantage Leanna had taken with her.

“The thing is, my sessions with her were what gave me the idea to do what I did with you. With Vicki, I’d tried unsuccessfully to dull her pain and came up with the idea to give her some arbitrary other thing to receive pleasure from instead. In a moment of weakness, I was turned on by the idea of making that thing be my, well, my female parts.”

Maybe I did care about the girl after all. My pulse pounded in my ears, it was hard to breathe. Was she admitting to brainwashing me? Was this why I felt the way I did?

“This is sort of embarrassing to admit, but once it started, I couldn’t stop myself. It’s just too big a turn on to not only have the power to make a woman obey my every whim, but to do it in such a perversely personal way. I’m afraid I’ve made that poor girl totally addicted to my pussy. She’s at the point now where she’ll do anything to have a chance to please me with her mouth. What makes me truly evil, though, is that now I’ve gone and done the same thing to you, haven’t I?”

“But I’ve only . . . I mean, they’re just paper masks,” I said.

“You’re already farther gone than you think. Take out that last paper mask, you kept it in your desk drawer like I ordered, don’t you?”

Like she ordered? My hand shook as I removed the envelope and looked inside. I stared in shock, and Leanna giggled as I spilled the red silk underwear on to my desk. No paper mask, just a sexy pair of dirty panties. Panties that I’d gotten myself off on sniffing. Panties that I’d gotten myself off on sucking. The truth of her power over me hit hard; my grasp on what or wasn’t real seemed to be weaker by the moment.

She lifted her skirt slowly, watching my reaction to the sight of her underwear, pink today. My eyes locked between her legs, and if the intensity of my need could have been transferred through the air with my gaze, the crotch of her satiny-looking, lace-bordered panties would have burst into flames.

“It’s time for you to face facts. You’re in pain, and the only thing that can make you feel better is right here,” she said, brazenly massaging her mound with the middle finger on her right hand as I watched.

“No, I won’t let you do this,” I said, but my eyes never left her panties.

The pain faded as I watched her touch herself, and I groaned and closed my eyes at the joyous relief.

“Don’t do this to yourself. There’s no reason for you to suffer. One little sniff and you won’t just get rid of the pain, you’ll feel wonderful and we both know it. All you have to do is ask me nicely, and then I’ll let you have what you want.”

Even though I knew then that it was really her personal scent I’d been smelling that whole week, I couldn’t resist the need I felt. I was both horrified and aroused by the knowledge that the thing I wanted most in the world right then was to have her panties in my hand and the door closed, so that I could sniff them in privacy.

“Please let me sniff your . . . your panties,” I said.

“Okay,” she said, letting the front of her knee-length skirt fall back down into place.

Her hands moved to her hips and she smiled at me. She looked so confident and beautiful as she stood there, unmoving, that I was frozen there, admiring her, for a moment. She didn’t move to take off her underwear, and the aching pain along my shoulders shook me out of my awestruck moment.

“I did what you asked. Let me have them now, please,” I said.

It was humiliating; I wanted to smell her dirty underwear so badly that I was reduced to begging.

“Oh, I’m not going to just give you my underwear. I will let you sniff them, though. You’d better hurry though, I’m not going to stand here waiting forever,” she said, with an amused grin on her face.

The realization that she intended for me to sniff her underwear while she was still wearing them finally dawned on me, and despite myself I shuddered with arousal. She thought that I would just get down on my knees and sniff her crotch like some kind of lesbian pervert?

The idea of degrading myself this way should have seemed more than awful, but just the thought of it made my heart beat faster and it was suddenly hard to catch my breath. I was so turned on that I felt a perverse urge to masturbate as I stared at her then. She was so confident, so beautiful, that picturing myself on my knees, doing what she wanted made me wet.

Despite her admonition, she didn’t hurry me any further. She stood there, appearing equal parts bored and entertained as she watched me get up and kneel down in front of her.

When I crept up under her skirt and pressed my nose into her crotch, I felt her hands gently grasp my head, holding my face in against her as I began to sniff.

“Take a nice, deep breath and savor how I, and only I, can make you feel. Smell how horny you’re making me, smell how much I get turned on by controlling other women and making them do whatever I want. Feel your silly thoughts and will fading away, feel how wonderful it is to finally have the inner peace of giving yourself to me.”

It was obscenely wrong, me on my knees with my head up her skirt, letting her hold me possessively while I sniffed her pussy and fingered myself until I came. She let me worship her to a second amazing orgasm before pushing me away, smirking down at me with humiliating superiority then.

Staring up into her gorgeous face with the smell of her pussy still fresh in my nose, I didn’t care if she was being cruel, because I was in love. She was just so perfect. I was happy just to be near her, she was the only thing that mattered to me. I wanted to kiss her neck, to laugh at her jokes and hold her in bed.

It didn’t matter that what she’d done to me was wrong; I was in love. Even when she patted my head and giggled at the sight of me as she passed by me on her way to my chair, I didn’t mind. If it made her happy to see me embarrassed, the shame was worth it.

She removed her underwear and dropped the pink panties next to the red pair on my desk. I scooted around to watch her, still on my knees, and my eyes locked on the underwear I’d just had pressed against my face. Seeing where my attention lay, she removed her skirt and used it to cover the underwear as she sat down in my chair

“Forget about my panties, Nancy—I have something much better for you, a way to take away your pain forever. Just like I did with Vicki, but this time I’m going to do it right. I never gave her a choice, I just made her what she is, and that wasn’t very nice of me. With you, I’m not going any further unless you want to.”

I stared at her, amazed that she could be both so gorgeous and so nice.

“So I’m just going to relax over here and tell you this: I’m really pretty turned on right now. What you just did, and the idea of having you just as enthralled as Vicki is, well that has me on high heat, if you know what I mean. I would really love for you to come over here and eat me out. Would you like to do that, sweetie? Would you like to please me with your mouth?”

She was not only sweet and beautiful, she was sexy too. So sexy that I was turned on myself again, just listening to her describe her own arousal. Nodding my agreement, I moved towards her but she held up her hand for me to wait.

“Hold on. I guess I’ve already proven my weakness with Vicki, so you should think about this before you do anything. I really don’t see you ever being your old self again after you’ve tasted me, and the idea turns me on so much that I really don’t see myself doing anything to stop you from joining her.”

Her hand dropped below the desk, and it kept moving there, doing something down in her lap. She moaned and closed her eyes as I moved closer, mesmerized by the idea that she wanted me to go down on her and she was right there behind my desk, half-naked.

“It won’t be unpleasant for you, trust me. You’re going to love being my toy, and you’ll never have to feel the pain and confusion of freedom again. You’ll always have the comfort of feeling my control, of knowing that all that matters is pleasing me.”

She slid my chair back to let me get down on the floor in front of her. She lifted her legs, bending her knees and leaning back until her feet were tucked up against her on the chair, presenting her naked sex in a vulgar display that was somehow beautiful then.

“So I’ll leave it up to you. Have a life of pain and suffering, of pretending that you weren’t meant to be ruled. Or you can taste the most incredible pussy you’ve ever seen, give yourself to me and feel the wonderful pleasure of worshiping me.”

As I moved between her legs, she smiled at me and let her fingers settle in my hair, drawing me towards her neat delta of pubic hair. Her lower lips peeked out and looked deliciously perfect. Nothing could have stopped me then as I drew close enough to smell her scent, that glorious, sexy aroma that made my pain fade away and my heart thrill with the need to submit to her.

“That’s a good girl, show me how much you want me. Make me feel how much you’re going to love me forever. I’m so hot for you, honey,” she said.

I couldn’t have survived the pain it would have caused me to not taste her then, but I didn’t even try to resist the need I felt. I wanted every bit of it, every bit of her, and it was all right there in front of me. Her perfect pussy. My life of adoring servitude. The fire in between my legs that threatened to consume me.

My lips opened and my tongue surged forward as I let her pull my face to its rightful home. We moaned together as my tongue found her steaming seam, and I felt the last of my pain fade away forever as I worked us both towards orgasm.