The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It was clear at the next consultation that Malcolm was still sexually confused.

Randolph asked him about what he had been doing, the girls he had noticed, the doors he had seen and what his mind had turned to sexually. Malcolm’s thoughts before he had begun the course had simply not touched on girls. That had changed but it did not mean he had ceased ogling doors. It did not take him much to start talking about the scent of polish, the naughty creak of hinges, the satisfying click of a lock. Randolph was surprised by the depth of Malcolm’s door-erotic vocabulary.

Louise was by now used to being called into the consulting room when Malcolm visited. She did not, though, expect to walk in and find Malcolm standing completely naked though seeming not to notice anything.

“Ah Louise. I thought it would be easier if Malcolm took his clothes off.”

Louise immediately bridled, “easier for what?”

“Easier for me to judge whether he is sexually excited or not.”

Louise was reassured. For an awful moment she had thought that perhaps Mr. Trevais wanted her to... but he wouldn’t ask her to do that surely. He was far too nice a man.

“Louise, what I want to try in Malcolm’s reinforcement therapy is the erotic stimulation of undressing the woman.”

“You want me to let him undress me? How far? I don’t mind my blouse and bra but...”

“Yes your blouse and bra, Louise,” he was looking straight at her, “but you wouldn’t really mind if Malcolm went a little further would you? It would so help his progress and you do want that, don’t you? After all he hasn’t any clothes on has he?”

“I suppose... if it would help, I...”

“You are such a help to me, Louise.”

Randolph turned to Malcolm.

“Last time you came in Louise’s hand. That was good, wasn’t it, Malcolm?”

Malcolm’s penis gave a twitch.

“You liked playing with her breasts didn’t you? They were so big and soft, so warm and pliable. Remember how they moved, so much better than a door? Remember her nipples so hard and how you sucked them? You can’t do that with a door can you? You don’t like doors so much now. Doors are all right but girls are so much better.”

As Randolph spoke the memories were having an effect on Malcolm. Randolph was amused to notice the half disapproving, half interested glances Louise gave as Malcolm’s penis thickened.

“Now I’m not going to ask Louise to play with your cock, instead I want to you to look at her. What would you like to do?”

Malcolm was now looking at Louise with a disconcerting intensity, “I’d like to see her breasts.”

“But you can’t see them, Louise has clothes on. What would you like to do?”

“Take them off.”

“If you are gentle, you may, Malcolm.”

Louise looked distinctly uncomfortable as a naked, hypnotised and increasingly erect Malcolm began undoing the buttons on her blouse revealing the swell of her breasts and her bra.

“Very good, Malcolm.”

Steadily Malcolm worked down the buttons until the last one was undone allowing him to pull the material over Louise’s shoulders. It dropped to the floor.

“Perhaps if you turned round, Louise.”

Malcolm was now able to undo the hooks from the eyelets that held the bra firmly against Louise. Released it dropped a little away from Louise. With a look of resignation, Louise turned back to face Malcolm.

Randolph noted Malcolm’s cock was now fully erect—straining at the leash might have been a reasonable description—as Malcolm reached to remove the bra and reveal Louise’s full breasts.

“You may touch, Malcolm.”

Malcolm’s hands reached out and cupped Louise’s round breasts, lifting them a little so they rested in his hands. He juggled them up and down a little before his thumbs curved upwards so the balls of his thumbs rested on Louise’s soft nipples. They began to stroke, moving just a little but enough so that the corrugations of his skin caught and moved the soft pink nipples. Randolph watched as they began to harden.

“Doors don’t change like that do they Malcolm? Girls are so much more fun, so much more interesting, and so much more exciting. You like girls very much Malcolm, don’t you? What are girls?”

“Girls are fun, girls are interesting, girls are exciting, girls are soft, girls are hard, girls are warm, girls are wet.”

Malcolm smiled. “Go on Malcolm make those nipples wet.”

Malcolm bent forward and took each nipple in turn between his lips and sucked and teased them until the nipples stood long and hard.

“You remember Malcolm you liked door hinges? You remember I told you girls had another secret?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like to see what girls are made of?”

“Yes.”

“Well then keep on undressing pretty Louise.”

Malcolm walked around Louise looking how to undo her skirt. He found the zip and buttons at the back. His fingers slipped into the waistband as he pulled the material to undo the buttons. Louise looked at Randolph with concern but he smiled back reassuringly. He got up from his chair and came round to her, laying his hand on her bare shoulder. He looked into her eyes.

“It’s all right Louise. This is good for Malcolm.”

The skirt dropped to the floor.

“You are doing so well. Relax, enjoy the feelings, enjoy helping Malcolm, enjoy the warm feeling in your breasts. It feels good helping Malcolm.”

Malcolm’s thumbs slipped into the waistband of her white panties and began to pull. Randolph’s eyes broke contact with Louise’s and he glanced downwards to see her patch of golden curls beginning to be revealed. He looked back into Louise’s eyes.

“Soon you will be naked but you won’t mind that, so long as you are helping, helping Malcolm to get better, helping people to feel better. You don’t mind do you? You like the feeling of being naked and helping people. It makes you feel warm, it makes you feel sexy. You need to feel sexy to help Malcolm.”

The panties slid down to lie around Louise’s ankles. She stepped out of them. Randolph patted her behind.

“You are good, Louise, really helping me.”

Louise smiled in pleasure and did not look cross when Malcolm began to stroke her vee of golden curls with his fingertips.

“Well Malcolm how about that! So soft, so springy, so pretty. Louise keeps her secret hair hidden but she’s let you see it and stroke it. Aren’t you lucky? But Louise has more to show, a bigger secret. Louise would you lie down on my desk please?”

Louise did as she was told, first sitting on the edge, then lying down but being careful to keep her legs closed. Malcolm took to stroking her golden hair again.

“In the past you liked those big doors in the library with their secret hinges. The doors opened and you could see the brass hinges: the doors closed and you could not. Well Louise has a secret place between her thighs, Louise has her secret hinge.”

Randolph looked at Louise. “Would you mind slowly opening your legs—and I mean slowly, gradually widening your thighs—then bringing them together again?”

Louise looked very uncomfortable. Despite Randolph’s words it was contrary to her instinct, her modesty, her sense of what was right to reveal her most private parts to these men. But as Randolph Trevais had said, it did not really matter. Malcolm was in a hypnotic trance and Mr. Trevais; well he was a professional doing his job. Perhaps she did not really mind after all.

Randolph nodded encouragingly as Louise gradually revealed herself, her legs parting to, at first, show more of her curly down, then her pink lips coming apart revealing a mysterious recess and yet more pinkness and folds. Louise tried to make the opening of her legs as much like a door as possible and slowly they widened until fully outstretched. Having opened them wide she began to slowly bring them together again.

“Well done indeed Louise!” Randolph almost overdid his praise by clapping. Louise repeated her action.

“There you are, Malcolm. You knew what was there, but now you have seen Louise’s very own hinge. Isn’t that so much better than a door hinge, Malcolm? It is soft, it is warm and, yes Malcolm, it is wet. You know why it is wet Malcolm, don’t you? So a penis can go in. Would you like to oil Louise’s hinge with your penis, Malcolm? Tell me.”

“Yes please.”

Louise was shaking her head and looking worried again.

“I can’t let you do that Malcolm. Louise doesn’t want that. You do, don’t you Malcolm? You want to sink your penis in and oil her, you are desperate to do that, to sink into her warm wetness and let your oil flow.”

Malcolm was panting with desire, his cock seeming to strain in front of him.

“You’ve never been so excited, never been so excited with a door as you have with Louise. Girls are so good, aren’t they?”

Randolph looked at Louise, “Could you open your legs again? Now, Malcolm, go and stand between her legs.”

Malcolm stood between Louise’s knees gazing down at her sex. Inches above it rose his cock, the skin of its purple head taut with excitement, a seeping of clear fluid beginning to spread from the little eye at its tip.

“Louise won’t mind though if you touch her with your fingers. Gently though, feel how soft her sex is, how warm it is and how wet it is.”

Malcolm used the fingers of both hands. He was gentle in using his fingers to stroke, fondle, and tug at Louise’s lips.

Randolph looked at Louise, “Are you all right with this? Is Malcolm being gentle? I expect so. I expect you are actually enjoying his fingers. They are making you excited.”

Louise to her surprise was getting wetter and wetter. It did feel good helping Malcolm but she did not want him inside her. What would her boyfriend say? She didn’t want to cheat on him. She didn’t want somebody else in her.

“Could you ask Malcolm to put his fingers in you, please Louise?”

Louise thought that would be all right as it wasn’t his cock.

“Please, Malcolm, put a finger in me. Ooh yes, and another.” Louise found herself getting quite worked up.

“Well done Malcolm, now that’s so much more than you could do to a door. Move your fingers in and out, yes add a third, pretend it’s your cock going in and out of Louise. Wouldn’t that feel good? Doesn’t it feel good?”

Randolph watched Malcolm’s fingers at work on Louise. He smiled; the therapy was going very well.

“See how wet your fingers have become now, Malcolm. Girls are warm, girls are soft, girls are wet. Doors don’t compare to girls. Doors can’t compete with girls. You much prefer girls to doors. Your fingers are wet but your penis is dry. You so want to come don’t you Malcolm? You mustn’t put your penis in Louise but what you can do is wet it, slide it up and down between her legs, stroke it with her wetness—but you mustn’t go in.”

Malcolm needed no further instruction, he was rubbing his penis, rubbing the head on Louise’s wet sex, rubbing her so that it was sliding right on her clitoris and up her slit onto her pubic bone. Louise did not protest, it would have been difficult to do so as the sudden feeling on her clit was nearly sending her into orgasm. Similarly the intensity of feeling on his cockhead, the warm wetness, was almost immediately too much for Malcolm. With a cry he began to come, a burst of pearly fluid flying forward from his penis, arching over Louise’s fair curls to land on her tummy and pooling in her tummy button. Again and again Malcolm spurted leaving a trail of semen down from Louise’s tummy to mingle in her already damp curly hair.

Through his orgasm Randolph’s calm, soothing voice kept up his explanation of how much better girls were, reinforcing the message he was keen to implant deeply in Malcolm’s subconscious.

There was a pause, a pause to let the training, the therapy sink in.

“Well done Malcolm, well done Louise,” said Randolph smiling at the dishevelled Louise and at the hypnotised Malcolm still standing between Louise’s thighs, a softening but wet penis lying on her nest of curls. “I now want you to get dressed, Malcolm, and then sit there in your chair.” Randolph guided Malcolm away from Louise.

“Well, Louise,” he said gently wiping Malcolm’s ejaculation from her with some tissues, enjoying the feeling of his fingers touching her smooth stomach and the springy curls, “you have helped so well today. I really am proud of you.”