The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

The atmosphere in Emmanuelle Naim’s house was ambient and warm. This was just as it should be. Only an hour earlier, she had thrown a small but lively party. While it was getting close to Christmas, it was not celebrating that occasion. Rather it was celebrating her appointment as the Department Chair of Scarborough’s University and Institute of Technology’s (SUIT’S) Department of Psychology and Mental Studies. Getting such a position at one of Canada’s (and Ontario’s) most prestigious universities (and in her favourite subject, no less) was her lifelong dream. After 8 years of postsecondary studies, the completion of her PHD and rigorous competition, her dream had become a reality. That was worth celebrating.

It was now 9:30 PM and the guests had all gone home for the night. Well, all but one: Evangeline Langer. Not that Emmanuelle minded. Evangeline was her best friend and had been since childhood (fourth grade to be specific). They played together at recess, played with dolls and tea sets, and offered each other a shoulder to cry on after suffering heartbreak. They also did all the other things female best friends were wont to do. Unlike most of their other friendships, theirs did not deteriorate as they grew up. They routinely kept in contact through email and social media, and had regular face-to-face visits (including this one).

At first glance, you might not think the two would be best friends. Emmanuelle was the daughter of Libyan Jewish immigrants, while Evangeline was a nominal Christian born and raised in Canada. Emmanuelle’s skin was brown, Evangeline’s was white. Emmanuelle was a studious and intelligent scholar. Evangeline was a spry and imaginative dance instructor and gymnastics coach. Evangeline was an only child, while Emmanuelle had an older sister and younger brother. There were many other differences between them too. You know what they say: opposites attract.

Just then, Evangeline approached Emmanuelle. “Thank you so much for inviting me to your party,” she chirped. “I have to get going though.” “What’s the hurry?” Emmanuelle expostulated.

“I need to get home before it gets too late,” Evangeline explained. “I have more than few parties to plan myself.”

“How about you stay for another cup of hot chocolate? Emmanuelle offered.

Evangeline thought for a few seconds. “Okay, “she said. “But only one cup, no more.”

“Only one more cup?” Emmanuelle teased. “I marvel at your self control.”

Emmanuelle may have said that remark in jest, but it was in fact true. Her hot chocolate was delicious, and once people started drinking it, they clamored for more until the supply ran out (many still clamored for more after that). It used a special blend of Libyan cocoa beans, chocolate chips and bits of Coffee Crisp chocolate bars (plus other secret ingredients). Indeed, she had patented the secret recipe and used the revenue and royalties to pay for her education. In effect, she did not have to pay a dime in her quest to get to where she was professionally.

“Yes. Just one,” Evangeline confirmed.

Emmanuelle then scurried to the kitchen to prepare the delightful drink. Of course, unlike previous servings, this hot chocolate contained an additional ingredient that was reserved for only the most special of friends...like a bestie.

2.

Evangeline smiled when Emmanuelle handed what she swore would be her last cup of hot chocolate for the night. She’d had a wonderful time at Emmanuelle’s party. She could not be happier that her best friend had finally achieved her dream of becoming a psychology scholar. Evangeline had even read her PHD and it was quite impressive. It was written in a way that explored complex psychological concepts in detail, but did so in a way that a lay reader (like Evangeline) could understand. She wished she could stay the night, but she had her own commitments to think about, not to mention how the party had exhausted her.

Yes, even people like her could get exhausted. She placed the cup to her thin lips and sipped. It was good. Wait, scratch that. It wasn’t just good. It was orgasmic. It was like a tidal wave of melted milk chocolate crashing against your tongue. There was a little dribble of it on her chin and she lapped it up with gusto. Surprisingly, Emmanuelle had not poured any hot chocolate for herself. She just sat there and looked pretty. Granted, looking pretty wasn’t too hard for Emmanuelle. Indeed, she even looked beautiful in the plain clothing she was wearing: a grey sweater with the SUIT logo, blue jeans white socks, and a pair of beige slippers. Her light-brown skin made her look exotic. She had black eyes and black hair, the latter of which was done in a presentable bun and framed her attractive face.

Evangeline was no slouch in the beauty department, though. She had a svelte figure, beautiful blue eyes, and shiny blond hair. The latter was done in a braid that reached down to her waist. She wore a grey sweatshirt over black leotards and leggings. It was an ideal outfit for someone in her line of work. Like Emmanuelle she also wore white socks, but instead of slippers she wore brown leather loafers. She, like Emmanuelle, was 28 years old. Evangeline happily sipped her hot chocolate until she had drunk all of it.

“Well, Emmanuelle,” she said a few minutes later, “I guess I have to get going now.”

“No,” Emmanuelle said. “I know you said you’d leave after finishing your drink, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why?” Evangeline asked.

“It’s so cold and snowy outside, for one” she said pointing to the window. “Look.”

Elizabeth did so. She had to admit that Emmanuelle was right. It was snowing real hard. Snowflakes came down quickly and furiously.

“Yes, Evangeline,” Emmanuelle continued. “It is very cold outside. Bestie, it’s cold outside. Just look at the snow as it falls and falls, faster and faster, put everything out of your mind except for the snow. It is so furious, so eye-catching it keeps coming down, invading everything in its path. Indeed, it is even invading your mind. Yes, the snow is invading your mind. Say it.”

“Snow... invading my mind,” Evangeline said choppily.

“Yes, it’s invading your mind,” Emmanuelle said. “Do you like that?”

“No, don’t like it at all,” she said as she began to shiver. She then curled up into a fetal position.

Emmanuelle smiled. Her special ingredient (really a hypnotic drug) was working. It made her feel as if the snow actually was invading her mind, making her feel quite cold.

Indeed, her psychology studies were paying dividends. She had also studied up on hypnosis and mind control and felt confident enough, to try it out for real.

“No, bestie you, don’t like it at all. It hurts you” You would do anything to get away from it wouldn’t you?” Emmanuelle asked rhetorically.

“Yes...anything,” Evangeline said faintly.

Emmanuelle then saw Evangeline’s lips turned blue. She then became very worried. She wanted to hypnotize her bestie, not give her hypothermia. Fortunately, she knew how to fix that.

“Evangeline,” you can escape the snow and cold of your mind by turning to me. I am your bestie and I care about you. I can make you nice and warm. Just follow my voice and listen to what I say. Do that and you become warmer with each word I utter. Listen to my voice and obey. Keep listening to my voice. You don’t even have to look at me. Just close your eyes and listen to my voice close your eyes and allow me to keep you warm. Close your eyes and sleep. ”

To Emmanuelle’s great relief, Evangeline’s lips returned to her original colour. She stopped shivering. her eyes closed and her head slumped forward indicating that she was in a hypnotic trance. Now it was time for the next phase of Emmanuelle’s plan.

“Evangeline, can you hear me?” she asked.

“Yes, I hear you,” Evangeline muttered sleepily.

“You want to stay warm. Don’t you Evangeline?” Emmanuelle asked rhetorically.

“Yes...stay warm,” Evangeline confirmed.

“Yes and to stay warm you must do as I say without hesitation. You must do as I say. I am your bestie and I can keep you warm. All you have to do is obey me.”

“To stay warm...do as you say...Obey you,” Evangeline droned.

“Very good,” Emmanuelle complimented. “Now, open your eyes but remain deeply hypnotized. Then come with me to the bedroom.” Evangeline did so, helpless to disobey.

3.

Emmanuelle had a pretty nice bedroom. It was spacious, colourful, and decorated with all of the things she liked. This included a big bed that could accommodate three adults. She even had a typewritten diary. Had Evangeline read the diary she’d have discovered that Emmanuelle was a lesbian and had been greatly infatuated with her, beginning in her mid-teens. She just didn’t have the courage to tell her. Of course, Emmanuelle had always asked Evangeline not to read her diary and Evangeline respected her privacy. Time to add a new event to my diary, Emmanuelle thought gleefully. She turned to the entranced Evangeline. “Evangeline,” she stated. “I am your bestie and I can help keep you warm. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes Emmanuelle,” Evangeline said compliantly.

“That’s ‘yes bestie,’” Emmanuelle commanded, liking how those words would roll off her friend’s tongue.

“Yes bestie,” she obediently replied.

“Alright, Evangeline. Because of me you are warm. In fact, you are hot, so hot that you need to take off your clothes. You also find me just as hot has you are now. So hot that you want to make love with me once you have all of your clothes off. Do you understand?”

“Yes, bestie,” she affirmed. Sweat instantly formed on her brow and she began to squint in response to the manufactured heat. She then pulled off her sweatshirt completely revealing her leotard. She took off her shoes and kicked them aside, her socks immediately followed. After a minute or two of struggling, she was finally able to get herself out of her leotard revealing a black sports bra and underwear. She began to take them off, too. While a very beautiful woman, Evangeline had a flat chest and small breasts. Though you know what they say, good things come in small packages. She then stripped off the rest of her underwear and moved erotically towards the bed. Emmanuelle was completely naked herself by now, her clothes a cotton heap on her bedroom floor. She undid her bun, letting her sleek black hair fall free. Unlike Evangeline, Emmanuelle’s breasts were huge. She was clearly a C-cup. They also came with thick pink nipples. Her lower region came with some big, hairy black bush. Evangeline had a similar bush, but it was blonde, not black.

“Come make love to me, bestie,” Emmanuelle commanded.

“Yes, bestie,” Evangeline replied monotonously. She then got onto the bed and rolled onto her bestie. Both women were rolling around on the bed now, kissing each other with passion. Emmanuelle’s big breasts pushed against Evangeline’s small one’s resulting in an oddly pleasurable feeling. The two women took time to stroke each other’s hair. Emmanuelle loved the feel of the curves and bumps found in Evangeline’s braid, while Evangeline loved the soft silky feel of Emmanuelle’s hair. After a few more minutes of making out, Emmanuelle ordered her brainwashed bestie to kiss her breasts. Evangeline complied, first giving each nipple a series of quick, soft pecks. She then began to lick them and, at Emmanuelle’s command, suck them furiously. Emmanuelle moaned in pleasure while Evangeline faithfully served her friend. Then Emmanuelle had an idea.

“Bestie,” Emmanuelle commanded. “Make it so you are facing the other direction, turn on your stomach, and climb on top of me. Then lick my pubic hair.” She obeyed her friend’s command so her face was close to her friend’s pubic area. The same held true regarding Emmanuelle’s face. The two then began to furiously lick each other loving the moans, groans, and pleasure that came from it. Each lick was faster and more intense. Emmanuelle closed her legs on Evangeline’s head while Evangeline instinctively did the same. The two then had simultaneous orgasms, not minding the semen that splashed all over their faces. This occurrence would repeat itself many times that evening.

4.

After some more lovemaking Emmanuelle felt both parties had had enough. She and Evangeline had a shower to clean up. Then she turned to give Evangeline her final instructions of the night. “Evangeline, you will not remember anything that happened after you finished your last cup of hot chocolate. You will think that you ended up snowed in and you spent the night with me. You will not notice any stains, cramps, or other indicators of our lovemaking. You will think we slept in the same bed to keep ourselves warm. Now whenever you hear me (and only me) say ‘bestie it’s cold outside’ you will instantly fall back under my control and do as I say. When I touch you on the forehead, you will count to ten and fall into a deep and happy sleep. Do you understand?”

“Yes bestie,” she replied automatically.

“There is also one more thing,” Emmanuelle said. “I will need you to do this for me...”

5.

The atmosphere at the Christmas party was lively and loud. The liveliest of the guests were the newest lesbian couple, Emmanuelle Naim and Evangeline Langer. Evangeline did not know why, but after her overnight stay at Emmanuelle’s Evangeline became incredibly attracted to her. Not that she or anyone else among her family and friends would mind that she was dating a woman. It was just strange that she had developed these strong romantic feelings for her best friend literally overnight. Oh well, there was no time for that now. The partygoers were now beginning the first round of the infamous “white elephant gift exchange” and she had to focus on strategizing so that she found a gift worth receiving.

Emmanuelle smiled. She never really liked the white elephant activity (because of its random nature and the fact that she celebrated Chanukah , not Christmas). However, regardless of what she would get for Christmas, Chanukah, or any other festive occasion, she had already given herself the best gift of the year: Evangeline’s love for—and obedience to—her. Indeed, Evangeline was not just her BFF anymore. She was her BLS—Best Loveslave Forever.