The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Julia fumbled her keys as she rested her bag of groceries on her knee. Shoving the patio door open, she stumbled into her kitchen, heaving a sigh of relief as she placed the heavy grocery bags down. After traffic like that, Julia need only one thing to help her relax.

T.V.

Getting married had it’s drawbacks, namely having to food shop for two. At 26, Julia hadn’t married all that early compared to some of her friends, but she had noticed how much she missed the freedom of being single. The most aggravating part of the whole thing was watching her husband, Pete, go off to his corporate job everyday. She had worked at home even before they were married, but Juli couldn’t help feeling like she might be some housewife from the 50’s lost through time.

Of course, having a husband who pulled a 6 digit income made most of the inconvenience worth it. For one thing, her life, while less than exciting, was at least social. Pete had moved them into a exclusive gated community completely filled with young attractive couples, all with high-ranking careers in various corporate industries.

Julia turned up the volume of the television and began unpacking the groceries in her meticulous fashion. She flipped through a few channels with her free hand and settled on some pet training program. Within a few minutes, her attention returned to the groceries, leaving the television babbling in the background.

The show broke for commercials with Julia barely noticing, but she did notice, with a bit of a shock, a commercial advertising a new porn channel, now available by satellite. She glanced at the clock which read 1:30 pm. Wasn’t it a little early in the day to be advertising porn.

The curious thing about the commercial though was the background. Beautiful girls were parading around, stretching out excessively over the smooth female’s voice. At first, Julia laughed in contempt, but she soon found herself very fascinated by the gently swaying girl’s torsos. Something odd seemed to be happening to the television screen too. Every once in a while, she noticed a flash of a spiral, like a weird mirage, dancing on the screen, but as soon as she would noticed it, a girl’s very exposed breast would drift into view. The shock of seeing nudity on T.V. distracted her from the spiral.

The commercial continued, although Julia was oblivious to the passing time. The droning voice of the woman kept talking while almost naked bodies danced across a screen that openly swirled a bright spiral over the picture.

Julia’s whole body began to relax and she slowly sat down, staring at the screen wide eyed all the while, and smiled.

A few minutes later, Julia picked up the phone and made a few orders with her husband’s credit card. Unbeknownst to her, she was far from the only housewife that day to make such an order.

Later that night, Pete found his normally overworked and over stressed wife in a much more amiable mood. She had changed out of the turtle neck she like so much and replaced it with a stunning blouse that she normally saved for special occasions.

“Are you ready for some dinner, handsome?” She cooed at him. Pete did notice that the kitchen smelt abnormally fragrant, like his wife had discovered some wonderful new spice to add to her already tasty cooking.

“Oh, hell yeah!” Pete replied, eagerly stepping into the kitchen. “Smells great.”

He stopped as he caught a look at the kitchen counter.

“Hey babes? Why is there a whole gallon of ice cream melting on the counter?”

Julia looked up, opening her mouth in surprise.

“Ooops, I guess I must have left it out when I was putting the other groceries away. Well, you know me Petesy, I’m always making a mess.” She playfully licked a fingerful of melted ice cream and then shoved the whole mess into the trash. “Now come over here and eat some food, I have something special for us in mind afterwards.”

Pete ate quickly.

Julia had always been a talented cook, but her food tasted extra sweet tonight, although the tangy sauce made Pete flush. Pete slid from talking about the less mundane parts of his day, to enthusiastically praising her food, to staring at her dreamily while absently chewing his food. Julia looked down at her watch.

8:30.

Her surprise would be coming on pretty soon. Just in time.

Julia slowly got up and blew out the candles. Pete watched half-lidded, his head nodding every now and again as he fought the sophomoric effects of the delicious food. Julia then walked straight to Pete and gently took his hands in hers. She bent in close letting him get a good wave of her perfume in his face.

“Let’s head over to the living room, baby.” she whispered in his ear, letting her soft lips brush against him.

Pete nodded and slowly rose up out of his chair. He followed Julia by the hand into their comfy living room with out bothering to turn on the lights as they went. Julia almost jumped in surprise to hear a soft sloshing sound as she stepped into the carpeted room. She was wet. Pete looked just like a sleepwalker and she couldn’t help but think how hot and kinky that was. With a small tap of her fingers, her husband gently fell back onto his favorite armchair. She grinned hungrily as she straddled him and began kissing him hard and deeply, very slowly pressing her perky breasts into his chest. It wasn’t long before she felt his swelling member pressing against her thigh.

She swung her leg off him and undid his fly. Pete’s penis had never been gigantic, but it was hardly teeny-weeny and had could stay rock hard when he could gather the energy to focus on her at nights. Pete moaned as Julia tenderly gripped the base of his cock, squeezing gently. With her free hand, Julia snatched up the remote control. While tapping the power button, she rejoiced that Pete’s all-too-frequent bouts of fatigue would be a thing of the past.

With a small blip, the screen came to life.

Translucent letters reading Perfect Pleasures drifted across the screen in front of a swirling background. Soft music began leaking out of the living room speakers.

“Just lay back and relax, Hubby,” Julia said while gripping her husband’s cock and starting a slow massage. “You just sit back, watch the television and enjoy. Doesn’t it feel so wonderful just to stare and relax as I jerk you off?”

Pete nodded and attempted to grunt. His efforts were cut short however by the appearance of a stunningly woman on screen with short dark hair and olive skin. Her eyes were dark and inviting and her tight dress did little to hide her eye-catching oversize bust. The music died down and the woman on the screen smiled.

“Good evening, and thank you for tuning in to Perfect Pleasures here on Channel 777 the Porn Paradise. For those of you who are regular viewers, just make yourself nice and comfortable and get ready to unwind in front of the BOOB TUBE.”

After hearing the woman speak, Julia’s head drooped down gently and then bobbed back up. Pete could see her whole body relax as she sat perfectly still, her eyes vacantly staring at the T.V. Her hand kept it’s grip on Pete’s erect penis though and she continued to slowly pleasure him.

“There now,” The woman on the screen said. “That should take care of our loyal viewers. But what about our new viewers. I imagine there must be quite a few men who would like to know what’s going on, but don’t worry. I’m sure your wives have made you quite comfortable right now. I’ll bet most of you won’t mind paying attention to me while your wives stroke you up and down. You see, if you’re watching this, it means that your wife was lucky enough to stumble on one of our commercials earlier today. Our advertising is very compelling and you’re wife later found she couldn’t help but order this new station, all so that she could surprise you tonight.”

As she finished talking, the background slowly swirled and faded from a soothing blue background to a roiling pink one. A low, but repetitive beat began to play and the woman with the velvety voice began to sway and rock her hips back and forth. As she kept talking her hands moved up to the neckline of her top as she began to play around with the sheer fabric. Pete felt his cock get even stiffer than normal. He felt incredibly light headed. Julia just continued to stare at the screen, a silly smile on her face as she kept masturbating Pete’s tool.

“You see, we are a media that knows the power of stimulation, in all it’s sensual forms. We ensnared you’re spouses with eye-catching subliminals and subsonic commands. With a little conditioning, they became very very eager to carry out our orders, but they are not really changed all that much. They may look pretty dopey now, but that’s nothing compared to how you men will turn out after watching our prime-time special. We’re going to use a lot more than subliminal messages, in fact, that was one of the orders we gave your wife. Fixing you a special dinner filled with the narcotic spice we sent to them was all part of the plan and is probably one of the reasons you’re just sitting there, watching me slowly show you my fantastic boobies while your wife jerks you.”

Pete realized with a start that his mouth was wide open. Not only that a small trickle of drool had begun to drip down from his lips. Looking down, he could see that his erection was in a similar shape, standing high at attention while pre cum oozed out of the tip. He realized how stupid he must look to anyone right now, but the truth was he just didn’t care. All he wanted was to listen to the sexy woman and get played with by his entranced wife.

“So not only are you pretty drugged right now, but you’re also very turned on. You probably wish you could ejaculate, but unfortunately for you, you’ve been staring at a subliminal that suppresses you’re ability to come. You must be quite worked up by now.”

Pete could only nod his head as more blood flowed out of his brain and into his cock.

“Sadly for you, you’re in the perfect position to be completely brainwashed by me right now in your heavily drugged and over sexed state. You would probably go right into trance if I flashed these at you.”

With that, the dark woman pulled down her flimsy top revealing two marvelous breasts that bounced up and down. The camera zoomed in and Pete felt his mind get pulled into the beautiful image of her swaying, perky breasts. She continued to talk, but Pete didn’t bother trying to follow what she was saying. He found it much easier to answer questions instead.

“You like watching my boobs, don’t you? Say that for me.”

“I like watching your boobs.” Pete said, his wide eyed gaze glued to the television.

“Ladies, if you’re husband repeated what I said, you may stroke him with both hands.”

Julia wasted no time in wrapping her second hand around Pete’s shaft. Pete could feel his load fill his engorged penis, but he couldn’t bring himself to cum.

“Watching this is the Perfect Pleasure for you, isn’t it?” The woman prompted.

“Watching this is the perfect Pleasure.” Pete agreed.

“You can’t resist this pleasure.”

“I can’t resist this pleasure.”

“You’ll do anything at all for this pleasure.”

‘”I will do anything at all for this pleasure.”

“You are watching Perfect Pleasure.”

“I am watching Perfect Pleasure.”

“You will do anything for Perfect Pleasure.”

“I will do anything for Perfect Pleasure.”

The minutes swept away into the vortex of pleasure, commands, sex and tits. Each time Pete felt himself get close to orgasm, something clicked in his brain and he continued to watch the T.V. Little did he know that those clicks were the mental noise of his brain slowly shutting off Pete’s higher reasoning. With all of his blood held captive in his junk, Pete was slowly suffering from irreversible brain damage as he continued to watch this glorious program.

After sometime Julia was instructed to take out some of the special hand cream that she had received with her purchase of the television channel. She slathered it onto Pete’s throbbing cock as the woman massage some of the same cream into her breasts over the television, making her bouncing boobs glisten and shine as they slipped in and out of her hands.

Julia was also suffering irreversible changes, but instead of turning off her mental facilities, she found herself in the grip of the most thrilling sexual fantasy. A fantasy where she took charge of her worthless husband and reduced him to a horny, obedient moron anytime she wished. Julia was also kept from orgasming, but her trance had triggered a huge dose of endorphins to flood her system, keeping her perpetually satisfied and hungry for more at the same time.

Finally the program resumed it’s focus on the dark temptress. She spoke while rocking her breasts around in circles.

“You are now under the control of Perfect Pleasure.”

“I am now under the control of perfect Pleasure.”

“I am Perfect Pleasure and I am you’re mistress. You will do what I tell you whenever you hear me say the words Boob Tube. Whenever you hear me say Boob Tube, you will go back into this relaxed, open, and horny state. You’re wife has complete control over you whenever you are not watching me. You will do everything you can to please her and you will follow all of her instructions. If she ever says the words Boob Tube to you, you will go back into this amazing trance and get rock hard.”

Pete let his jaw drop open stupidly as he felt the tingling in his brain begin to spread across his forehead, obliterating any free thought as it went. All of Perfect Pleasure’s commands sank deeply into his empty head. Julia frantically rubbed his slippery member with both hands, overjoyed to see her husband so enthralled. Their televised mistress gave them once last instruction, to look into the spiral now dominating the T.V. screen. The Spiral broadcast the message you are watching perfect Pleasure, You will obey Perfect Pleasure again and again.

“Good job everyone,” Perfect Pleasure announced over the spiral. “We have confirmation that %100 of the viewers are enjoying this program. You all deserve a great reward. When I say ‘titty time’ anyone watching this will orgasm for 5 minutes. You will then make sure you are in a safe, private place and continued to watch Perfect Pleasure with your spouse, following all directions that are given to you. And 1...2...”

Julia then heard something very odd. It was the sound of people moaning, like a roving band of horny cats. It sounded like her whole suburban neighborhood were orgasming in one breath. Julia could only vaguely reflect how their satellite service always had a second lag time.

“3...Titty time.”

Pete and Julia joined in the cacophony of howling orgasms. Pete’s cock erupted in an explosion of hot white cum, his ejaculate spurting high into the air and continuing to flow out of his dick as he kept cumming. Julia was rocking back and forth maniacally, her pussy gushing warm cum juice. Looking out the window, Julia could make out the rest of the neighborhood bucking and writhing, all rendered completely helpless by the coaxing of Perfect Pleasure. As the whole block continued to cum loudly, their dozens of television sets continued to pour subliminal commands into their minds.

Finally the noise died down and silence settled over the street once more. Julia leaned her warm body into Pete’s, noticing how vacant her husband remained, while Julia felt almost refreshed and alert. No one turned off their televisions that night, and quiet suburban block waited for dawn as each couple alternated between sleeping in front of their t.v. screens or fucking like animals.

Over the next week, the neighborhood faced nearly a complete exodus. Young couples moved inexplicably out of their houses leaving them for sale or just plain abandoning them. Those who stayed continued to tune in every 9:00 on channel 777 and the next morning, they would wake up horny and with a compelling urge to move out. Within 10 days, not a single house was left that contained anyone between to ages of 18 and 65.

Occasionally, some of the disappearing people would leave cryptic letters explaining that they are traveling or found a wonderful job opportunity someplace, but no one ever mentioned where.

Julia walked down the hall of her new home. The beautiful pleasure lodge made her so much more happy than her dumpy little suburban house. Now everything that Julia and Pete owned belonged to Perfect Pleasure and her worshippers. The sun shone on Julia exposed chest as she made her way to the Mistress’s quarters.

Along the way, she was fortunate enough to pass by the brainwashing room while the men were having one of their four daily sessions. She peeked into the darkened room, trying to get a glimpse at the scene inside. 30 naked men sat staring mindlessly at a gigantic television screen. The screen was a blur of scantily clad busty women, mostly shots of Perfect Pleasure, spliced in with barely perceivable subliminal messages urging the men to jerk off, to stop thinking, to obey, to let their arousal addict them to the voice of Perfect Pleasure.

The men, when not masturbating to the program, spent the rest of their time wandering the complex, serving any female that happened to need their services. Every once in a while, Julia would request Pete specifically to help her worship their mistress. Their mistress had done away with the notion of exclusive sexual partners when they arrived at the facility almost a month ago, but Julia still liked to fool around with her husband for old time’s sake.

The women would also spend a certain amount of time per day masturbating in the programming room, but their sessions were far less frequent. The rest of the day they were either getting serviced by the men or helping to run the businesses that the men had all signed over to Perfect Pleasure upon their arrival. Under her guidance, all the women had become extremely successful business leaders. Julia gave herself a satisfied smile as she sat down at the meeting table with the other nude women.

Their nervous chattering fell silent as Perfect Pleasure entered the meeting room. She wore only a silver robe that hugged her generous curves.

“Thank you all for coming.” Perfect Pleasure greeted them. “As you know, you’re all in very powerful positions as the owners of some of the largest corporations in the country. I’ve called you all here today to talk to you about some new commercials your corporations will run on prime time next quarter.” Perfect Pleasure pulled at the belt of her robe, letting the fabric slide off her body to reveal her glorious figure. “I believe that you’ll be more than happy to run these commercials on the Boob Tube.”

Hearing their trigger, all the female executives dropped into a docile trance.

“Now then, my dearies, “ The seductive goddess purred. “We’ll return to your intended programming after these subliminal messages.”