The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The Button

By Paladin

Ethyl sat on her vinyl dinette set and stared at the big red button sitting on the middle of the cracked and stained tabletop. She kept running the events of the day through her mind.

She had answered the door to reveal a tall, middle-aged, well-dressed man holding an expensive-looking briefcase. She wished she had changed out of her frumpy house dress before she had answered the door.

“Good morning, Miss Rigby. My name is Mr. McKenzie, and I have a proposal for you. May I come in?” Ethyl was flustered by the request. Her small apartment was not nice at the best of times, and she had not cleaned it in a while. As she was trying to stutter out a polite refusal, Mr. McKenzie reached out and gently took her hand. “My dear Miss Rigby. Please invite me in. I do not care what your place looks like, and I am not here to judge.”

With a resigned sigh, Ethyl stepped aside and let the man in. He promptly sat at the rickety little table and pulled something out of his briefcase- a box with a clear top. He set it on the table and released a catch. When it was opened, there was a large red button inside, and nothing else she could see.

“Miss Rigby, I am here on behalf of my client, who shall remain anonymous. He has instructed me to give you this button and to explain to you how it works, which is simplicity itself. Every time you push the button, one of your fantasies will come true. Each time you push it, a small change will occur in your life- a change determined by your heart’s desires. When the changes occur, only you and my client will remember how things used to be- for the rest of the world, it will be as if the changes had always existed.”

Ethyl listened with a skeptical mind. “And how, exactly, does this work? Some sort of magic? What is the game here?” Mr. McKenzie smiled slightly and told her that the ‘how’ was a secret that even he did not know. He did indeed know it would work exactly as described, but not the ‘how’.

“What’s the catch? Does someone on Earth die when I push it or something?” Ethyl asked, arms tightly folded across her bony chest.

“The only other thing that will happen is that one of my client’s fantasies will come true as well.” That led to a flurry of concerned comments from Ethyl. What sorts of sick fantasies does the client have? How will I know if it is something I want? Who IS this mysterious client? Do I know him? Why me? This cannot possibly work, can it? And so on.

Mr. McKenzie weathered the storm of questions calmly. He could not speak to his client, his fantasies or motivations. He did point out that the client was in a situation to make such an amazing deal so it would be unlikely the client would wish for bad things for Miss Rigby. He allowed the give and take to go on for several minutes before he held up a hand.

“Miss Rigby, I believe it is time to go. I have told you all I can. The only other thing of importance right now is to tell you that your first use is ‘free’, that is, none of his fantasies will be fulfilled. After that use, you may choose to use the box or not. Whenever you decide to stop using it, just close it and engage the lock, like so. Once locked, it will stop working and you cannot re-open it. Simply closing it has no effect other than preventing accidental triggering, such as by one of your cats.” Her big tabby, Mr. Epstein, had been rubbing himself against Mr. McKenzie’s trousers for the last few minutes. “It was a pleasure meeting you. I hope to see you again.” Mr. McKenzie smartly stepped out of the apartment.

Other than getting herself a cup of tea and feeding the cats, Ethyl was in the same position as she had been in since the unusual visitor had left several hours earlier. She just could not decide what to do. Nothing in her forty years had prepared her for anything like this and she was torn between so many warring thoughts and concerns that she was frozen into inaction. The morning shadows crept across her floor as she suddenly reached out and tapped the button.

At first, she thought nothing had happened, but her apartment was cleaned up. No dirty dishes in the sink, no stains around the cat dish, the newspapers were gone off the various places they had been scattered on, and so forth. It looked just like she had planned on making it look when she was done with her cleaning later in the day. She gasped as she realized that she had also apparently taken a shower and fixed herself up. Instead of the frumpy housedress and curlers, she was in her ‘day off’ jeans and a clean sweatshirt, grey-shot dark hair brushed out and tied up. No make-up or anything on a weekend, but she seems to have used her moisturizers and such. Amazing. She was tempted to hit the button again immediately, but stopped herself and just flipped the cover down. She needed to think about this.

The rest of her Saturday went like some sort of waking dream. There was nothing left to clean so she surfed the web, watched some mediocre TV, wasted a couple hours just lounging on the couch and playing with the cats, Harrison and Epstein (the latest in a long long of cats that began years ago with a kitten she named Ringo on the spur of the moment). Every few moments she would find herself staring at the button and wondering. It had been so long since she had really fantasized about anything and she realized with a deep melancholy how sad and lonely her life had become. Even her volunteering at the church on Sunday afternoons had devolved into listlessly cleaning up rather than anything more social.

Ethyl Rigby was never a popular girl. She was always rather tall and spindly. She played some sports in school, was in band, and did well academically but never really formed any friendships. Even today, she did not have a cell phone- just no one really to call. Some co-workers at the insurance office she was a clerk at were certainly friendly enough, but she rarely hung out with them, and when she did, she felt so ill at ease.

After eating a very distracted late lunch/early dinner, she found herself standing beside the table, button cover flipped back, and her hand on the button. With a brief flash, her apartment refinished itself. The cheap dinette set was now a nice wood table with colorful ceramic tiles on the top. The whole apartment looked like it had been featured in a make-over show. The off-beige walls were now tastefully painted in many festive colors with warm wood wainscot and bright accents with a sort of South American flair. Her tired old seating area couches and chairs had been recovered in a colorful woven print with a soft-looking nubby fabric and nearly drowned in pillows. The old linoleum and drab carpet was now a wooden floor with a rich glow and bright rugs scattered around. Exactly as she had often pictured it after a long-ago trip to Mexico.

Just as she was getting used to seeing her dream apartment take shape around her, she felt a weird twist and noticed that her clothes and other things had changed. Her sloppy jeans were snug-fitting black toreador pants, and her dumpy grey sweatshirt was now a trim-fitting perky pink sweater that revealed a little of her skinny abdomen. Her comfy tennies were a cute pair of sandals, which revealed that her toes were painted a nice matching pink- as were her fingernails, she noticed. She looked in one of the mirrors now decorating her walls to see that her face was nicely made up. Nothing fancy- just some lipstick (matching pink), a smear of blush and some eye make-up. She ‘remembered’ doing it, as she does every day... now and in her past memory... except she knows she never used to. Even though it was her day off, she still wanted to look nice... now and in the past... sort of?

She was thrilled with the change. If this is what her mystery benefactor was thinking, she could get behind it. She went to prepare for bed, slipping on a soft cotton pair of pajamas instead of her old, nowhere to be found old ratty flannels. She was asleep shortly after her head hit the comfy pillow she remembered buying but had never had before.

Sunday dawned to find her in a rare good mood. She did her morning workout, wondering only for a moment how long she had done this for, and performed her morning ablations, tickled by all the new but familiar details. Even her toothbrush and paste were a grade better than what she was used to. At church, she was more outgoing than she had been in years- touching, chatting, laughing, sharing... she ended up joining a group for a light lunch in the social hall before doing her weekly cleaning job where she chatted with other workers the entire time.

Arriving home in the early afternoon, she decided that the last use was such a positive thing that she was going to do it again. As the flash settled, she was amazed at seeing the newly familiar sights of her now Siamese cats, Mr.s Epstein and Harrison, lounging together on the leather couch, as the high-end stereo played softly in her tasteful apartment with the authentic Mayan and Aztec artwork and handwoven rugs. She was turning to inspect her gourmet kitchen when the second flash hit, knocking her into a nearby chair.

Miss Rigby stood up and gasped when she saw her hands and chest. She turned to a nearby mirror to confirm that... yes, she was younger. She opened her new Prada bag to retrieve her driver’s license and it confirmed what she had suspected... or known. Yes, she was just turned 34a few months ago. Her name was still Eleanor... no... it was... Eth something, wasn’t it? Eth... Eleanor. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and resumed her self-inspection. Elly was the same height and weight she remembered herself being (and why wouldn’t she be? She wondered). She was a bit startled to find that it listed her eyes as green rather than brown as they always had been... maybe? She shook her head. She looked like a younger, cuter sister she might have had. She was thrilled by the changes and hugged her slight chest. It was nice to be able to wear these cute designer sweaters and have at least a little curvature there. She remembered the hours spent at the nearby gym when she glimpsed the membership card in her handbag. She also noticed he keys... to a nicer style of car than she remembered driving.

How did she afford all of this? Her job as a clerk couldn’t possibly... as an executive assistant certainly paid nicely and had such pleasant perks- the clothing allowance really helped, but she as she was expected to dress nicely, it was only fair. She went to the gourmet kitchen and retrieved a previously opened bottle of a nice white wine from the cooler. As she lay there, sipping her wine, listening to the soft jazz, and thinking about the button, she did not quite notice that she was gently rubbing her slacks. She smiled when she noticed what she was doing. A pleasant buzz was going through her and she began to wish that she had a boyfriend. She needed a, what did Allison from work call it, a ‘booty call’? Ummmm, that would feel so nice right now. She drifted further in her fantasy and was rubbing her small breasts. Elly smiled at herself thinking about what would happen if she hit the button now. Instead, she decided to jill herself off and make some dinner plans, perhaps at that nice new place down the street. The irony of her fancy kitchen with the nearly empty refrigerator amused her even as a pleasant orgasm flowed over her.

She eventually got up and went to the elegant little dining table and flipped the cover down on the button for the night, resisting the strong temptation to use it again. Her night was so nice. It had been so long since she had felt so... happy. She had chatted with the staff and the manager joined her for a drink. She had a pleasant night with softly erotic dreams, a pleasant morning, and a perfectly pleasant day at work. There were a few odd moments where her memories and reality diverged- her assigned parking space, where exactly her office was, and so on but the most odd thing was that several other women in the office expected her to join them for lunch, and even drinks after work. It was almost as if he had friends! She returned home after making plans for a late dinner later with Allison and some of the other singles in the group. She was slightly surprised to find that they all had their numbers in her unfamiliar but indispensable business-like smartphone.

At home she changed from her day to some casual clothes and did the little things she always did in the early evening. She checked her Facebook account, with all of her old friends, checked her email, some light housework, previewed the menu from the place they were going to looking for the healthier choices, and so on. As she passed the dining room table, she realized with a start that she had not really thought about the button all day! She thought about it for a minute and decided that all it has done was to make her life better, so she opened the top and gave it a press.

Within seconds, her cute little cell phone was ringing and her best friend, Allison, was confirming their plans to go out to the new club after dinner. Elly confirmed the plan and went to get ready. She did not immediately notice any changes until she stood up and her balance was off-kilter for a moment. The ‘just turned’ 30 year-old shrugged her shoulders to get her pert B-cup breasts back into place, and brushed her hands down her trim waist and relished the flare to her hips again. She waggled her nicely rounded little butt at the mirror and promised it she would get it some attention tonight. She flipped her shoulder-length brunette hair as she went to her big closet to get ready. Her face looked perfect in her clubbing make-up- a dash of light glitter over her eyes, nicely dramatic lines, the highlights in her hair just so. Ummm... she was just horny enough that she tossed a packet of condoms in her bag as she went out.

Elly was the belle of the ball at the club. She was flirtatious, funny, outgoing, and a great dancer. She did not quite recall ever dancing before, but she was having the time of her life. As midnight rolled around, the scene was dying off as usual for a Monday and she decided to go home alone, even though she had a couple very nice offers. She and Allison went to her place to crash, something they did often enough that Allison kept some supplies there, Elly suddenly remembered.

As the two settled in, Elly bit her lip and hit the button. She had been turned on all night and had some rather naughty fantasies right now. She saw the expected flash from her room-mate’s room. She walked in to see Allison laying naked on the bed, looking younger and sexier than she had minutes ago. Allie smiled and reached an arm to Elly, inviting her lover to share her bed for the night. Elly then felt the second flash and shook her now mid-of-the-back long honey-gold hair free. She smiled her late-20s white teeth at her long time lover and slid the skintight dress off her C-cups and tiny waist.

The two kissed lovingly and deeply as their hands roamed familiar/new places on each other. Allie loved to heft and suckle Elly’s soft breasts while Elly loved to stroke Allie’s soft mound of Venus, feeling her friend’s moist heat on her palm. The foreplay did not last long as for some reason this time felt especially exciting, as if it were their first, and they were soon 69’ing and playing with each other and various toys Allie kept in the bedside stand.

Elly loved the warm sex they shared, but then, she had a great capacity for sex. She loved having it as often as she could and had for as long as she could remember- or for the last few hours. She was kind of unclear about that. She loved Allie, and she loved it even more when the sexy duo found a guy or two to join in the fun. They fell asleep in Allie’s bed, all lovingly tangled up under her big comforter.

The next morning, Elly was amused by the routine they had- sharing the shower, preparing breakfast like a well-oiled machine (Elly moaned a bit to herself at that thought), and completing each other’s sentences. It was as if they had shared the apartment for years rather than less than a day. Was it only a day? It was getting so hard to remember how this all started. Snatches of memory- Ethyl, fortieth birthday, drab furniture- it was like a comfortable but unpleasant dream.

The pair made it into work with no incidents and Elly promptly scooted off to her office as a newly appointed executive secretary. She smiled again at the pay she got for working for that sexy Dr. Robert, although she thought it was kinda pretentious of him to insist on Dr. when his PhD was not in medicine. She occasionally toyed with the idea of seducing her boss, and was pretty sure her trim body with her pretty tits would do it easily. Throughout the day, she flirted with other guys, teased the mailroom boy mercilessly, chatted with the other women effortlessly, and generally had a blast. She loved her job! She and Allie met some other staff for drinks after work. They decided to try to find some ‘other gender’ companionship for the night and were able to pick up Jude and Johnny pretty easily.

After a nice dinner as a foursome, during which the girls did what they could to get a rise out of their guys, the two pairs retired to Elly’s place. They shared a nightcap while listening to some good music. Johnny and Allie were already making out- ready to pass second base, when Elly asked Jude if he wanted to go somewhere more private. She led him to her bedroom and lit some candles. He grabbed her and spun her to his strong chest, kissing her deeply and letting his hands roam her back.

She pressed her warm groin against this hip and moved it in a small circle as her own hands stroked his back and tight butt. She reached up and undid his tie, shirt buttons, and belt before he started to help by pushing his clothing off. Then he slid her jacket off, undid her blouse, and unbuttoned her skirt before she copied him and slid her clothes off as well. Jude was tall and well-built with dark curly hair and sturdy cock that she slipped into her warm mouth. Oh, god, she needed this. She sucked him with gusto, with abandon, with consummate skill gained from... well, skill nonetheless.

He came and she swallowed, smiling at him and making a show of it. She kissed his cock and rubbed it against her breasts, feeling it rise again. Elly gave him a warm titty fuck for a few minutes before she pushed him over and climbed onboard for several minutes of healthy, lusty rutting. She came a few times and rode him to another climax before they fell into the bed all sweaty and panting.

“That was great.” Jude said. Elly smiled at him, satisfied but wanting a bit more. Could she? Dare she? She had already changed so much... just barely at all. Why not? She kissed him and wiggled off the bed, padding into the dining room. She noticed that Johnny and Allie were not out there anymore and wished them luck as she pressed the big red button again.

The bright flash seemed bigger and warmer than before. She was a little disoriented as she looked at the different room layout. The front door opened to a combined living, dining, and kitchen area- just like before, but the short hall with the two bedrooms and bathroom was different. Now the bathroom door stood open to her side and a single door had replaced the hall. She went through it and saw a large, combined bedroom with a large closet and bath to the side. The room was dominated by a big platform bed and dozens of cushions, some side chairs, what looked like a hanging chair thing, and so on. She relaxed at the comfortable sight of her and Allie’s self-proclaimed ‘sexatorium’. Allie was laying in bed with what looked like an enhanced Johnny plowing into her while a definitely enhanced Jude was getting sucked by Al’s head hanging over the side. She was about to jump in when another flash rocked her briefly.

El shook her head, long bright blonde hair flying around her Barbie-model young twenty year-old face and felt her big firm 38D sweater puppies jiggle happily. She knelt at the bedside and started to suck at the juncture between Johnny and a younger, hotter looking Al, slurping up all the juices she could get, happy bubbles exploding in her brain. Jude moved to behind El and slammed his thick new cock deep in her wet little pussy. “Whee!” She giggled, wriggling her cute little butt on his big dick. She shifted her position to kiss Al, her BFF, and giggled. “Jude is fucking me!”

Al giggled right back. “Isn’t this, like great?” The two kissed as they got pounded on by thick cocks jammed hard in their juicy pussies. El stroked Al’s long light brunette hair (wasn’t it short and dark? She wondered for a moment) and stared in her BFF’s bright green (brown?) eyes. They tried to do a deep French kiss, but kept jiggling apart as their men rammed them harder and harder. Al asked El “Are you ready?” El replied that she was with a twinkle i her cute green eyes. “Go!” Al shouted.

The two girls executed a series of rolls and twists that ended with them in the doggie position, side to side, getting fucked in unison.

Johnny said that two could play that game and the two guys chanted “Ready, steady... go!” and swapped places. El was not quite as happy since Johnny’s cock was a little smaller, but he pounded her harder and at a more fun angle, so she was happy... giddy even! The two girls were kissing and fondling each other’s beautiful tits, clits, and guy’s balls when Jude let loose with a grunt and Johnny followed a beat later, filling El with his hot creamy goodness. the girls rolled over in a heap and licked off both guys without worrying too much about who was who.

They paired off and each group showered in one of the big showers the girls had installed in their love nest, and they gathered in the living room for snacks and drinks while they gathered their energies for Round Three of the night.

The next day saw a tired but satisfied couple of girls roll into work. Their co-workers had always assumed they were sisters, but the two worked in the secretarial pool side by side and were considered warm and friendly to all- although they did spend quite a bit of time flirting with some of the staff and doing their hair and stuff. Their clothing was bright but tasteful- at least since their supervisor had a chat with them about appropriate dress. At break the two talked about their weekend plans- some dancing at the strip club for extra money, then clubbing and fucking all weekend. They were laughing and high-fiving by the time they went back to work. At one point, Al checked to see if their webmaster posted the new videos yet on their hot for-profit website. Not yet, but everything else was looking good. The money was rolling in steadily and getting better all the time. A few more months and the two could blow this job and just dance, pose, and fuck for their money full time!

Since it was Wednesday, it was shopping, cleaning and laundry day-no men in the apartment until they got their chores done. Al did the groceries, and had plenty of offers for company, but laughingly blew them all off. El did the laundry in the basement and was discovered by another tenant as she was jilling herself off against the vibrating drier. She laughed, unconcerned, until she noticed that the young woman was looking at her with a hint of hunger. Within a quarter hour, El and the other girl were making out in the warm ambience of the laundry room. El figured that since it was not a man and not in their room, it was doubly OK.

After all the work was done, El and Al were lounging against each other on the big couch watching their big screen TV. “So, El, are you ever going to use that button-thingy?” Al asked.

El was confused. She had used it a lot, hadn’t she? Maybe not- it was so hard to think about what used to be. “I guess it would not hurt to use it once, would it?” The two giggled and gathered around the button. El popped the cover off and spanked it.

There was a flash and El was amazed to see that Al was a gorgeous stacked teen with an athletic body and long platinum hair. Her eyes were a sparkling light blue and her perfectly shaped mouth was smiling seductively at her. “My God, Al! You’re so sexy!” She yelped as another flash engulfed them.

“Thanks, sis! You are pretty hot yourself. Duh, goofy, we’re twins, remember?” Al joked. El looked at herself. how could she forget about her twin sister? She squealed and hugged sis, loving the feeling of their huge boobies rubbing together. They shared another deep kiss and Al broke off. “But, weren’t you going to push that button thingy?”

El was confused- hadn’t she already done that? But she trusted her best friend, er, her sister completely and pushed it again. After the flash, her hot eighteen year-old twin sister with the boobalicious bod asked if anything had changed? El looked around. Their sexatorium was just like she remembered. Al looked like she always did- burningly hot, with a body that promised incredible sex and delivered on the promise as often as possible. She checked the shrine to sex where they practiced their yoga and sexual worship every day to keep themselves at their lusty, busty peaks.

“Mistress, aren’t you going to press the button?” Slave Acolyte Al asked. High Priestess El smiled at her sister/slave/acolyte/fellow worshipper Al and assured her that the button would get pressed, right after hers got licked. Al smiled and slid into place to service her beloved sister/slave/mistress/priestess/religious head El’s sweet cunt. Dear Goddess, she loved her sexy sister so much!

El came with a scream and slumped into a nearby chair. “Beautifully done, Slave Acolyte. Let’s press the button.”

With the next flash, El suddenly had knowledge of a dozen other young, beautiful acolytes to their growing religion, all dedicated to the goddess of sexual pleasure and service. The secondary flash and El felt discombobulated... like she was missing something... no, someone. She so much wanted to serve. Her mouth was hungry for a shape she could almost identify, that seemed to match the gaping hole in her burning pussy.

But, she was supposed to press the button, wasn’t she? Two sudden flashes and El moaned as she found herself on her knees, beside Al, both with collars and lockets around their necks- blue for El and pink for Al. The large photo of King Jude, their Lord and Master, positioned atop their shrine, with more photos of His Strong Right Arm, High Master Johnny, and their two favorite slaves, El and Al scattered around the room. The front door opened and the twins were prostrate.

Jude and Johnny walked into the room, laughing. “It took you long enough to finish things off, slave. I am pleased with the end results, however.” His voice made their pussies quiver as he strode to the box and locked the lid closed. “It is time for you two to enter your service. Let’s start with a dance, shall we?” El started the high-end stereo playing the music she knew her master king loved. She and Al did a long, sensuous dance for King Jude and High Master Johnny for the first time, just like they always had.