The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

Gong Hei Fat Choi!

That was the go-to greeting to mark the beginning of the Chinese New Year. It was also the harbinger of the excellent business for Chinese restaurants (and the grueling workload that came with it).

Charity Chu should know. She was the manager of one such restaurant in the City of Trillium, Ontario. Known as Liao’s, it specialized in all sorts of Chinese food. Egg rolls, sweet and sour chicken, wonton soup, fortune cookies, and all sorts of noodle dishes: you name it, they had it. They also had regular entertainment, social events, charity drives, and promotions. It was also a family business. It started with her grandparents who met in Canada after the two had fled their home countries (her mother from China and her father from Taiwan). They pooled all the money they had into the restaurant. It became a rousing success and had allowed them to make a comfortable living. Indeed, it was so good that her grandparents passed it onto her father and her father had passed it on to her. Indeed, she was married to a wonderful man, Chen.

She ran it with the help of several dependable employees, excellent food, and a healthy embrace of her old country’s culture. The restaurant would continue to satisfy customers—and earn a good living for those running it—for years to come.

Charity definitely looked the part. The forty year old woman was tall and skinny, had noticeable Asian features and a sleek black bob haircut. She had brown eyes and was dressed in a grey blazer, a black camisole black dress pants and socks, and so me classy white dress heels. Unlike her parents and grandparents, she did not have a noticeable Chinese accent. Another reason for the restaurant’s success was Charity’s willingness to innovate. This year, there would be a new addition to the entertainment: a stage magician. Though such entertainment had little to do with Chinese culture, it was certainly an innovation.

Moreover, the magician, Wayne Laski, had received glowing references from all of his previous clients. He was a burly (but not ugly) man with a round face nicely-trimmed black beard and brown eyes (with very bushy eyebrows). He wore a white suit with white dress pants (and a black dress shirt). He had just introduced himself to Charity and was smiling jovially.

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Laski,” she said.

“Likewise,” Charity responded. “You know we have never had a stage magician perform for us before.”

“Feel free to call me Wayne,” Wayne said. “Also, I don’t think novelty will be a problem. After all, nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

“True enough,” Charity responded. “Novelty is part of the reason why I hired you. So, when do I need to pay you?”

.”I believe we agreed to half ‘up-front’ and half after the conclusion of my portion of the stage show.”

“I see,” Charity said. She took out her Smartphone opened her online bank account and e-transferred the money to Wayne’s. Wayne took out his own Smartphone and logged into his bank account. “It’s been deposited,” he confirmed.

“Good,” Charity said. “So I will see you tomorrow night as we agreed upon?”

“Yes, of course,” Wayne confirmed. “There is one thing I should mention, though.”

“What’s that?”

“Well,”Wayne explained. “I am also stage hypnotist and I am planning to perform some of it as part of my act. Will that be a problem?”

“I don’t see why not,”Charity said, a little surprised.

“Can you think of anyone you know is attending who would be a good candidate for hypnosis?”

“I’m not sure,” Charity admitted after thinking for a moment. “I’ll tell you what: if no one else volunteers for it, I will. Fair enough?”

“Fair enough,” Wayne said. “See you tonight.”

“Same here,”Charity said as Wayne walked out the door.

2.

The next night, the restaurant was packed and the atmosphere lively. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the Chinese New Year activities. Liao’s truly looked like a Chinese restaurant. It was lit by Chinese garden lanterns; incense wafted through the air, and the managers and other employees (and some of the attendees) were in traditional Chinese dress. Charity certainly was. Decked out in traditional red cheongsam dress (also called a Qipao), with a nice pair of black tights that covered her legs from the waist to the toe tips and some black dress shoes. Her hair was in a bun.

She smiled at the full house. She was especially happy to see many of her relatives in the audience. This included Faith Chu—her eldest niece. Faith—who had never been involved in the running of the restaurant—, seemed to really enjoy the show. She sat in one of the middle tables with her boyfriend—Scott was it?—by her side. She too, was wearing a cheongsam, black tights, and dress shoes. Her dress, however, was turquoise and her hair was in a single braid. The Caucasian Scott was in a wheelchair and wearing a white dress shirt, beige khaki pants, and a pair of dress shoes. She was not sure what to make of this new boyfriend but was happy for Faith and glad that she was taking interest in her traditional Chinese roots.

More importantly, the audience seemed to love the entertainment. From the traditional Chinese folksongs, poetry readings, and even stand-up comedy, everything was going great. They did not seem to mind Wayne’s magic show either. They smiled at many of the stock magic tricks—sawing an attendee in half, card tricks, and more. One o trick they loved was turning attendees’ five dollar bills into ten dollar ones (and letting them keep the latter)!

“Now for my final trick of the evening: stage hypnotism,”Wayne proclaimed. “For this trick I will need another volunteer from the audience. Would anyone like to come up on stage?”

The crowd began to murmur indicating their hesitance or non-commitment. “Come on, no one will be harmed. It’s just a fun trick. Can I count on somebody? Anybody?”The crowd continued to murmur. Then it dawned on Charity. She had to volunteer. She had given her word that she would volunteer for hypnosis if no one else did. She raised her hand.

“Finally, a volunteer,”Wayne said with relief. “Thank you so much for your participation! Come on up!”

Charity made her way to the front and walked on stage. Wayne smiled at her in recognition. “Can you tell the audience who you are?”

“My name is Charity Chu,”she replied. “I’m the restaurant manager here.”

“I see. Tell me Charity, have you ever been hypnotized before?”

“No,” she replied.

“Well, no time like the present,” Wayne quipped. “Sit here,”he said pointing to a comfortable recliner “and we can begin.”

“Okay,” Charity responded as she sat down.

Then Wayne pulled out a watch and clicked a button on it. It began to tick loudly.

“Charity,” Wayne intoned. “Look and listen at the watch and my voice. Look and listen to the watch and my voice. They are all you can see and hear. All you can see and hear. Isn’t that right, Charity?”

“Yes,” she affirmed, already feeling the effect of Wayne’s hypnotism skills.

“Because it’s all you can see and hear, it is your only source of information. It is your only source of truth. The watch and my voice are your only source of truth. Say it, Charity.”

“The watch...your voice...is my only source of truth.”

“Because, it is your only source of truth, you will believe whatever I tell you to believe. Won’t you?”

“Yes, believe what you tell me to believe,”Charity slurred.

“Very good,”Wayne said. “Now I am going to countdown from ten to zero. When I reach zero you will fall into a complete hypnotic trance. Do you understand?”

“Yes...” Charity said dreamily.

“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, zero, the trance is complete.”

Charity’s eyes had shut and her head had slumped forward. Wayne smiled. The trance Charity was in was indeed complete. “So,”he asked the audience, “any suggestions?”

“Make her cluck like a chicken!”Faith shouted.

Wayne smirked. The old stage hypnosis cliché. Well, it became a cliché for a reason.

“Alright, what’s a hypnosis show without that? Charity, sit up straight and open your eyes, but remain deeply hypnotized.

”Charity did so. “Now, when I snap my fingers you will think you are a chicken and behave as such. Eventually, you will lay an egg. Do you understand?”

“Yes...” Charity said. Wayne snapped his fingers and Charity began to transform. She saw her arms as wings, her feet as talons and her nose as a beak. “Bawk! Bawk, Bu-cack”she said. She was so in thrall of the chicken command that as she was scratching her feet against the floor, her left shoe fell off. The audience laughed uproariously. Then it came, a feeling of pain in her rectum. It was time for her to lay her egg! She crouched and pushed with all her might. Then it went through and she felt a shot of relief. Of course there was no egg. That was only an illusion from the hypnotist. The uproarious laughter continued.

Of course, Wayne was not done with Charity. He made her do all sorts of silly things. This included, among other things acting like a dog, believing the hypnotist was invisible, being frozen in place, and even “falling in love” with the hypnotist. It’s a good thing that her husband had to work late and did not see it! After this, Wayne decided that was enough for one night.

“Alright, ladies and gentleman,”Wayne announced. “It’s time to conclude the show and wake up our subject.”He whispered something into Charity’s ear. Then he commanded her to remember everything she had done while she was hypnotized and woke her from her trance by snapping his fingers.

Charity sat up and opened her eyes. Clarity had returned to her vision and her mind was once again her own. Her eyes widened when she realized what she had been made to do. “Well,”she said, sporting a sheepish grin, “I hope you enjoyed the show.”

“We sure did!” Several audience members—including Faith and Scott—shouted.

Charity stood up and announced the end of the evening“Tonight’s show had concluded. Thank you all for a wonderful time. Gong Hei Fat Choi!”

“Gong Hei Fat Choi!” The audience echoed. Then they burst into applause.

3.

Half an hour later, all of the attendees and performers, except for Wayne, had cleared out. Wayne and Charity were in the backroom.

“Well Wayne,” Charity said. “You sure were great today. I will make sure to send you the rest of the money by e-transfer. Just let me get my Smartphone, I accidentally left it in here.”

“That’s no problem,” Wayne said. “There is one thing I need to talk to you about though.”

“What would that be?”

“Watch and voice Charity.”

Charity’s eyes shut and her head slumped forward. She was back into her trance. Wayne smirked. He had put the trigger phrase in her mind when he whispered into her ear onstage. Now he would put it to good use.

“Charity, when you are in this trance you will believe everything I say is true, just like when you were up onstage. Do you understand?”

“Yes,”Charity responded obediently.

“Very good,” Wayne said. “Now, Charity, while we originally agreed to have money paid by e-transfer, you now agree to pay me in cash. In fact, it was your idea. Go to your restaurant’s safe and provide me with what you owe for my services.

“Yes Wayne,” Charity said.

“Oh, and call me Master Wayne from now on.”

“Yes Master Wayne,”Charity said. She went to the restaurant safe, entered the combination, opened it and took out some money. She handed it to Wayne.

“Thanks,” Wayne said. “Now please give me change for $200.00, all in tens. Now, you will see the 100 dollar bills in the safe as 10 dollar bills. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master Wayne,” Charity said compliantly.

Wayne smirked in satisfaction as his old trick worked its magic once again. You know all those raving reviews he got from clients? They were from clients who he had hypnotized on stage and left with a posthypnotic suggestion to give a glowing review. His actions right now were also a common practice. While his hypnotic powers were strong, he knew some people’s consciences were even stronger. However, if he made them think they were paying him his fee for performing, they would give him their money without resistance. Just like Charity was doing now! He took the money from her and put it into his wallet. Now, it was time for a second scheme, one which he only pulled on women.

“Charity,”Wayne uttered authoritatively. “Do you love your husband and find him physically attractive?”

“Oh yes,” Charity gushed. “I love him very much and find him incredibly handsome.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Now, in a minute or so, I will clap my hands. When I do you will see your husband and want to make passionate love to him immediately. My trigger phrase will still work on you, however. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master Wayne,”Charity said softly.

Wayne clapped his hands. Charity smiled sultrily as her eyes lit up with passion. “Chen! I’m so glad you came! Granted, you missed the show but I am so glad you are here now. I also have something special for you.

“What would that be?” Wayne said, feigning confusion.

“Some nice lovemaking,”she said joyfully.

“Nothing would make me happier.”

At these words, both parties began taking off their clothes. Wayne took off his jacket, then unbuttoned and removed his shirt. Then he undid his belt, dropped his pants and took off the rest of his clothes. This revealed a hairy chest and an even harrier pubic area. Charity was naked herself now too. She had removed her cheongsam after a few minutes of struggling and did the same to the rest of her clothing. Charity’s body was amazing, especially for her age. She had a great pair of tits with pointed nipples, smooth-looking exotic skin, and a nicely-trimmed black bush.

“So,” Charity said. “Shall we begin?”

“Most definitely,” Wayne said.

Charity lunged towards Wayne (thinking he was Chen). She wrapped her arms around the burly man, pulled him in, and kissed him. He kissed her back hard, putting her a little of balance. He had Charity get down on the office rug and then joined her. They began rolling around on it kissing each other. Wayne kissed her lips, arms, and belly. Then he buried his head into her breasts. Charity giggled gleefully as Wayne licked and kissed them. Her giggles turned to moans as Wayne squeezed them tightly.

“Oh Chen,” she said as Wayne massaged each mammary. “That feels so good.”

“Wait till you see what’s next,”Wayne replied cheekily. “All you need to do is mount me.”

“Oh, how naughty,”she clucked. “I love it!”Then she did as Wayne said. She positioned herself on top of Wayne’s penis and began to rock back and forth easing into a gentle rhythm. Both parties softly gasped as their arousal was building. Charity’s riding intensified as she was reaching climax.

“Oh yeah!” She shouted in ecstasy. “Chen, I’ll love you long time! I’ll love you for all my life!” She cried out as she and Wayne had a perfect orgasm. Wayne smiled as the two were about to begin another riding session. His foolproof plan had worked once again. He was at least $2,000.00 richer, experienced a great sexual encounter and if anything went awry, a person to blame it on (Charity Chu). Gong Hei Fat Choi to a foolproof plan, Wayne thought.

Well, it would have been foolproof if not for two things: 1) a hidden camera and 2) the fact that he was not the only hypnotist in town...