The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

(Monday morning)

Veronica sat at her kitchen table, eating toast for breakfast. She turned the business card over in her hand again—EZ Dating Service, it read—but she just wasn’t sure. Elsbeth certainly was sold on the place, but Veronica just ... hadn’t made up her mind yet.

“C’mon, Ronnie,” Elsbeth had said yesterday. “It’s been two years since you dumped that bastard of a husband of yours, and you haven’t been out on a single date!”

“I’m enjoying my freedom, El.”

“You’ve just got permanent cold feet, girl. You’re what—thirty-eight? You’re still beautiful, but you’re not getting any younger. What was that study a few years ago? You’ll be more likely to die in a plane crash than to marry again if you don’t hurry it up. Besides, Doug has been flaunting floozies all around town for months. It’s like he’s bragging about the divorce—I won! I won! Show him how many heads YOU can still turn, Ronnie!”

“That’s not my style, El.”

“What is your style, then? ‘Loser’? Come on! You’re beautiful. You’re just shy. Try this place. I did and I love the results.”

Veronica had looked at her friend sideways. “You really do? You weren’t too ... embarassed? To go to a place like that? ”

Taking Veronica’s hand, Elsbeth had said, “Ronnie, I really do. And I think you really will as well.”

Veronica turned the business card back over. It wasn’t that she NEEDED a date. Though, it did get a little lonely at times. And she didn’t want to get into a competition with Doug. He, of course, was doing everything he could in a game to “beat her” at the divorce, a game of his own making. She just was glad to be out of the prison cell the marriage had been.

“Hey, Mom,” Samuel said as he came in the kitchen.

“Good morning, Sammy.”

Samuel poured himself a glass of orange juice, grabbed a bagel, then sat at the table and began eating.

“When do your classes run to today?”

“Mmmm ... Calc III is my last class of the day—it’s over at 3:00.”

“Veronica smiled. “I’ll get your schedule straight by next week. It always seems to take me two weeks to get it memorized.” She took a sip of coffee. “Have I mentioned how proud I am of you?”

“Not yet this morning, Mom.”

She took another sip. “Well, I am. Prouder than I can ever tell you.”

“Thanks, Mom. I’m pretty proud of you, too.”

“Really?”

Samuel looked up at her, surprised that she would even question that. “Really, Mom. Not everyone would have the courage to divorce a vindictive jackass like you did. Not everyone can go out and get a job making what you’re making. And none of the other moms have ever been as pretty as you.”

“Thanks, sweetie. It’s good to know you feel that way.” She took another sip of coffee while Samuel returned to his bagel. “Would ... how would you feel if I were to date someone?”

Samuel looked back up again, smiling. “Mom! That would be great!”

Veronica smiled. “Really?”

“Yeah! I know you have to get lonely sometimes. And the pressure of supporting both of us—I’ll ask again, can I—”

“No. Your studies come first. During the summer, maybe, you can get a job, and we’ll both support our little family. Until then, your classes need to be your primary focus, so you can hang onto all those scholarships you have. THAT is how you help support us.”

“Yes, mother,” he mocked. “Seriously, though. I think it would be great if you were to see someone. Is there anyone particular you have in mind?”

“Not yet, sweetie. But I’m thinking about it. I wanted to make sure it wouldn’t bother you.”

“No, not at all, Mom. I think it would be great.”

“Well, you have an eight o’clock class, don’t you, young man?”

“See? It doesn’t take you two weeks to learn my class schedule.”

“And I have to get to work. I love you.” She kissed him on the forehead, then grabbed her purse and headed to the car.

At 9:00, Veronica steeled her nerves and called the number on the business card, “EZ Dating Service.” Surprisingly, the woman that answered sounded quite intelligent—not like a bimbo at all. She guessed that would teach her to prejudge places like that.

The woman said that they needed an initial interview, and that they had an open time slot this afternoon. She encouraged Veronica to come then, and though Veronica wasn’t sure about taking the afternoon off with such short notice, she finally relented.

“See you at 12:00, then,” the woman said, then hung up.

Ronnie printed off two spreadsheets she had been working on the last two weeks, then took them in to her boss, Mr Engel.

“Thanks, Ronnie.” He took them from her. “Oh, you have both sets of figures complete! Excellent.”

“Yes, sir. I stayed late last week to complete them. Also, could I take off this afternoon? Some things have come up and it would be good if I could.”

“Sure. What came up?”

“I ... uhm ...” Oh, what the hell. Whenever Ronnie fibbed, she usually got tangled up keeping the stories straight later, so she might as well tell the truth unless there was a very good reason not to. “I’m ... uhm ... going to an initial interview with a dating service.”

Mr Engel smiled. “Those can be quite useful, so I am told. May I ask which one?”

“They call themselves EZ Dating Service.”

Engel’s eyes lit up. “Oh, I’ve heard of them. They are supposed to be quite excellent! I’m sure that they will provide you with the best service! Wise choice, Ronnie. Yes, of course, take off the afternoon. And any other time you need for them as well. Lord knows you’ve been putting in some extra hours around here.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Ronnie left on her lunchbreak at 11:00 and drove downtown, trying to find the place, which turned out to be the penthouse suite of the Baxter-Harbert building.

“You must be Ms Wilson,” the receptionist greeted her.

“Please, call me ‘Ronnie’.”

“And I’m Tiffany. Welcome, Ronnie. We’re glad to have you as part of our family.”

“Well, I’m still getting used to the idea of working with a dating service.”

“And you feel a little embarassed. I wish it didn’t feel so awkward to ask for our assistance. We have hundreds of clients, and we match them up by computer with similar interests and personality dispositions. You would have to spend eight or twelve hours a day, meeting people all the time to even begin to meet the matches we’re going to find for you. I say, let’s use technology! We can make our lives better and richer with it, instead of more mechanical and less meaningful!”

Lots of catch-words, Veronica noted. She hoped this wasn’t all just hype and propaganda, or she would have wasted her money.

“I have a few forms for you to fill out, and a couple tests—they just measure your interests and traits. Then I’d like to show you a video that explains our goals and approaches. And then you get to begin meeting people scientifically matched to you.”

“Okay, let’s get started, I guess.”

Veronica spent the next hour and a half filling out forms and picking ‘a’ or ‘b’ or ‘c’ or ‘d’. It was almost one o’clock when the paperwork finally stopped coming and she was feeling slightly fatigued.

Tiffany led her to a back room. “Sit there,” she pointed to a chair, then pulled a tape from a drawer and placed it in the VCR attached to the wide screen television.

“Wow, this is a really comfortable chair,” Veronica remarked. “We ought to see if we can get some of these where I work. Except we might fall alseep and not get any work done.

Tiffany walked behind the chair and put her hands on Veronica’s shoulders. “Now, I want you to just lean back and relax and look for a moment at the test pattern.”

Veronica did as she was asked, then felt a sharp sting from the air gun at her neck.

“What!?”

Tiffany put her hands back on Veronica’s shoulders. “Just relax and watch the screen ... relax and watch the screen ... just learn what it teaches you, Veronica ... learn ...”

After an hour, Tiffany went in to check on her subject. Veronica was leaned back in her chair, her eyes wide, still staring at the blank screen where the orientation tape had just ended.

“Hi, Veronica. How are we doing in here?” she asked brightly.

Very slowly, Veronica began to blink. Then she shook her head slightly from side to side. “What ...”

“Hi, Ronnie. You just finished our first orientation tape. How do you feel?”

“My mind feels ... soft ...”

“Pliable, doesn’t it?”

“Yeeessss ...” She shook her head to clear some of the haziness out of it. “What—what are you doing to me?” she asked slowly.

Tiffany slapped the dildo prop she was carrying into the palm of her other hand twice, then set it on the counter when Ronnie’s eyes moved to it.

Ronnie pulled her gaze from the sex toy. “What are you doing to me?”

“We’re fixing you up, honey. Improving you. You want to be a really hot date for your men, don’t you?” And for your women, Tiffany thought.

Veronica realized that her eyes had travelled back to the dildo. She licked her lips then looked back at Tiffany. “I don’t ... I don’t understand ...”

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to. Ronnie? Ronnie, stop looking at the cock on the table and look at me.”

Veronica looked from the dildo back to the blonde receptionist.

“What are you, honey?”

“I’m ... I’m a business woman.”

“And?”

“And ... a mother.”

“And?”

“And ... and I’m one of EZ Dating’s specially prepared hot dates. And I ... I, uhm ... please, I need to—" She reached and grabbed the dildo, then brought it to her mouth and sucked in the head. She shivered, letting her eyes shut, and a low moan came out of her mouth as she slid the artificial cock in and out of her mouth.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?”

“Mmmmm-hmmmmmmm!” she nodded, still sliding it in and out.

“That’s a good girl.” She stepped behind Veronica and took a vial from the counter. “Okay, I’m going to put a couple drops of medicine in your eye, sweetheart. Just lean back and open wide.” She placed three drops of the solution in Ronnie’s left eye.

Tiffany walked to the VCR next to the screen to swap tapes.

“What ... (slurp) ... are you ... (slurp) ... doing to me? ... (slurp) to my mind? (slurp) ... why ... (slurp) ... am I ... (slurp) ...”

“Ssshhhh. You just relax. Just lean back and watch what this next tape will teach you. Just learn, Veronica ...”

An hour later, Tiffany went back in to check on her subject again. Veronica was leaned back, wide-eyed, lightly licking her lips.

“Hi, Ronnie. How are you feeling now, sweetie?”

Veronica blinked, then turned her head to stare at the blonde receptionist. “I am ... so hot.”

“Well, then! It’s good I brought you this gift, isn’t it?” She held up a sheer lace teddy.

Veronica still laid with her head resting on the back of the chair and smiled. “For ... for me?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Veronica reached out in slow motion and took it. “For me ... how nice ... how sexy ...”

“Well, try it on!”

Smiling, Veronica pulled herself up to the edge of the chair. “Could you ... could you turn around ... I don’t want you to see me ...”—she dropped her voice to a whisper—“... naked.”

“Sure,” Tifanny smiled, but continued watching her subject.

Veronica unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off, followed by her bra. Standing, she almost lost her balance and steadied herself with the arm of the chair, giggling. She unzipped and dropped her skirt, then slid her panties down.

“You’re ... you’re not supposed ... to be looking,” she giggled.

“I know!” Tiffany whispered conspiratorially. “Isn’t it naughty!”

Veronica chuckled, then tried to step into the teddy without losing her balance. She finally managed, then pulled it up and slid the straps over her shoulders.

“Well ...?” she smiled.

“You look HOT, girl!”

“Thank you. But ... uhm ... but—" Veronica looked off into space. “I’m not ... I don’t usually get naked in front of girls ... I don’t ... I don’t usually dress in lingerie ... not during the day ... you ... you’re doing something to me ... doing something to my mind ... aren’t you? ...”

“Yes, Veronica. I am. You are going to be so SEXY when I get done with you! Now sit back in the chair. We have some more work to do.”

Veronica moved back into position over the seat, then relaxed and dropped into the chair. “But ... but what if I don’t want ... to ... be changed? ...”

“That doesn’t really matter too much, now does it, sweetie? Now lean back and open your eyes wide.” She placed three drops of the solution into Veronica’s other eye, then walked to the VCR to change the tape.

“But ... I’m a mother ... and a businesswoman ... and ... and I don’t WANT ... to be changed ...”

“Ssssshhhh. Just learn, Veronica. Just sit back and learn.”

Another hour passed.

“Hi, Ronnie!”

Veronica’s eyes popped open. “Hi, Tiff!”

“How do you feel?”

“Like you’ve just fucked my brain over! I feel ... good!”

“Not many inhibitions left, are there?”

Veronica moved her hands to her own boobs to cup them. “Noooo. This feels good!”

“Look what I brought you!” Tiffany held up a pair of red five-inch heels.

“Oh! Thank you! Let me try them on!”

Tiffany held them out to Veronica, who took then and put them on, then stood and slid the teddy off her body and to the floor. She walked across the floor, wearing only her high heels, then turned to face the blonde. “Well? How do I look in them?”

“You look hot! Now, what are you, sweetie?”

“I’m just a whore—now that you’ve gotten done with me!”

“Come back over to the chair, sweetie. We have just a little more training.”

Veronica walked back over to the chair and laid in it, nearly naked. She opened her eyes wide for Tiffany, who placed three drops in the left eye.

After another hour, Tiffany checked on her subject again. When she walked in, Veronica had one leg hooked over each arm of the chair to spread her pussy wide, and she was leering at the blonde. “Hi ... sexy ... little ... tart ...”

“Hi, Ronnie. How do you feel?”

“Like one hot, steaming rag of sex ...”

“That good?”

“I have dribbled fuck juices all over the seat of this chair ...”

“That’s okay. That’s what the chair is for. What are you, Ronnie?”

“I am your hot fucking bitch ... I am one swollen, blood-engorged cunt of a pussy ...” She moved her hand towards her crotch. “Oops! Did you see that?! That finger just slipped right in!”

Tiffany smiled. “Did it now?”

“Whoop! There goes another one! Oh! They’re both squishing up around inside me! God, that feels good!”

“Wait’ll you try your asshole.”

“Hungh?”

“I said lean back. I need to give you one more dose of eyedrops.”

Veronica leaned back, and when Tiffany leaned over to place drops in her eye, Ronnie grabbed and sqeezed one of the blonde’s boobs.

Tiffany placed the three drops in her eye, then asked, “Are you enjoying that?” as Veronica continued to sqeeze.

“Oh, fuck, yeah! You are such a hot little piece of blonde ass!”

“Why, thank you, Veronica.” She stepped away to change the videocassette. “You just absorb your lessons one more time, sweetie.”

Veronica heard the tape click at the end and begin rewinding, and she opened her eyes.

What had happened? She must have fallen asleep.

She blinked a few times, feeling groggy.

She hoped that it wasn’t an omen that the orientation tape bored her to sleep!

Gathering herself, she walked back out to the front area. “I’m sorry, Tiffany. I must have fallen asleep watching the tape. I hadn’t realized how hard I’ve been pushing myself lately.”

“Oh, Ms Wilson, you ARE here late. It’s six o’clock.” Tiffany smiled back. “Well, I’ll tell you what.” She walked to a file cabinet and pulled a video tape out of one of the drawers. “I’ll give you a copy to take home with you. Watch it at your convenience.”

“Thank you, I will. And I apologize about falling asleep.”

“Oh, no problem. Hey! Look! You already have your first hickey!” She pointed to a red spot on Veronica’s neck. “How did that happen?”

“How did what happen?”

“There’s a mirror over here. Did you scratch a mosquito bite?”

Veronica studied the mark. “I must have, I guess.”

“Well, you watch that video, and hopefully in a couple days, we’ll have some excellent matches for you.”

“Thanks, Tiffany. I will.”

Samuel was concerned about his mother getting home so late without calling. He had prepared dinner, then kept it warm in the oven. She ate, though not much.

“I’m sorry, honey. I’m just exhausted. I think I’m going to clean up and go to bed.”

“You go right ahead, Mom. I’ll get the dishes, then study a while, then I think I’ll be going to bed too.”

“Goodnight, sweetie.”

“Goodnight, Mom.”

Within ten minutes, she had washed her face and was lying in bed. She fell immediately asleep, but had a long night of bizarre, sexual dreams, none of which she could remember details of the next morning.