The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Dr Bates sighed faintly. She didn’t even have the energy to be irritated anymore. She checked the time again. Only ten minutes had passed since the last time she had checked it. Seriously, how long did she have to sit here listening to this guy talk about his kinky sex life? It didn’t sound like he needed any more help in that regard…

‘So,’ she began, ‘all of that build up, thirty minutes talking about you and your slutty girlfriend and that’s it? She just left?’ Dennis Leighton nodded with the same carefree smile.

‘I know crazy, right?’ he replied, ‘I spent all that time getting ready for her and that was it? Pretty shitty plot twist, wouldn’t you say?’ The therapist closed her eyes. She had a feeling she should be more annoyed than she currently was, but for some reason she just couldn’t muster the energy. Was it the candle? It didn’t normally affect her like this.

‘I assume that isn’t the end of the story,’ she continued, ‘otherwise you wouldn’t be here. So far you’ve burnt through half of your session today and you’re stepsister hasn’t even properly entered the story. Perhaps you could skip ahead a bit?’ He waggled his finger at her.

‘No need to worry about that,’ he said softly, ‘it’s my time. I’ll use it how I want. If we don’t get through everything we can have another session, right?’ Dr Bates wasn’t very enthusiastic about that. If this guy thought he was going to waste even more of her time with this idiocy he was seriously mistaken. She continued to watch his finger moving back and forth. That habit of his really was distracting. What did he think he was doing, was he even aware he was doing it? Or was he actually trying to hypnotise her like in some cheap television show? Amateur, that wasn’t how hypnosis worked at all. The only reason her eyes were still following his finger was because it was the only thing still moving. He’d strain the muscles in his finger before anything else happened.

‘Fine,’ she conceded. It wasn’t worth the effort arguing with him. Only half an hour left before the session was over, ‘feel free to continue then.’ The young man smiled and nodded.

‘Thanks, doc,’ he continued in his soft, calm voice, ‘sometimes it helps just to have someone listening to you, yes? So as long as you carry on listening that will be enough for me.’ The therapist blinked a few times and settled down more comfortably in her chair. If she was here for another half hour she might as well make herself comfortable.

‘So then,’ Dennis continued, ‘where was I?’

Freyja was already at the end of the corridor by the time Dennis caught up with her.

‘Hey,’ he said, ‘wait a second! What exactly are you playing at?’ His stepsister turned back round to regard him. At the same time he took the time to regard her. It must have been four or five years since he last saw her. At that point she’d been in her mid-teens, skinny, awkward in her developing body and uncertain. Now she was nineteen and confident, extremely so. You could see it in the way she stood and the way she moved. Her mother had moved to this country from Lithuania and Dennis didn’t really know much about that country. However, if Theresa and her daughter were any kind of example of the Lithuanian people it presented a strong argument for going there. Freyja had inherited her mother’s naturally blond hair and piercing blue eyes. She also had the body proportions that fitted most average men’s ideas of beauty. It wasn’t quite the pure hourglass figure her mother had, but it was certainly well on its way. In simple terms, she was hot and she knew it.

‘What am I playing at?’ she repeated his question, frowning at him, ‘I thought I explained already! You didn’t seriously believe I’d spend two weeks sleeping on your sofa, listening to you fuck your nympho girlfriend did you? No thanks!’ Dennis couldn’t help but frown at that. The urge to defend his girlfriend rose up inside him only to be struck down by the crushing weight of reality.

‘Well that’s a bit harsh,’ he replied, sheepishly, ‘she may be a bit more enthusiastic than most other girls her age, but I wouldn’t go that far!’ Freyja regarded him coldly.

‘Look,’ she told him, ‘what you get up to in your own flat isn’t my problem; I just don’t want to be exposed to it, alright?’ Dennis couldn’t help but smile. He had carefully locked Angie’s favourite ‘toys’ away so she couldn’t get them out. Now he was glad he had done that.

‘Don’t worry about that,’ he consoled her, ‘we aren’t depraved enough to do anything like that while we have a guest round. Besides, your mother asked me to look after you and I told her I would.’ Freyja scowled at the mention of her mother. Clearly their relationship hadn’t gotten any better since he saw them last.

‘I don’t need help,’ she declared, ‘I can make my own way. I’m not a kid anymore!’ Dennis glanced down. He didn’t think anyone would make that mistake. Still he wouldn’t say that out loud.

‘I heard you dropped out of university,’ he remarked instead, ‘do you have a job or any way of supporting yourself?’ she hesitated and a flicker of uncertainty crossed her eyes.

‘I’m sure I can manage,’ she said, ‘I’m smart enough and I’ve got the skills to make something of myself!’ He nodded encouragingly.

‘Sure you do,’ he reassured her, ‘but for now let’s go back to the flat and talk things through. I don’t know what friends you planned on staying with, but I doubt they can offer you the support your family can.’ Family, he couldn’t help but feel the word linger on his tongue. In truth, she really wasn’t part of his family, not in any real sense. Still it fitted, and wasn’t that the entire reason why he had agreed to let her stay with him?

‘Ugh, fine,’ Freyja relented, ‘if you are so insistent I guess I can humour you for a little bit! But the first night I’m kept up by the two of you screaming and moaning I’m out!’ Dennis chuckled.

‘That’s fine,’ he agreed. He didn’t know anything about Freyja’s friends, but Theresa had told him over the phone that she’d fallen in with a bad crowd and her particular group of associates had gotten themselves in trouble with the law. As such it was doubly important to keep his stepsister away from them and out of trouble. Together the two of them made their way back to the flat. Dennis, expecting Angie to be waiting where he left he was surprised when he was greeted by an empty room. He motioned Freyja to a chair and put the kettle on.

‘Angie,’ he called out, ‘where are you?’ Angie walked out of the bedroom. In the short span of time it had taken Dennis to persuade his stepsister to return to the flat, his girlfriend had removed her top and skirt and was now wearing a set of risky black lingerie that he was sure she hadn’t been wearing this morning when they’d gotten dressed. She paused when she saw Freyja, looking somewhat surprised.

‘Oh,’ she said, simply. Freyja looked the older woman over with something akin to disgust on her face. Dennis, unsure exactly what to do in this situation, froze up. His brain whirred desperately trying to come up with an appropriate response to this situation. After an awkward moment of silence, his churning brain only managed to churn out a single cohesive thought. He really did think Angie looked better in white. No, wrong, bad brain! He shook his head.

‘Angie, sweetie, what are you doing?’ Angie glanced from Freyja’s thunderstruck expression over to her boyfriend’s perplexed one.

‘I didn’t think she was coming back,’ she explained, ‘so I was going to help cheer you up!’ Her cheery expression made his stomach lurch. Was she seriously this clueless? Dennis laughed nervously.

‘Well there’s no need for that,’ he advised, ‘so if you could go and put your clothes back on…’ suddenly his body was moving on autopilot, moving to block his stepsister’s path as she headed towards the door. He spent the next few minutes consoling a flustered Freyja while Angie returned to the bedroom looking disappointed. Once some degree of normality had been restored the three of them enjoyed a drink together.

‘Seriously,’ Freyja complained, still a little flushed, ‘what on earth is wrong with you? Don’t you have a shred of pride as a woman?’ Angie giggled.

‘I don’t really know what that means,’ she replied with her usual cheer, ‘but I’m having fun so isn’t that the most important thing?’ Freyja seemed to struggle with this statement. Dennis somewhat understood her confusion. Angie’s submissive nature had frustrated a number of her classmates and work colleagues. They would always say that she should be a strong, independent woman and shouldn’t allow herself to be dominated by a man. But they didn’t seem to realise that it was in fact through her submission that she had surrendered the majority of her responsibilities to him, leaving her free to enjoy their relationship.

‘But life isn’t just about having fun,’ Freyja protested, ‘eventually you’ll need to grow up!’ Angie didn’t seem bothered by her aggression.

‘I work full time, I earn a fair salary,’ she replied, ‘and I spend that money having fun with my boyfriend! What’s that phrase, I work hard and I play hard?’ Dennis decided to head off this particular topic of conversation.

‘So then, Freyja,’ he cut in, ‘we didn’t know what you liked to eat so we bought a bunch of stuff. Angie’s actually a pretty decent cook so just let her know what you want for dinner,’ He met his girlfriend’s eyes and narrowed his eyes briefly. Her smile widened slightly and she nodded, understanding. Freyja seemed equally relieved to have something else to discuss.

‘I’m not really bothered, ‘she answered, ‘but I’d rather you didn’t call me that.’ Dennis blinked, a little confused.

‘Call you what?’ he asked. Freyja frowned.

‘I don’t like my name,’ she explained, ‘it sounds ridiculous. My friends all call me Becca.’ Dennis raised an eyebrow.

‘Really?’ he considered, ‘I didn’t hear anything about that from your mother.’ Angie also looked confused.

‘Becca,’ she repeated, ‘as in Rebecca? Isn’t the short version of that usually Becky?’ Freyja’s face coloured slightly.

‘Yeah,’ she said, ‘I always preferred Becca. I’m not sure exactly why.’ Dennis shared a glance with his girlfriend and then shrugged.

‘Sure, welcome to our home, Becca,’ he told her. Angie giggled.

‘Yup,’ she agreed, ‘we hope you can relax and enjoy yourself here!’ Freyja looked dubiously between the two of them, and then she sighed.

‘Thanks for having me, I guess,’ she muttered.

A couple of hours of awkward small talk later Dennis and Angie retired to their room to give their guest some time to herself. Dennis slumped down on the bed and sighed.

‘This is going to be more difficult that I thought,’ he complained, ‘at this rate I’d need to hypnotise her just to get her to let me hypnotise her!’ Angie joined him on the bed and wrapped her arms around him.

‘Now, now,’ she said, softly, ‘it’s only been a few hours. Let her warm up to us a little bit. We have plenty of time! More importantly…’ she was looking at him in that way again. He could already tell what she wanted. She was pressing herself against him now, laying one of her legs on top of his and rubbing against it. He would normally be happy to indulge her but…

‘Not now, Angie,’ he told her, sternly, ‘not while Freyja is here.’ She was kissing his neck now, her hand slipping under his shirt to rub his chest.

‘I know,’ she replied, breathily, ‘but I got myself all worked up earlier, now I’m super horny!’ Dennis sighed. He wondered how many other men had this problem. Most men would probably lynch him for voicing such an issue. Still there was always too much of a good thing. And Freyja had been very clear when she had said she wasn’t prepared to put up with their games. He wasn’t sure exactly why she was so sensitive about the issue. She was nineteen now so he assumed she had a boyfriend or at the very least had sex before. But he didn’t want to upset her, so his girlfriend would have to be patient. But patience wasn’t one of Angie’s strong points. She was nibbling on his ear now, trying to get him in mood. It was only at times like this when she could be so forceful.

‘Angie,’ he began but she pressed her lips against his, cutting off his protests. Dennis briefly wondered if anyone would take him seriously if he tried to tell them that his girlfriend forced herself on her. They’d probably laugh their heads off. Of course, it wouldn’t be so funny if the reverse was true. That was just another way in which she had an advantage over him. Now she had slipped her hand under his trousers and was rubbing his crotch through his pants. Treacherous as always his cock was already starting to respond to her attention. For a moment he considered letting her have her way, then he thought back to their previous conversation. His stepsister needed his help and he needed to be there for her. Placing his hands on Angie’s shoulders, he gently but firmly pushed her off him.

‘No,’ he said, forcefully, ‘we can’t. Not while she’s in the house.’ He had expected Angie to be upset by this, but she was still smiling.

‘We just have to keep the noise down, right?’ she offered. Dennis considered this. If Freyja couldn’t hear them there wouldn’t be a problem. His lower half certainly seemed to be enjoying this proposal. He sighed.

‘Fine,’ he conceded, ‘but if this blows up in our face…’

‘You’ll punish me?’ she teased him, ‘oh no! What fiendish machinations would I be subjected to! The horror!’ He nudged her playfully with his elbow.

‘Stop that,’ he commanded, though he couldn’t help but smile. She was exasperating sometimes, but he really did love her. Other, less secure women would likely object to their boyfriend bringing another woman into the house, especially someone like Freyja, pseudo family or not. But Angie believed in him completely and it was that belief that was the foundation of their entire relationship. It was also the only thing that would allow them to pull something like this off. He aimed his finger at her. Immediately her eyes focused on it as they always did. She had never once resisted his attempts to put her in trance. He’d done it once in the middle of a restaurant, just to see if she would let him and had found it incredibly amusing watching her eating her meal while in trance, woodenly scooping the food into her mouth without any recognition of what she was doing. She later complained that the money they’d spent on her meal had been wasted because she hadn’t been able to taste it. He’d made it up to her in the restaurant’s toilets afterwards by giving her something she enjoyed eating even more.

Now she was once again at his mercy as he held her close, gently rocking her head back and forth in order to deepen her trance. He didn’t normally bother to do this, but today he needed to make sure nothing was going to go wrong. He spent a few more minutes talking softly to her, reiterating how much she enjoyed being under his power like this and how good it felt to surrender all of her control to him. He could feel her reacting to his words as her breathing deepened. Where before she had been almost panting it was now much slower and even. He continued to hold her as she melted in his arms and considered simply leaving her like this. If he just had her sleep until dinner there wouldn’t be a problem. But she did the majority of the cooking and she’d still be horny when he woke her up, even more so if he hadn’t allowed her to get off. This was one of the things he didn’t understand. If she was aroused when he put her under, no amount of time would impact that, she’d still be horny when he woke her up. Even if she had an orgasm while in trance, which was itself a rather bizarre phenomenon to watch, it wouldn’t affect her mental state when awake and she’d still want more. So he’d made a habit of waking her up in time for her orgasm. But he couldn’t do that this time.

Instead he ran his fingers along her neck.

‘Angie,’ he told her, ‘from now until I say so you will not be able to utter a word or make a single noise. You will still be able to breathe normally but when it comes to making any sort of noise you find your throat locking up and preventing you from doing so. Understand?’ She nodded softly. When answering a direct question she’d normally say something to confirm his command. That she hadn’t he would take as an indication that his command was having an effect. Still he wasn’t entirely convinced that she would be able to maintain this so he moved over to the lockbox in their wardrobe where they kept the toys. He never really understood why she liked them, considering he could use hypnosis to replicate them without having to purchase the physical item. She had once explained that experiencing the real thing allowed her subconscious to better visualise it when she was in trance, thereby improving the experience. He didn’t mind buying them for her of course, but he always made sure to visit the adult shop on his own. The one and only time he had brought Angie in with him she had gotten far too excited.

He retrieved a ball gag from the box and had Angie put it on herself. He didn’t like using it, because it looked very uncomfortable, but if Angie wanted to get her rocks off this was the only way. He removed his girlfriend’s shirt and skirt, leaving her in her black lingerie. He wasn’t surprised that she hadn’t bothered to change out of it, especially if she had still been planning to jump him regardless of Freyja’s presence. He ran a finger in a line across her panties. Unsurprisingly she was already wet.

‘Hands behind your back, Angie,’ he commanded and she obliged silently, blank eyes staring up at the ceiling.

‘Now, in a moment you are going to wake up but you still won’t be able to make any noise,’ he told her, ‘at the same time you’ll find that your arms are tied behind your back and you can’t move them. They are locked in place, like lead. You won’t find it uncomfortable at all. Nod if you understand.’ She nodded, obediently. Dennis was satisfied. This was about as good as it was going to get.

‘Waking up after 3, 2, 1…’ he snapped his fingers for effect and life blinked back into his girlfriend’s eyes. She squirmed as she discovered that her arms were bound and likely attempted to make a noise. However, nothing came out of her mouth. Instead she stared up at him with wide eyes. It was at this point that he realised why he disliked gags so much. It was because with them on he couldn’t see his girlfriend’s smile. He loved that smile. Without it he couldn’t tell if she was happy with her current situation or not. Then again, there was another way to check. Ignoring her squirms he moved down and rubbed her crotch over her panties. She flinched at his touch and he could feel her getting even wetter. Clearly she was enjoying this. She started thrusting her hips upwards, trying to rub herself against his fingers. He could imagine exactly what she was saying. She’d be begging him to take her underwear and touch her directly. She was always very direct about what she wanted and wasn’t a big fan of teasing.

Despite knowing that, Dennis decided to continue teasing her, as a way of punishing her for pushing him into this situation. He started to press his fingers against her opening, the sodden fabric offering less and less resistance the wetter it got. She was shaking now, and he could imagine the desperation in her eyes. Not being able to speak must be driving her crazy right about now. It was originally about keeping their game out of earshot of their guest, but now he was actually getting into it. It was always good to change things round a bit, particularly when you were as sexually active as they were. Angie was now rubbing her butt against the bed. At first he wasn’t sure exactly what she was doing, then he realised she was trying to wriggle out of her underwear on her own. He chuckled.

‘You are really getting desperate, aren’t you?’ he asked her, looking up at her. She nodded furiously, pleading with him with her eyes. If she was this desperate and still hadn’t made a noise then he should be fine. He helped her peel her drenched panties off her body. Her pussy was so wet and so hot he was convinced he could see steam rising off of her. Her eager folds were already parting for him, her clit prominent and throbbing. He slipped a finger inside her and then a second. She rocked her body against his digits, soaking the bed sheets with her juices. It was a good thing they had so many spares. He started to thrust his fingers inside her, teasing her insides and searching for her most sensitive areas. It didn’t take him long to find them, he knew her body very well by this point. Just as he found the spot he was looking for he rubbed another finger over her clit. Almost immediately he felt her shudder, her body shaking as her orgasm rocked through her. Her tremors continued to last for a few minutes, but even then she hadn’t managed to utter a sound.

Knowing full well that Angie was rarely satisfied with a single orgasm Dennis continued to torment her until his wrist was starting to grow sore. Then he switched hands and carried on for a while longer. Once he was finished her entire body was drenched in sweat and a veritable flood of juices had soaked into the sheets. They’d really need to replace the mattress when they left this flat. He took a moment to catch his breath and then removed the gag from his girlfriend’s mouth.

‘You can now speak and move your arms, ‘he said. Immediately he regretted it as he watched her draw a deep breath. Fortunately, instead of the moan he had been expecting she let out a long and contented sigh, now laying spread-eagled on the bed.

‘I could get used to that,’ she muttered, ‘not being able to speak or move properly changes the whole experience!’ Dennis rubbed his wrists.

‘Well I’m glad you’re happy,’ he sighed. Having devoted himself single-mindedly to pleasing Angie he had been able to distract himself from his own raging boner. Now, however, it was clamouring for attention. Angie couldn’t help but notice as well.

‘Oh dear,’ she commented, ‘well we can’t have that! Let me give my big man a reward for all his hard work!’ Dennis was about to comment that it wasn’t really a reward when she enjoyed it just as much as she did when she threw herself at him, knocking him over. In a flash his dick was out of his trousers and in her mouth, it had happened so quickly it was like a magic trick. Five minutes and one orgasm later the two of them were lying next to each other on the bed thoroughly exhausted. In the end Dennis had been forced to clamp his hands around his own mouth to prevent him from being the one to make a noise and alert his stepsister as to their activities. Even then he doubted that Freyja was unaware of what had been going on, he simply hoped that she didn’t mind so long as she couldn’t actually hear it.

‘Did you notice?’ Angie asked him suddenly, ‘what Freyja said earlier…’ Dennis had been considering it as well. Now that she was bringing it up his earlier thoughts came rushing back.

‘Of course I noticed, ‘he replied,’ it’s a weird coincidence, don’t you think?’ Angie snuggled up closer to him.

‘Do you really think it’s a coincidence?’ she asked him, ‘it isn’t a common name, is it?’ He sighed.

‘No, it isn’t,’ he confirmed. He sat up and, with great effort, opened the top draw of his bedside desk. It didn’t take very long to find what he was looking for. He pulled out his old dog collar. To this day he couldn’t explain why he insisted on keeping it. It was years old and his pet was long dead. He hadn’t even been tempted to buy a new dog after he lost his old one; the pain had been too much. She had been a faithful pet and his closest companion. No, more than that, she had been as much a part of his family as anyone else and losing her had devastated him. Not even Angie had been able to console him when she died. Oddly enough it had been Freyja who had been the one to comfort him that day. It was perhaps the one time they had shared a precious moment. He still remembered crying into her shoulder after bottling the pain up for days. Was that the reason why he felt bad about not being there for her back then? She had moved away shortly after that and he hadn’t really seen her again until now. Still…

He read the nametag on the dog collar. ‘Becca,’ that had been his pet’s name. His trusty companion who had been with him almost as long as he could remember and who had died a few days before Theresa had left the house, taking her daughter with her. It was also the name that Freyja was going by now if she was to be believed. Was it a coincidence that she had picked that name in particular? He found it difficult to believe that. It wasn’t a usual name; Becky was a much more common one. Still, what could it mean? He voiced this last thought out loud. Angie shrugged.

‘Who knows,’ she replied, ‘it could mean anything or nothing. It could be a deep insight into the inner workings of Freyja’s mind. Or it could just be a freaky coincidence. Maybe the name stuck inside her head back then and she didn’t even realise why. Or perhaps it’s a reflection on her secret desire to be a dog. Who can say?’ Dennis chuckled.

‘You had me right up until that last one,’ he told her. Angie seemed serious.

‘But let’s be honest,’ she replied, ‘wouldn’t it be a great life? Eat sleep and play all day. No work, no taxes no in-laws. None of the awful stuff that we humans have to put up with, that sounds good to me.’ Dennis shook his head.

‘I don’t care what you say,’ he teased her; ‘I’m not turning you into a dog. You have to have ‘some’ responsibility after all!’ Angie’s eyes sparkled playfully.

‘But wouldn’t you enjoy that as well?’ she asked him. She drew her arms up close up to her chest and made her hands into paws, ‘you’d enjoy putting me on a leash and taking me for a walk, right? Woof!’ He pushed her gently

‘Cut that out,’ he admonished her with a smile, ‘the neighbours already think we are a couple of sex crazy perverts. I don’t want things to get worse.’ Her smile widened.

‘I’d say that we actually ‘are’ a couple of sex crazy perverts,’ she told him, ‘and don’t you even try to duck out of that one. If I’m going down with that ship I’m taking you with me, buster!’ He sighed.

‘Who even uses the word ‘buster’ anymore?’ he asked. She grinned.

‘Me, right then,’ she answered. Then her eyes grew serious. ‘But back on topic,’ she continued, ‘if we want to know more about Freyja we’ll have to try that method.’ Dennis considered this.

‘We still need to work out how to convince her to let us do it. If she doesn’t trust you then having you there won’t be much help…’ there was a long silence as the two thought things through. Angie was the one who broke the silence.

‘You know…’ she remarked, ‘now that I think about it, isn’t it rather screwed up that you keep your old pet’s dog collar in the same draw as the box of condoms?’ Dennis frowned.

‘Firstly, what the hell does that have to do with anything? Secondly, they have to be in the top draw because you can’t ever find them otherwise!’

‘Then why not move the collar?’ she offered.

‘To where?’ he countered, ‘stick them in with my socks? Or maybe my boxers? We don’t have the luxury of an exclusive ‘memorabilia’ draw!’ She nodded at this.

‘I suppose you’re right,’ she agreed. There was another period of silence. Then she said:

‘Maybe we should put that on our list of things to do when we get ourselves a house. I’ve got a few things I could put in a memorabilia draw. Like my very first vibrator!’ Dennis groaned:

‘Just shut up, you silly bint,’ he groaned. Angie adopted a look of mock horror.

‘Dennis, how could you!’ she exclaimed, before grinning again, ‘and who uses the word ‘bint’ nowadays?’ He grinned.

‘Me, right then,’ he answered; ‘now you’d better get started with dinner. We have a delicate young madam to feed today and we’d better make an effort if we ever want a chance at making any progress with her.’ She climbed up off the bed and then saluted.

‘Sir, yes sir!’ she exclaimed, ‘Operation ‘Crack the Tough Nut’ is away!’ she looked down at her sweaty, juicy body, ‘but first a quick shower.’ She headed for the bathroom. She did so while still in her underwear. Dennis heard a yelp from the living room and Freyja’s angry voice. Then he sighed. This was most certainly not going to be easy. But he was determined. Family, it always came back to that. He was convinced that Freyja was a part of his family, regardless of how she felt about it. He was also equally determined to be part of her family. Even if he had to cheat a little bit to get there. He just hoped he didn’t accidently push through a door that should have remained closed.