The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Catherine raised a hand to her mouth to stifle a yawn. She really was incredibly tired, it had been a long and busy day, and she just wanted to go home and rest. She tried to look over at the clock again, but exhaustion was clouding her vision, blurring the face so that she couldn’t make it out. She was blinking more than normal as well and felt the effort of opening her lids each time they closed. The pleasant aroma of the candle was washing over her, and her lower body had already melted into her chair, so much so that she could barely even feel it. Something was wrong, what was happening?

‘You alright, doc?’ her client asked, waving his finger in front of her face. Immediately her tired eyes focused on it. For some reason it was the only thing in the room she could see clearly. She tried to muster up the energy to answer him. It was a struggle.

‘Yes…’ she managed eventually, ‘I’m fine…’ His voice when he replied was soft and warm.

‘That’s good,’ he said, ‘but you really do look tired. That’s fine though, you can relax as much as you want. I only need to talk, after all. So it’s fine if all you do is listen. Just focus here, let everything else go and let my words wash over you. You don’t have to take every word in, just knowing you are listening makes me feel better. Okay? Try taking a deep breath.’ She did so. In and then out. She did it again. In and then out. The rest of the office was fading away, only the finger before her vision was visible. It was the only thing that was important. That and the voice. She couldn’t make out what he was saying, but right now she didn’t need to. It made her feel so good, so warm and relaxed. Then the finger came forward, and her eyes crossed as she tried to keep it in sight. She didn’t even feel it as it touched her forehead, but at this point, she could barely feel anything…

‘That’s good,’ she heard his voice somewhere in the darkness, ‘you just relax and leave the thinking to me for a while. Now then… where was I?’

Regardless of Dennis’ wishes or intentions, discovering the core issue behind his stepsister’s surly and unwelcoming personality was not something he would be able to do easily. The greatest obstacle to his ambitions was of course, life itself. The end of Sunday saw the return of the grind of a typical work week. Both Dennis and Angie worked throughout the week, leaving early in the morning and returning in the evening. Fortunately, neither of them worked particularly late shifts, but as per most people, after a day at work they didn’t tend to feel like doing much else. Of course, Freyja was busy as well, every morning Dennis would head out for work to find her leaving at roughly the same time. On Monday he had sought to use it as an excuse to engage in conversation, but she had stoutly refused to humour him. Besides, the corridor on the way to work likely wasn’t the best place for the sort of conversation he wanted to have with her.

As such it was that two full days went by without Dennis making any progress with his stepsister at all. He had tried to reassure himself by thinking that all he needed to do was wait until the weekend, where he would have plenty of time. But there was no guarantee she wouldn’t be busy on those days as well. Besides, getting to the core of the problem would likely take more than one or two ‘sessions,’ so he really needed to start as soon as possible. Angie wasn’t helping matters either. They had thus far kept their promise to Freyja and had managed to go through both Monday and Tuesday without any problems. Of course, Angie had still helped herself to her typical breakfast of his morning load, but other than that they had behaved. As a result, she was visibly frustrated, and her flirtations and attentions had increased. In the evenings after work she would hang around him like a needy puppy, anxious for affection. Though he didn’t normally mind this, Dennis could tell that it made Freyja uncomfortable and approaching her became all the more difficult.

Fortunately for him, Wednesday would prove to be an opportunity. This was one of the two days where Angie would be heading off to her evening job, thus getting her out of his hair for the later part of the evening. Why Angie chose to work at a bar Wednesday and Friday evening he had never been sure. It wasn’t as though they needed the money, they both worked full time and could handle their bills. They also only had one car, as Dennis had been fortunate to find a flat within jogging distance of the leisure centre where he worked. So he couldn’t understand why his girlfriend would add another four to six hour shift on top of her already busy day two days a week. Perhaps it was a way of tiring herself out to deal with her own heightened libido or perhaps she was seeking to get something out of it. Either way it would be useful for him, even if he most days he would miss her company.

Angie seemed to realise this herself, for she approached the topic on her own that evening while she was getting ready.

‘It’ll just be the two of you this evening,’ she commented, ‘perhaps you should consider making your move.’ He glanced over at her where she was reapplying her makeup. Unlike her more formal day job, Angie’s dress code for the bar was decidedly more casual. In fact, she had long discovered that dressing and acting more provocatively earned her more tips. Perhaps that was why she liked the job; did she still think she needed to be better at seducing him? He didn’t really understand, if that was the case.

‘You act as though I’m going to ask her out,’ he replied, with a trace of exasperation. The last two days of Freyja’s grumpy nonattention had taken their toll and he wasn’t in the best of moods. Despite being home by the time he got home both days, Freyja had thus far barely spoken to either of them, seeming content to play with her phone or watch television. Angie giggled as she applied the finishing touches.

‘Perhaps you are, in a manner of speaking,’ she told him, then she turned around and posed for him. ‘How do I look?’ she asked, winking at him coquettishly. Dennis looked her up and down. Short skirt, low cut top, braids and a red ribbon in her hair.

‘Like a high school girl working part time at a cheap brothel,’ he answered, brutally. She adopted a look of mock outrage:

‘How dare you!’ she proclaimed, though her eyes still twinkled with humour, ‘I’ll have you know that there are lots of people at the bar who go for that ‘innocent only on the surface’ impression. What would you say if some other man started hitting on me?’ Dennis leant back on the bed, not allowing himself to be distracted by her. He really didn’t think that ‘sexy’ came naturally to Angie. He of course found her sexy, but that was because he loved her. He wasn’t sure how the rest of his gender would think when they looked at her. Probably they would think that she was a young girl trying too hard to appear as a ‘grown up’

‘Just remember,’ he told her, ‘make sure he uses a rubber and if you learn anything new be sure to bring it back.’ This was one of their running jokes. Most men would likely be worried by a girlfriend with an unusually high sexual proclivity and a tendency to head out in the evenings, only coming back in the early hours of the morning. Not Dennis, though. He trusted his girlfriend implicitly, to the point where he wouldn’t even be upset if she did surrender to her baser desires and had sex with another man every now and then. He knew that she enjoyed the act more than he did and as a woman her stamina for it was higher than his. Any relationship that she did have out of his sight would most certainly only be physical. And if it made her feel better then she’d be more willing to make him happy in turn. As far as he was concerned it was a win-win. Besides, no man would ever be able to satisfy her like he could.

‘Wow,’ Angie retorted, ‘would it kill you to act the jealous boyfriend just a little? You know it turns me on when you act all controlling.’ She was at it again, trying to egg him on. Next she’d start touching him, trying to get him excited. Better to nip this in the bud before it started to bloom.

‘All the more reason not to do it right now,’ he said, ‘Freyja is in the other room and you need to get to work.’ Angie sighed.

‘I know, I know…’ she relented, ‘but I actually have a smaller shift today. I don’t need to leave for another hour.’

‘The answer is still no,’ he told her. He didn’t have the energy nor was he in the mood for any kind of play today. His lessons today had been especially hands on, and when he wasn’t in the pool, showing his students the strokes, he had been on his feet watching them and preparing to jump in if things went wrong. He was essentially a lifeguard without any of the tedium that came with the job. She seemed to sense this, for she slinked over to him.

‘Tough day?’ she asked him. He shrugged. He was hardly going to complain to her when she was about to go out to her part time job after already doing a full day’s work. He felt before he saw her dexterous hands start to work on his arm. He was about to reproach her when he realised that this was different. This wasn’t her usual seductive teasing but her other area of expertise.

‘I’ll help you relax,’ she offered, ‘it’ll let you focus on what you need to do.’ Of course, Angie’s skilful and nimble hands didn’t just serve to get him off. She had in fact spent much time and effort studying and practicing massage therapy. It certainly had surprised him, after witnessing her getting a first in physiotherapy, one of the most competitive fields available, only to go in a completely different direction after graduating. He had done the same thing, of course, but his degree in psychology hadn’t proven itself to be nearly as useful, something he really should have realised before he picked it. Still, Angie had decided instead of a medical field to study massage therapy and aromatherapy for reasons that even he wasn’t sure of. Still the result was that she gave great massages and he could never refuse whenever she offered.

‘Sure,’ he consented, ‘if you don’t mind.’ He shrugged off his shirt and rolled onto his front. He still felt bad about allowing her to do this, considering she had work soon, but if she was offering then it didn’t seem appropriate to say no. He heard her moving around and the sound of her striking a match. Then a pleasant smell started to wash over him. Of course, it was one of her stupid candles. He never understood why she needed them. Sure the smell was nice and relaxing, but he was confident that just the feelings of her hands would do the job.

‘I’ll do it without the oils today,’ she told him, rubbing her hands together to make sure they were warm enough.

‘That’s good,’ he replied, ‘it’s such a pain to clean up after you use them.’ She didn’t reply immediately, or at least not with her mouth. Instead her well-practiced hands started to get to work on his shoulders and whatever sass he had left instantly started to melt away as she began to expertly rub the tension out of his muscles. It was always the case that he never noticed how much the stress built up in his body until he felt her push it out of him, and it became so easy to relax after she loosened him up. It was an entirely different kind of pleasure to the more extreme and baser enjoyment that he got out of their lovemaking. This was much softer, like a fluffy blanket of relaxation that wrapped around him, allowing him to melt into a puddle of peace and serenity. He allowed the delicate smell of the candle to wash over him, dulling the rest of his senses until all he could feel were the warm sensations of his girlfriend’s hands and fingers as they tracked down and eliminated tension in his body that hadn’t even noticed until now.

He wasn’t sure how long he drifted in a blissful haze of relaxation, all he knew was that it was an experience he didn’t want to end any time soon. Of course, it did end too soon and he felt himself roused from the depths of relaxation by the front door closing. It took him several more moments to shake some energy into his body dispelling the last vestiges of that wonderful feeling. Then, once he was back in a state of full awareness he sat up. His body felt light and supple, as though he was suddenly years younger. He also felt very much refreshed and possessed a clarity of thought that he was sure he hadn’t possessed before. With that clarity came a strong determination. He was going to do it. Freyja was part of his family. He needed family, it was the most important thing to him. It was probably just as important to her. That was why he would whatever it took to convince her to open up to him. And if he needed to hypnotise her to convince her to do that, then he would do it.

With these thoughts swimming around in his head Dennis pulled his shirt back on and moved into the next room. Freyja was watching some sort of awful reality television show. They had gotten into the routine of changing her sofa bed back and forth so as to get the most usability out of both functions. And by ‘they’ of course it was Dennis that was responsible for pulling the bed in the evening and putting it back in the mornings.

‘Was that Angie?’ he asked as he walked in. Freyja fixed him with her typical moody glare.

‘Of course,’ she chastised, ‘weren’t you paying attention at all? What were the two of you even doing in there?’ Dennis flexed his arms, rolling his shoulders in order to regain full momentum in his muscles. He couldn’t help but notice her gaze following him as he did so, perhaps the first time in a while he had her full attention.

‘Angie gave me a massage,’ he explained, ‘my job can be rather physical, so it helps to loosen me up. The problem is she’s too good at it, she tends to knock me out like a light whenever she does it.’ Freyja seemed satisfied by this explanation, though her expression didn’t change much.

‘So that’s what that was,’ she continued, ‘I thought I heard moaning, so I assumed you were doing something filthy.’ Dennis couldn’t help by raise an eyebrow at her. Her aversion to sexual activity was bizarre, bordering on obsessive. Had she some sort of traumatic experience? Did someone force themselves on her? Was that why she disliked the topic so much?

‘Don’t worry,’ he assured her, sinking down next to her, ‘I’ll keep my promise. Nothing like that, not while you are our guest here.’ She frowned at that, perhaps realising that she was being unreasonable.

‘Well you don’t have to go cold turkey,’ she relented, ‘just try to keep the noise down. I don’t want to be kept up at night by the sounds, that’s all.’

‘Duly noted,’ he replied, ‘so then, Freyja, what have you been getting up to while we’ve been at work? Visiting your friends?’ He had chosen the name deliberately of course. And as he had hoped it had the desired response.

‘Becca,’ she corrected him, ‘I thought I asked you to call me Becca.’ He couldn’t help but grin, moving closer to her on the sofa.

‘Ah yes,’ he said, trying to act as though he’d only just remembered, ‘you did say that, didn’t you? Still, that’s quite the odd name for you to pick, isn’t it? I mean most nicknames have something in common with a person’s actual name. How did you come to refer to yourself as Becca?’ She seemed to consider his question.

‘In all honesty,’ she answered, ‘I can’t quite remember myself. I just remember liking the name. Then again, anything’s better than ‘Freyja!’

‘How come?’ he asked, ‘Freyja’s a nice name. And it actually means something, unlike most names.’ She shook her head.

‘No,’ she retorted, ‘all names have a meaning, if you bother to look. I just find it obnoxious to be named after a Goddess of beauty. For a start I’m not religious, and what if she’d picked that name for me and I’d turned out to be really unattractive?’ Dennis raised an eyebrow at that. Wait, was that the reason she didn’t like her name? Seriously?

‘I don’t think you have to worry about that,’ he told her, ‘you’ve grown into a beautiful young woman.’ She scowled at him.

‘You think so?’ she asked, ‘I’m not really sure how much that means, coming from you.’ He met her gaze. There was a challenge in her eyes, but beyond her rebellious nature he could sense something else.

‘It means a lot,’ he assured her, ‘just because we are family, doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate you as a woman.’ She smiled at that.

‘I think that’s ‘exactly’ what that means!’ she rebuked him, ‘I mean you wouldn’t say that to a real flesh and blood sister, would you?’ Her smile vanished as soon as it arrived and she looked away from him.

‘Family,’ she said, softly, ‘we aren’t really family, are we? Were we ever really a family?’ Dennis opened his mouth to insist that they were, but it would taste a lie in his mouth if he uttered the words. In truth the problem was they hadn’t been a family, not really. And it wasn’t just the two of them she was referring to, but her mother and his father as well. They hadn’t been a family, not even when things had been good between their parents.

‘Perhaps not,’ he admitted, ‘but that doesn’t mean we can’t be a family now.’ She shook her head bitterly.

‘Don’t be stupid,’ she said, ‘in a few weeks our parents will be divorced and that will be it. Whatever connection we all had will be severed, just like that.’ He watched her hopeless, lost expression and realisation hit him. Of course, that was the answer. He’d been spending so much time with Angie, who was very direct about her wants and needs, that he had forgotten how most people acted. Why was Freyja always busy during the day but always seemed to be home in time for when he and his girlfriend got back? Why had she not wanted to stay until he had made a big deal out of it? It was simple. She just wanted to know that he cared. She hadn’t wanted him to want her here out of some sort of obligation, she had wanted him to ‘want’ her to be here. She had wanted to make a connection with him, but had been too awkward, or perhaps too scared, to do it herself.

In a single decisive movement Dennis swept Freyja up into his arms. He felt her stiffen with the shock as he held her close to him.

‘What? Hey, stop that!’ she protested. Dennis stroked the back of her head, speaking to her gently.

‘Shhhh,’ he hushed her, ‘it’s okay. It doesn’t matter what our parents do. I want you to stay as part of my family, and I’m sure you want family as well. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you before. It’s something I’ll always regret. But I can make up for that now, if you’ll let me.’ He felt her loosen up as he spoke to her, her shock slowly ebbing away. Then he felt her rest her head on his shoulder.

‘That’s not fair,’ she muttered, softly, ‘you can’t just say something like that out of the blue, things like this are supposed to happen slowly, over time. It feels like you’re cheating somehow…’ He smiled as he felt her melting into his arms, her own arms moving up to embrace him. He felt the warmth of her body in his.

‘Sorry,’ he told her, ‘I don’t watch as much television as you do. I’m a pretty straightforward kind of person.’ He was still stroking the back of her head, rocking her gently, like he was comforting a traumatised child.

‘That’s so stupid,’ she sniffed, ‘you can’t say things like that and expect everything to be fine. Life isn’t that simple!’ He felt a dampness start to spread on his shoulder. By taking her by surprise the floodgates had opened before she had the time to prepare herself. All he could do at this point was continue to comfort her.

‘It’s simple enough,’ he replied. He still didn’t really know much about her, he didn’t know why she was hurting or why she had gone down the wrong path. But she definitely was hurting, and right now the most important thing was to prove that he was there for her. She gripped his shirt as she held onto him, almost desperately. Was she worried he’d suddenly let go and she’d be alone again? Regardless he continued to talk softly to her until she calmed down.

‘You know I’m not a child any more,’ she rebuked him softly, once she had calmed down somewhat. He lessened his grip, allowing her to pull back. Then he wiped away the last vestiges of her tears from her eyes.

‘You could have fooled me,’ he teased her, ‘if you just wanted attention you should have said something.’ She frowned again.

‘You wanted me to say something while that nympho was hanging around?’ she asked him, ‘she clings to you so much of the time you might as well be wearing her as a coat!’ Dennis chuckled.

‘Yeah, she’s pretty much like that all the time,’ he admitted, ‘but that doesn’t mean we don’t have time for you as well. Angie doesn’t have much of a family either, so it would be nice if you could get along.’ Freyja didn’t seem convinced by that, but she shook her head.

‘I’m not so uncouth as to try and get between boyfriend and girlfriend,’ she said, ‘but I guess it might be nice to do something together. It’s just… I don’t know… Seeing her gets me all worked up, I can’t really explain why.’ The opportunity presented itself so suddenly that it was almost as though the entire conversation had led up to this point.

‘Really?’ he asked, innocently, ‘you aren’t really sure? In which case there’s something we could try out that might help you sort out your feelings. It should also help you relax and feel better? You want to give it a go?’ She looked confused as she regarded him.

‘You aren’t talking about something sketchy are you?’ she challenged him. He met her gaze and stared into her eyes, trying to show her his sincerity.

‘I know it might be a difficult thing to ask for,’ he told her, ‘but I want to help you, and I want you to be happy. So I’m going to need you to trust me. Can you do that?’ She met his gaze and nodded.

‘Sure,’ she relented, ‘if you feel so strongly about it then I guess it wouldn’t hurt. Besides,’ she smiled lightly, ‘what’s the worst that could happen, right?’

Dennis smiled as he slowly removed his finger. His so called ‘therapist’ was now slumped in her chair, eyes firmly closed as she breathed deeply and evenly. She wasn’t quite deep enough for his satisfaction, but the hardest part was already done. All he had to do now was not screw it up. Although he had to say he really was surprised that the good doctor had been so easy to hypnotise, particularly as someone who was aware of the practice, even if she didn’t believe in it’s power. It was almost as if this hadn’t been the first time. He sighed.

‘You can come in now,’ he said, trying to keep his voice low enough not to disturb Dr Bates. The door to the office opened slowly and Angie stuck her head through. She grinned at him and gave him the diver’s sign, asking if everything was alright. He applied in the affirmative, so she pushed the door open further and stepped into the room.

‘That’s right,’ Dennis said, returning to his soft coaxing voice, ‘just relax. You can just let my words wash over you. It isn’t important what I’m saying. Not yet, anyway, just find yourself drifting.’ Angie sat herself down next to him, wrapping one of his arms up in hers.

‘Looks like it worked,’ she whispered into his ear, ‘she looks pretty deep already.’ He nodded.

‘It was surprisingly easy,’ he answered her, ‘do you know anything about that?’ She rubbed herself up against him, no doubt the situation was getting her excited. Though of course, Angie was almost always excited, she didn’t really need a reason.

‘You want to know?’ she asked him, ‘alright. I don’t mind telling you. It’s also really hot, in case you were wondering. It all started a few months ago…’