The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Terry woke with a start. He couldn’t quite remember what he’d been dreaming about but it had clearly been a nightmare as his heart was beating a mile a minute and he felt covered in sweat. He reached up and rubbed his temple, having just woken up and yet already having a head ache. He’d almost swear he had a hang over but of course that was impossible, he hadn’t had a drink since he met Debra… Terry shuddered. For some reason thinking Debra’s name caused him bizarre mix of shame and uneasiness. He’d never felt that way before, her name has always brought him comfort and yet it felt like some how last night things had changed… come to think of it, what had he done yesterday that had left him in this shape, Terry couldn’t for the life of him remember. He remembered Debra arriving, they shared a great day together, they exchanged gifts and then… it kind of blurred out from there. This really wasn’t like him, he usually had a rather impressive memory, especially when it came to recalling things related to Debra… the shudder returned. Terry began to feel sick to his stomach, he didn’t know what he’d done but he felt certain it was something horrible, and worse still, it seemed to have involved Debra. He quickly threw off his sheets and made for his phone, he had to call Debra and find out what had transpired last night. The phone rang for what seemed like an eternity before he was finally greeted with Debra’s sweet, if a bit exhausted sounding, voice.

“Eh… who is it? I’m kind of…ooooh…. busy right now…” came the awkward reply. Terry didn’t know what to make of it or the grunting he seemed to hear in the background but he needed to know what had transpired last night.

“Hey Debra this is Terry, I know this might sound a bit silly but my memory of what happened last night isn’t very good… did something… happen?” There was a pause for a moment, then the sound of more grunting and moaning, then finally a reply.

“Oh I see, you’re angry I left this …unnnn…. morning with out saying good bye. Sorry but… ahhhh… a girl’s got needs and if she … ooooh yessss…. waits around after every dish she’ll never …. Mmmmm…. be full,” came the even more perplexing response followed by, “I’m sorry but I’ve rrrrreallly gotta go.” A click and all Terry was let with was the dial tone, a hang over, a fuzzy memory, and more questions then he could have answered if he was of sound mind.

Robert couldn’t believe his luck. Hell he could hardly believe his own memory that what had just taken place had in fact taken place. Since nearly the first day of class that semester he couldn’t take his eyes off Debra. Although she always dressed rather conservatively it was clear she had an impressive figure. He’d missed out on many a valuable lecture material do to checking her out, and walked into his share of walls from following her after class. And oh how he lived for those days when her pants fell just a little too low and he got a glimpse of her panties. Was he a pervert, perhaps, but he didn’t much care. Unfortunately it seemed Debra had caught him checking her out on more then a couple occasions and upon asking her out it became clear she did care. She’d been polite at first but Robert was not so easily turned down, when he wanted something he kept going after it until he got it. Things soon turned sour and even more so as he continued to harass her even after she made it clear she now had a boyfriend. The day she’d actually pepper sprayed him when he’d followed her to her car still burned painfully in his memory. And yet despite it all Robert hadn’t stopped obsessing over her. Still, obsessed or not, with the semester over and neither her number (though he’d given her his on numerous occasions) nor her address to track her down Robert had pretty much accepted defeat. The best he could hope for was to get lucky and share classes again however their class they had shared had been an elective and not part of his major so it was rather unlikely of even that occurring.

With that in mind, perhaps you can understand Roberts surprise when the morning after Christmas he was woken up to Debra’s voice on the phone. Oh and not just her voice, in a deep throaty tone she had said, “Hello… Robert was it? I… want you… BAD! I always got the impression you wanted to bang me, well right now baby wants to, no needs to be banged!” she then left her address and hung up with a polite good bye in the goody-goody fashion he’d come to expect from her. It’s reasonable that anybody would be suspicious after a call like that, it could have been a prank, possibly a dare, or maybe it was a trap and she had a bunch of policeman there waiting to arrest him for harassing him. From a common sense stand point Robert should have just ignored the call and went back to bed. But Robert was a guy, when it came to the chance to have sex with a woman, and especially one he’d lusted after for months, common sense was barely an after thought. Hell it was amazing he’d even remembered to throw on some pants before he’d sprinted out of his dorm room, ran to his car, and sped to the location Debra had claimed was her apartment.

Robert didn’t get second thoughts until he found himself ringing the buzzer to be let up. As he sat there waiting his fate all the gruesome possibilities of what this really was began to hit him. He weighed it over in his head several times until finally the door opened and there stood Debra wearing a bright red extremely low cut top that did a far better job of lifting and separating then concealing, one of her nipples appeared to be on the verge of busting out for all the world to see. Her extremely mini mini-skirt, also bright red had been equally useless beyond being eye candy and revealed what appeared to be a neon pink thong underneath. Robert had been dumb struck, seeing his reaction Debra did a little twirl giving him a full view then said, “You like?” The most Robert could muster was a head nod, he wasn’t even sure if he had successfully managed that.

Whether he answered or not Debra hadn’t seem to care, she grabbed Robert by the hand and pulled him up toward her room. As they scaled the stairs she had explained to him, “Now let’s get this straight, I don’t like you, I think you’re a perverted slime ball. I don’t now nor ever wish to be your girlfriend. However I need sex constantly and everyone else I thought would give me some either didn’t answer their phone or made up some lame excuse about having work or it being too early. I would have gone out looking but then I saw your number and figured you’d give me what I need. But keep in mind this sex means nothing, unless you want to have sex I don’t to see your face around here you got that!”

Robert was even more at a loss for words. This was like one of his fantasies come true. All he’d ever really wanted from her was sex to begin with and now the once seemingly conservative good girl had not only revealed she was secretly a nymphomaniac, but had basically given him an invitation to have sex with her whenever he wanted! He nearly exploded in his pants before they reached her bed room. He managed to control himself however, looking around her apartment to try to calm himself down. The place looked as he’d imagined, extremely neat, nothing fancy, a picture of some sort of religious thing on the wall but other then that it was about as plain and proper as she’d always acted in class. However as they entered her room he quickly found his lower region swell again, on the dresser were all assortment of slutty outfits in a pile, most still seemed to have tags attached. On what appeared to be a little reading table next to her bed were a pile of various adult magazines, one of them was folded over featuring a really slutty looking girl with an article entitled “What it means to be a complete slut”. If Robert didn’t know better he’d have sworn that Debra had only just recently become a nymphomaniac and what’s more was researching on how to be a better slut. One last thing caught Robert’s eye as Debra, practically foaming at the mouth slapped it off to the side of her bed causing it to hit the back corner and spray a little of its contents onto the pillow. Some weird perfume he figured, in any case he’d made it to the bed, it was time to make his dreams come true.

Debra threw him to the bed, his face hitting the pillow causing him to get a face full of the rather intense perfume. “I’m gonna blow your mind baby,” Robert sneered finally ready to make his move.

“I really don’t care,” said Debra slipping out of her mini and panties, “I just want sex, now stick that thing in me and lets get this over with.”

Robert looked down at his penis which had popped out of his boxers the moment he’d pulled his pants down. That thing, what a cruel way to refer to his beloved member. His member may not have been all that long at 5 inches but he was very proud of it. Actually as he looked at it he couldn’t help but be fascinated by it, it was in many ways perfect. He reached out and stroked it ever so gently and shuddered in pleasure. Yes his tool wasn’t just some thing, it was amazing. Infact he couldn’t take his eyes off it, he was in a bed room with the women he’d lusted after standing before him naked literally throwing herself at him, but all he could think about was how amazing his dick was. He continued to stroke it and once again waves of pleasure washed over him. He was so lost in his fascination he didn’t even hear the rather loud and angry complaints of the women in front of him. Then a thought occurred to him that hadn’t before, could he suck his own dick? His thought was interrupted however when his member was roughly grabbed obscuring it from his view.

“What is wrong with you!? Stop looking at your self and get to work, or is this one of those deals where I’m gonna be expected to do everything?” said Debra. Robert felt a wave of despair wash over him. He had to see him member again, with out it life was pointless.

“If I have sex with you will you let me look at my dick again?” asked Robert meekly. Debra was clearly completely taken aback by this request. She’d known this little weasel was perverted but she never realized just how messed up in the head he really was. Still it’d been hours since she last had sex, she needed to have sex constantly, and being a complete slut she was willing to suck up her pride and do anyone to get it, even some one as mentally disturbed as this guy seemed to be.

“Sure, you do me, and let me do you whenever I call you and I’ll let you look at yourself as much as you please, heck whenever your not spending your nights screwing me, take your thing out on dates, just give me what I need,” she responded. Robert’s face had lit up clearly OK with this compromise and they proceeded to screw the morning away, interrupted only briefly buy a weird phone call.

Now Robert found himself sitting in a jail cell, Debra had kicked him out immediately after their sex and he’d been taken in by a cop for indecent exposure as he had just continued to stare at his member outside her apartment, ignoring all else. Robert couldn’t figure out what had been wrong with him, why the hell he’d been so interested in his cock, but this he did know, there was a sexy nympho waiting for him when he got out who he’d go to give her sex whenever she asked, whether he was hanging with friends, eating, or even taking a final exam, if she called, he would do her. He also knew he needed to find a good restraunt to take his dick out to later that night.

Leslie nearly fainted on the spot as her long time best friend greeted her at the door. They had planned to spend the day after Christmas together, hanging out. Debra had told her she was planning to dump her boyfriend on Christmas day, an extremely hard thing to do on any day let alone that day, so Leslie had figured she’d find Debra a bit distraught, but distraught didn’t describe the appearance of the Debra in front of her. As much as she was loathe to think it of a friend, the word that immediately came to her mind was “whore”. Debra seemed to notice her friend’s reaction and her face quickly became bright red as Leslie had long become accustomed to seeing when Debra was extremely embarrassed.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry Leslie, I’ve been really busy all morning, I completely forgot we were supposed to hang out today. Could you wait in the kitchen, I obviously need to get changed,” said Debra opening the door for Leslie then running up to her room. Leslie couldn’t help but wonder what her friend had been busy with that would entail dressing like that but she had the whole day to crack this rather scandalous little puzzle. Leslie waited in the kitchen for what seemed like an eternity before finally Debra’s head popped out her room, still bright red and looking extremely guilty.

“Leslie… please… you’ve gotta help me. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I mean I can’t help but dress like this, I don’t want to dress like this but I know I’ve gotta dress like this but I mean this is how a person like me dresses anyway so it makes sense but at the same time I don’t know how I became like this so it doesn’t make sense.. and …and… its only been like 30 minutes since I got some but I need some more, I need it constantly, its never enough…” rambled Debra in tears.

“Debra, please calm down, you’re not making any sense? Please just come out here and calmly explain to me what’s going on,” asked Leslie, suddenly quite frightened for her friend.

“I… I … I can’t… I’m too embarrassed, lately its like I have no morals but at the same time it doesn’t keep me from still being completely humiliated…” cried Debra who then pulled her head out of the door, slammed it, and went to weep on her bed.

Leslie had never seen her friend like this before. If anything she had always been the emotional one, Debra had been that emotional rock, that shoulder that you could always lean on. But now the once strong women was in complete misery about something and Leslie didn’t even know what was wrong let alone how to console her. Still she had to do something. She slowly pushed up the door to Debra’s bed room and walked inside. Debra was under the covers of her bed, her head buried in her pillow, still crying, she turned up to look at Leslie, her heavy makeup completely smeared down her face. Leslie took a seat at the foot of the bed and tried to think what Debra would tell her at a time like this.

“Is this something to do with Terry? Breaking up can be a really hard thing to do, no matter which side of the break up your on, trust me I’ve been there,” said Leslie trying to take a stab at what the problem might be.

Debra seemed to be about to say something then stopped and thought for a few seconds then said, “You know what, your right, this all started because of Terry. But what went wrong, what happened that night that caused this…” Debra seemed to go back into thought again for a moment. Not knowing what to say Leslie just continued to sit there doing her best to smile. She wondered if a hug would be appropriate but with her being in bed it still didn’t seem like the right time.

Then Debra’s eyes landed on her perfume bottle and her eyes lit up. It made sense, well more sense then anything else anyway, she had started acting strangely after smelling the perfume, and then Robert earlier had acted strange after he had gotten a wiff of it as well. She didn’t know what the perfume really was but it seemed to cause people to lose their senses and become completely obsessed with what they saw aftward. And then another thought occurred to Debra, a dark evil thought, the type we all have if only for an instant before our decency and morals shoot them down. But Debra’s morals had been lost, the thought didn’t go away, it just continued to sound better and better. Debra needed sex so badly, she needed it constantly, even now with her friend who she loved so dearly all she could think about was getting into her pants. With out morals there was no right and wrong anymore, just feelings, just needs. And right now her desire to mate was over whelming all else.

“I’m sorry about that Leslie, I really am, I don’t know what was wrong with me,” said Debra trying to look as if she had recovered though her red cheeks betrayed her. Leslie however was so relieved to see any improvement she didn’t take notice.

“Oh thank goodness, you really had me worried their Debra,” said Leslie pretty much diving off the bed and giving Debra a big hug. “I don’t know what happened, but I don’t care, you’ll always be my best friend, I’ll always be there for you no matter what.”

It should be noted that although Debra had been “trained” to act with out morals, she did still feel guilt, and that guilt was hitting her pretty hard as they embraced… but not hard enough.

“Thank you, I really do appreciate it,” said Debra finally pulling away then grabbing her perfume bottle and spraying Leslie in the face.

“Augh, what’d you do that for, and what is this stuff, some pretty foul perfume if you ask me,” said Leslie rubbing her eyes, once she had finally cleared them however she was completely shocked and disgusted by what she saw. Debra had stood up in the bed and pulled up the short skirt, and whether she had not been wearing panties, or had simply taken them off as well, Leslie was looking directly at Debra’s pussy. Leslies initial reaction was to pull back in revolusion, she didn’t know what this sick joke Debra was pulling, but she wasn’t finding it amusing at all. Her fiancé Jim had been trying to convince her to find other women attractive for years but she just couldn’t help but find other females disgusting to her and the female private parts in particular. But then something changed, it wasn’t so much that she found it attractive, but there was something about Debra’s pussy that was extremely fascinating to her. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was, but the more she looked at it the more entrancing it became. Before she knew what she was doing she found herself rubbing her face against it. Suddenly a wave of resolve hit her, she pulled away and give her self a slap to the face.

“What on earth is going on Deb!? What did you spray me with, why did you show me your private area and most importantly why… why can’t I stop staring at it…” asked Leslie trying to fight the effects of the perfume as best she could, repeatedly slapping herself only to find her eyes drawn back to the forbidden treasure once more. Debra was in tears, the guilt and humiliation were eating away at her… but she was soooo horny and couldn’t see anything morally wrong with what was happening, she had to put her other feelings aside or this wouldn’t be any fun for either of them. So it was with that in mind that she flopped her skirt back down and said,

“If you wanna see more we’re gonna have to lay down a few rules.” Leslie seemed confused but at the same time it was clear the loss of the pussy she now worshipped from her view had stricken her of any fight she had left, she just nodded in defeat. “I can barely remember how it happened, I certainly wish it hadn’t happened, but I’ve become a complete slut. What’s more I’ve become addicted to sex, I need it constantly. It doesn’t matter who it’s from or their gender, I just need it. I’m sick of humiliating myself with strangers and people I hate, so from now on if you want to see my pussy again you’re going to become my personal sex slave. Your life will revolve around keeping me sexually satisfied. You’re never to hurt me, or think negatively of me, and I want you to take great pleasure from keeping me sexually satisfied. This should be your dream job, there’s nothing else you could possibly want more. Is that understood?” asked Debra. Leslie nodded with out even really thinking about what she was agreeing too, all she wanted right then was to see that beautiful pussy again it truly was so magnificent, she only wished her own was half as amazing. Debra lifted up her skirt again, happy to oblige her friend…