The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

Cantor, Ohio Summer 2015

“I wish I had some company,” Junko “June” Tokuda said with a sigh.

It was easy to see why she made such a wish. She was very lonely. She had been like this ever since the death of her husband Kato. He had died from a coronary while the two were on vacation. Yes, her friends and what was left of her family had come to comfort her as best they could and Kato’s life insurance had made sure she had enough money to live comfortably. However, such things could never replace Kato and how he had loved and cared for her throughout the years. Both were the children of Japanese immigrants and had met at a party hosted by the Japanese-American Cultural Association. They had hit it off immediately and had married each other young. They’d had raised three lovely children—Kita, Judy and Yoshida—together. All three had reached adulthood and had respectable careers and two of them (Kita and Judy) had children of their own. June was 58 years old and worked as a secretary and transcriptionist for a succesful cleaning company. She had spent most of her 20s and 30s being a homemaker and took the job once the kids had grown up. While alive, Kato had a job as a lawyer at a corporate law firm that specialized in intellectual property.

It was a nice sunny Saturday afternoon, but it was pouring rain in June’s heart. You see, today was the first anniversary of Kato’s death making it particularly hard. She wished she had a new mate to share her life with.

Then there was a knock at the door. “I’ll be there in a minute,” she responded. She slowly rose from her seat, ambled to the door, and opened it. “Matt!” she exclaimed acknowledging her neighbour. “How good to see you. What brings you here?”

“Well, Mrs. Tokuda,” Matt said. “I know it’s the first anniversary of your husband’s death, so I thought you needed some cheering up.”

“How thoughtful,” June said smiling a little. “You’re right. I could use some cheering up or at least a shoulder to cry on.”

In fact, every sad woman might want to cry on Matt Spooner’s shoulder. His body was amazing. He was built like an Adonis or a similar Greek or Roman God. He was 29 years old, Caucasian with hairy, but sturdy legs, dark blue eyes, a remarkable smile and a completely bald head that would not be out of place in an army barracks. He was wearing a grey shirt, beige shorts, and New Balance sneakers. His arms were strong and muscular. He was carrying a duffle bag.

Needless to say, June looked quite different. Her age was starting to show with, noticeable wrinkles, crow’s feet, and sagging breasts. However, when you considered her age, she looked pretty decent. She had a short black bob haircut that framed her ornate Asian features. She had pretty black slanted eyes, a nice. thin, smile, and a pretty little mouth. She was wearing a cute white sundress that had a dark purple floral-print design. She was wearing comfortable white carpet slippers. She had aged like a fine wine (at least Matt thought so).

Indeed, she and Matt had a long (fortunately) pleasant, history. She had routinely babysat him when he was a child and he had become close friends with one of her sons (Yoshida). Both June and Matt considered the other a friend.

“I know you might be feeling down,” Matt said.”So I,—well really my mom,—made you these. “ He took out a Tupperware container and handed it to June. She opened the lid. Her eyes lit up. It was Mrs. Jane Spooner’s (Matt’s Mom) classic dark chocolate brownies. They were so good that eating them could make any day a little bit better. Brad took out a cake knife to cut the brownies in the container and gave one to June.

“Thank you so much,” June said. She took a bite and her smile grew much wider. “Mmm, these are good,” June complimented.

“I also have a little surprise for you that I know will make you happy.”

“Really?” June said curiously. “That’s very kind of you. What is it?”

“This,” he said, taking an item from the bag and placing it on her coffee table. June saw a small device. Actually it was a metronome. It had an elegant wooden-brown exterior. The metronome itself was a brilliant gold.

“That’s a metronome,”June responded. “I don’t mean to be rude, but how is this supposed to help me cope with my husband’s death?”

“Well,” Matt explained. “In addition to being helpful when learning an instrument, a metronome can help a person relax. Look and listen.”

Matt flipped a switch and lightly tugged the metronome. A few seconds later, it began to swing back and forth, emitting an audible tick as it did so. Just look, listen, and relax, Mrs. Tokuda. “Look, listen, and relax. All you need to do is look at the metronome and listen to its tick. You just need to look, listen, and relax. Get into the rhythm. Look, listen, and relax. Put everything else out of your mind except the metronome. “Look, listen, and relax. Just look, listen and relax. I am going to count from five to zero. When I reach zero you will be completely relaxed and enter a trance. Do you understand?”

“Yes...,” she said dreamily, clearly focused on the ticking metronome.”

“Five, four, three two, one...zero,”

At these words, June’s eyes shut and her head slumped forward. She was in a trance just like Matt had said. “Mrs. Tokuda,” Brad intoned. “Can you hear me?”

“Yes.”

“How does the metronome make you feel?”

“Relaxed, nice, and comfortable...”

“Because I own the metronome that relaxed you, I am the one who made you comfortable, right?”

“Yes.”

“Indeed. To remain this comfortable you must do as I command you.”

“To remain...comfortable...must do as you command...”

“It’s good to hear that. Now, Mrs. Tokuda, I am going to help you get over your husband’s deaths for good. Just listen carefully and obey....”

2.

My, it had been a great afternoon (and early evening). Matt had offered to treat June to a day of amusement. This involved going to the local fair, where he won her a stuffed toy (a cute little monkey). They had seen a show, watched a violinist play elegant classical music, and had dinner at a swanky restaurant (among other things). She enjoyed it so much that she said Matt could address her as June from now on. The two were back at her place. The sun would set in an hour.

“Thank you so much for the lovely afternoon, Matt.” June said.

“It was my pleasure,” he said with a smile. “In fact, I do have one final surprise for you”

“What would that be?” June asked.

“Look, listen and relax June,” Matt uttered.

At these words, June fell back into her trance; eyes closed and slumped on her couch. Matt smiled happy that the trigger worked. You see, Matt had completed extensive training in both acoustic engineering (and hypnotism, for he had minored in psychology). He had just been hired by an engineering firm). Using what he had learned from both disciplines, he had found a way to induce a deep hypnotic trance in someone and control their mind. He had to test it out on someone. Since he was coming to see June anyway (and had always found her cute), she seemed like the ideal target.

To be fair, his motives were not completely selfish. He felt that June was—understandably having trouble getting over the death of her husband. She was regularly depressed. So he thought he would cure that depression permanently through hypnosis. He just had a really odd way of doing it.

“June,” Matt commanded. “Take off all your clothes. As you do, you will find me more and more handsome. When you are naked you will be completely in love with me and want to act out that love. Do you understand?”

“Hai Matsui,”June said. Matt smiled; he had programmed June to say “Yes Master” in Japanese whenever he gave her a command. He watched approvingly as she began to disrobe. She stepped out of her sandals and put them to the side. She lifted up the straps of her dress, and pulled it down. This revealed a dark bra and underwear. Though it took some effort, she unhooked and then removed the bra and slid down her underwear. Her clothes made a colourful pool on the floor. She did indeed, have a nice body (especially considering her age). She had large breasts that had pointed nipples that sagged a great deal. Of course, to Matt, that only made her more attractive. Her pubic hair was clean-shaven and respectable.

Matt was naked himself by now too. He was just as good-looking naked as he was clothed. His hairy, muscular chest was on full display along with his pubic hair and impressive (and erect) penis. He had June lead him to the bedroom. He sat on the bed where June—and before his death Kato—slept. June was breathing huskily, clearly looking forward to the intercourse they were going to have.

“June,” Matt commanded. “When I clap my hands, we will make love. As you are making love to me the impact of your husband’s death on you will diminish. When we orgasm you will no longer be in despair (though, of course you will always miss him a little). You will be able to date again and will tell me about your future romantic encounters. Do you understand?”

“Hai Matsui,”June said, as she jumped on the bed and into Matt’s arms. He kissed her gently. She responded in kind. Then they kissed more passionately. Matt began to softly caress her hair eliciting murmurs of approval. He continued for a few seconds and then moved to her breasts. He took one in each hand and squeezed them. June yelped in pain, startling Matt. It seems he had hurt her so he moved from her breasts to her legs and caressed them. They were wrinkly, yet soft and fun to touch. Then he tickled her feet. She giggled girlishly. Matt loved that sound. Then he began the main event.

“June you are now going to get on top of me so we can make love. With every thrust you will become happier and your husband’s death will have less of a hold on you. When you orgasm you will finally get the strength to properly move on. Understood?”

“Hai Matsui,” June affirmed. She situated herself of Matt’s penis and began to ride it back and forth. She got herself into a gentle and comfortable rhythm. June groaned in pleasure as she kept riding Matt (Matt was enjoying himself too). Their arousal was building with each thrust until they were about to climax. A few seconds later they did resulting in a perfect, delightful orgasm. Matt smiled as he readied for another round of lovemaking.

3.

It had been two weeks since Matt’s special visit to June’s home. He was walking down the street and saw June. This time, however, she wasn’t alone, but with a skinny middle-aged Asian man.

“June, it’s so good to see you!” Matt beamed. “Who’s your friend?”

“Actually,” June explained. “This is Koki. We’re on a date. I realized that it was time for me to start dating again and that while I will always miss Kato, I need to move on and see what’s out there. I think he would approve. We’re going to the movies.”

“I’m happy for you,” Matt said genuinely. “It’s nice to meet you, Koki.”

“Likewise,” Koki said, greeting him with a bow. “I think the movie will start soon. We’ll have to hurry, if we want to make it to the theatre on time.”

“Don’t let me keep you,” Matt said. “I hope you enjoy the show.”

“Thank you,” June said, as they walked away.

Once they were out of sight Matt grinned mischievously. He was glad that June was out and about. He genuinely hoped the two would enjoy the movie. However, how good it might be, it paled in comparison to the private show June and Matt had a fortnight ago. Even though only he remembered the show fully. In his own way, he had done a good deed and had been a good neighbour. Sometimes a good deed really was its own reward.