The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

At a busy intersection, a bus had just closed its doors. Immediately after, a woman pounded on them. Inside, the bus driver glanced at the woman, pondering as if he would leave her waiting. After deciding she had suffered enough, he opened the door and let her in. Breathing heavily, the woman stepped into the bus, stepping lightly in her flats.

“Thanks...for letting...me on...” she tiredly swiped her bus card and walked towards the back of the bus. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t make this bus, she thought, today’s meeting is too important to miss. She was still a junior in the finance company she worked for, so she couldn’t afford to make mistakes. She chided herself and vowed not to be late next time.

She patted down her business suit, a modest blue number, and took a seat in the back of the bus. She didn’t normally like sitting in the back, but all the other seats were taken and she’d rather sit in the back than stand. Sitting down, she pulled out her compact and checked her face and hair. She checked her shoulder length black hair, and fixed a few that were out of place. As she checked her lightly but expertly applied makeup, the person sitting next to her spoke up.

“Don’t worry, you look great.” The woman looked over to the adjacent seat and saw an older man in his 60’s, with a somewhat creepy smile on his face.

She flashed a half smile and turned away, hoping to ignore the strange old man. The old man hoped otherwise, “what’s your name, missy?”

Before she could think about it, she answered, “Anna.” Why did I talk to him? Great, so much for ignoring him. I hope he’s not some creeper.

“Y’know,” the old man started up, “I think all women secretly like when people stare at them.”

What the hell is this man talking about? Anna wondered.

“I think, well for instance, what size are your boobies? I’d say about a C cup?”

Anna was disgusted and attempted to stand up and leave, but the old man countered, “ah ah. Stay calm, it’s alright, we’re just talking. Now how big?”

“36C,” she answered. She knew she should be freaking out right now, but she just couldn’t muster the feeling. Instead she was relaxed, and indeed she felt that even though she shouldn’t talk to this man, it was somehow alright.

The man continued, “Not bad. You know, you’re a woman; you should take advantage of it. No one will mind.”

What’s this old man talking about?

“Why don’t you undo that button on your shirt? Go on, don’t worry,” the old man said, motioning at her.

She looked at him strangely for a moment, but then found herself undoing the top button of her striped shirt under her suit jacket.

“Keep going...that’s it. One more, there you go. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Anna sat with the top 3 buttons of her shirt opened down to her breasts. The creepy man smiled at her, “aren’t you embarrassed? I can see your bra.”

Omigod what am I doing?? Anna blushed quickly covered her shirt, but didn’t button it back.

“Why are you covering it up? Sure you’re embarrassed, but I bet it makes you feel a little hot too, doesn’t it?”

Anna put her hands down, and felt a little flushed.

“Women love it when men can get a peek at their bra. You’re just giving them a little show—a bright spot in their day. No harm done. It’s not like you don’t get anything out of it. I know it makes you a little horny doesn’t it? When you can see a guy staring, you secretly enjoy it, even though you’re embarrassed.”

“S-so what,” Anna defended, as she thought about her bra showing, “it doesn’t hurt anybody, and I like it.” Besides, showing a little skin will probably get me a promotion; my boss is a man after all.

The old man slapped his leg, “that’s the spirit! Well, I’m looking straight at your boobs, and your bra is still exposed. It must be driving you crazy right now.”

Anna shifted in her seat, feeling extremely embarrassed as she looked away from him. This old man is disgusting, but he has a point. If he doesn’t stop, I’m going to get too horny!

“Don’t worry about that, just enjoy it,” the perverted old man used a finger to turn Anna’s head back toward him. “Look at me. Feel your embarrassment. Feel your horniness. Knowing you’re exposing yourself in front of all these people, you can’t hold it in any longer.”

Anna’s breathing was a little ragged and her skin began to form a sheen as she started to sweat. The old man pressed, “You’ve got to do it, right here. You need to get yourself off. Masturbate.”

Anna’s hand began to slide towards the bottom of her skirt, and as she began to pull it up she questioned herself, what am I doing? Oh god, people are looking, I can’t do this! I have to get out of here...

“Calm down missy, no one’s going to notice you, I promise,” the old man reassured her as he indeed made sure no one would cause a scene. She’d do that without his help soon enough. “Go on, masturbate. Feel the pleasure of showing some skin. It’s only so little, but it makes you so wet. You just have to fuck yourself. Do it!”

He almost seethed at her, and she immediately hiked up her skirt, sticking her fingers around her panties and up her pussy. She was feeling so embarrassed about doing herself on the bus, but the thought of exposing herself made her so uncontrollably horny. Besides, he did say no one will notice. I just have to be quick.

As she slipped her fingers in and out of herself, her breasts bounced, and her shirt opened outward, exposing her cleavage fully. Sweat had formed on them from her horniness, and she began working herself faster and faster. She couldn’t keep herself entirely quiet as she approached climax.

“Nnnn! Ahhnnn! Ahhh!”

Right as she reached full climax, the old man allowed everyone to notice them again.

“AHHHhh!!” Anna belted out her yell and everyone in the bus stared at her. She immediately pulled her hand out, eyes going wide as the bus pulled to a stop. She was still breathing heavily, and tried her best to calmly and quickly leave the bus. The old man chuckled as she left the bus, beet red.

As the doors closed, the old man spoke to himself, “until tomorrow, cutie!”

Anna had to walk an extra 4 blocks, as she had gotten off 2 stops too early. She frowned at herself, trying not to think about her wet panties, as she hurried to work for her meeting. She looked down at her breasts, making sure she was showing just the right amount of cleavage, it’s important I make a good impression!

Anna walked onto the bus. She had made sure to catch it on time today, after yesterday’s debacle. She had made it to work ten minutes late, and was sternly talked to for being late to such an important meeting afterwards by her boss. In the end, though, it worked out; she had gotten more looks than before, and she was enjoying the attention. Anna made her way to a seat in the back of the bus once again, as it was one of the only ones open. She wore no suit jacket today, and she blushed as she caught people staring at her bra, which was easy as only the bottom two buttons of her shirt were done up. Please don’t be back there today, please don’t be back there... She hoped that the old man wasn’t on the bus today. Yesterday was really strange, and she wasn’t in the mood for creeps today—not that she ever was.

A great feeling of relief came over her as she sat on the inner seat of an empty pair, no old man to be seen. Unfortunately it didn’t last long, as one stop later the old man had got onto the bus, and placed himself in the seat adjacent to her. She thought about moving, but he didn’t let her act it out, “hey, no need to move. There’s nowhere else to sit. Besides, I missed you missy,” the creepy man said, grinning.

I guess he’s got a point. It’s a long ride, and there’s no other seats. Anna reasoned with herself, thinking that maybe the man wouldn’t be such a wierdo this time. She doubted it though, as she glanced over at him to catch him staring at her exposed cleavage. She was a little embarrassed, but made no move to cover herself.

“No jacket today, eh,” the old man said, still staring. “I guess it’s more comfortable that way. More people can see your bra you know.”

Anna blushed as she looked anywhere but at his face. She couldn’t help but listen as he continued, “I know what you really like though. It’s not people staring at your bra, but your boobs. It’s not bras that guys like, after all. What really excites you isn’t the thought of people seeing your underwear, but people seeing what’s underneath. Imagining them staring at your naked tits makes you horny, doesn’t it?”

He really knows me, Anna said as she started getting horny again, guys staring at my boobs really does get me going. It’s soooo embarrassing but I can’t help it! I must be some kind of freak. At least I’m safe with my bra on. I can only show so much cleavage at work before it becomes a problem.

The old man smiled, “you know what would make it even more exciting for you? No underwear. Right now you feel safe, don’t you? Even if they peek, it’s just a bra. But if you went without it, the stakes are higher. They catch a peek, and that’s all you. I bet that really gets you wet. It’s not enough anymore to let people see your underwear.”

It was before, but I need more. She began breathing heavily as she reached for her bra.Without this...without this it would be so much hotter.

“Take it off,” the old man said.

“N-no,” she resisted, but left her hand touching her bra.

“Take it off, and give it to me. You can be discreet. It’s ok sweety, you’ll feel so much better afterwards,” he grinned a crooked smile.

Before she knew what she was doing, she was taking her bra off underneath her shirt. She was breathing heavily and beginning to sweat, as she tried her best to be discreet about it. She finally had it off, and the feel of her nipples against her shirt was starting to drive her crazy. I guess it’s ok, she reasoned, as long as no one sees my nipples I won’t be in trouble. In fact maybe this might work out better. She handed the bra to the man, and buttoned up a couple of her shirt buttons, but still showing a fair amount of cleavage.

“That’s good,” he said taking the bra from her and placing it in his coat pocket, “now the panties.”

The lust was getting to her, and she didn’t even think twice about it. I’ll show this creepy old man. Maybe I can give him a heart attack. She leaned over while pulling her panties down, causing her shirt to open, and leaving one of her nipples in plain view for him. Getting back up, she had the panties in her hand and met the eyes of the man across her row, staring at her with large eyes as she held the wet blue panties in her fingers. The sight of being caught caused her a spike of horniness, and she breathed in sharply, giving a little smile afterwards with her lips parted open. The stranger was embarrassed and quickly turned away, doing his best to ignore her. She dropped the panties in the old man’s lap, giving a smirk of success.

The old man pocketed them as well, “I bet now that you know what it feels like, you can never wear underwear again?”

Anna was still horny, and responded, “I never knew it felt this good! It makes everything feel so dangerous; I can’t help but feel a little hot.” She breathed in heavily, flapping her shirt a little to let in some cool air and giving anyone looking a clear view of her hard nipples.

“It makes it even better when people leer at you doesn’t it?” Before she could respond, the old man finished, “it looks like this is your stop, you’d better get off here. I’ll see you later cutie, ahehehe.”

“Oh shoot, thanks,” Anna said, quickly getting up and leaving. As she did, the old man copped a quick feel of her ass, causing her to gasp a little, and she sped up and walked off the bus. Only then did she notice that the old man tricked her. She had gotten off at the same place she had the day before. Stupid old man, not only is he a pervert but a jerk too. Hmph. At least its more time to see if people will peek at me.

Anna smiled as she undid a button on her shirt, leaving her cleavage exposed enough for anyone who wants to see to get an easy view. She began to walk to work, as people stared at her breasts and some at her skirt, which had a visible dark spot from her juices.

Anna awoke with a start. She was sweating, nervous from bad dreams that night. What’s wrong with me? I have to be careful today, I don’t want to get fired because of something stupid like yesterday happening again. She had gotten in trouble at work for not wearing a bra, and her boss had to send her home early. God, who would have guessed he was such a prude. She caught him staring multiple times while he berated her, and she couldn’t help but feel horny because of it. It made her mad that she would feel that way when her boss is chewing her out; what was she, some kind of slut? That wouldn’t be the case today.

She got out of bed, ignoring that she slept in the nude, and went to get ready. It was much earlier than normal, but she figured she could get a head start and make up for yesterday, and as a bonus maybe she wouldn’t see that stupid old man today.

She looked over her outfit in the mirror, good. At least in this my private parts will stay private. She wore a loose, draping top that was cut high enough not to show any cleavage, and a mid-thigh length skirt to go with it. Of course she elected not to wear any lingerie, no sense in not enjoying myself a little, she reasoned to herself. She’d just be a bit more careful of how much skin she showed.

Now on the bus Anna couldn’t believe what was happening. The old man was back, and she had sat right next to him! She was really worried he was stalking her now, and she wanted to just get on a different bus, but the old man had said something to her and she sat calmly next to him instead.

The old man wasted no time, “ooh, no more open tops, eh? Going for more of a surprise element?”

She had no idea what he was talking about but didn’t want any of it, “shut up, please. I really don’t want to talk right now.”

“Distracted, eh? Thinking about something?”

She felt compelled to answer, “I just can’t get in trouble at work today, okay? I...I was showing too much skin. I don’t know what came over me,” she felt embarrassed telling this man.

“You’re just a little stressed out, missy. You need to relax. Why don’t you sit back a bit?”

She figured it was sound advice. As she leaned back a little, she put one leg over the other.

“That’s it, a little more.”

She moved a little more and stopped, no, I can’t go anymore. If I do, someone might see under my skirt! Not wearing any underwear, she was fairly against that.

“If no one can see, there’s no game for you. It’s the only way to enjoy yourself. Go on, lean back a little more. The man across from us wants to look this way.”

“N-no. I don’t want anyone to see me naked! It’s going to give me trouble.”

“Just relax. That only happened because you were doing it wrong. You have to make a game of it. See how much you can show before someone notices. Go on, shift up your leg a little.”

She complied, moving her leg slightly and giving the man across a perfect view of her pussy. “Nnnh~!” She couldn’t help but grunt a little as she began to get horny at the thought of exposing herself. What if someone sees? Oh god, it’s making me so hot, but I need to stop.

“Why stop,” the old man countered her thoughts, “it’s not hurting anyone is it? You both get a little something out of it, and if anything you’re just spreading the love a bit.”

I guess if I’m careful it’s alright. In fact, he’s getting a free show, he can’t complain, she found her reasoning changing as she hiked up her skirt a little more.

“Look, see? He doesn’t even notice. Why don’t you flash him a little? It’s hot exposing yourself like that isn’t it? Go on, no harm done.”

Hm, let’s see how close to the edge I can take it. Anna lifted her top up for a brief moment and placed it back down quickly, breathing in sharply as she couldn’t believe what she just did. Oh my god, what a rush! That made me so fucking horny!

“I can’t believe this man,” her creepy, old seat neighbor stated, “he STILL hasn’t noticed you. You should try harder. Can you imagine what a rush it is?”

She was already imagining, and the lust was overtaking her. “I’m gonna do it,” she whispered to no one in particular. Uncrossing her legs, she spread them wide and lifted her top over her boobs and shook them. At that moment the man across from her noticed her and stared agape.

“Ooh!” Anna squeaked, her mouth forming an ‘O’ as she had a small orgasm from exposing herself. She felt extremely embarrassed, but couldn’t leave, and her ‘O’ turned into a forced smile as she tried to calm down, her face sweating and beet red. Oh shit, oh shit, that was too amazing! I’m gonna have to try that at work. Fuck my boss, this is too hot!

The man quickly looked away during this, pretending to check his phone. Anna quickly put down her top and closed her legs, and the old man was smiling.

“I think you’ve got a new hobby, missy. Well, if your current job doesn’t last, you know what they say—the best jobs are also your hobbies.”

She didn’t hear what the old man said, still feeling the rush of embarrassment, and he suddenly stood up.

“Here’s my stop. I’ll see you again one day. You enjoy yourself now. Well, I know you will.” As the old man left the bus, he said aloud, “see, my theory was right. All women love exposing themselves. You just needed to realize it.”

Finally collecting herself, she noticed he left. God what a creepster, she thought, I hope I don’t see him again, he’s always talking about perverted things. She leaned back, and started spreading her legs slowly, as her breathing became heavy again.

EPILOGUE

Anna was in high spirits. Leaving her job months ago was the best thing to happen to her. Well, not so much ‘leaving’ as ‘getting fired’. It didn’t take long for her to try flashing people in one of her meetings, and when she was caught she was instantly let go. She was saddened, but not for long. Anna realized she was free now, and her newfound love for exposing herself became the center of her life.

She left from the strip club at 3am, as her shift was over. She got dirty looks from the other girls as she got dressed, but she didn’t mind. She walked out, putting on her clear plastic trenchcoat over her fishnet body stocking she wore, and thought about what a perfect job stripping was for her. She was very popular with customers, as she was pretty hot, and she often got way into her routine, often coming to orgasm from the embarrassment and exposure with so many people staring at her.

Walking down the street, she ducked into an alleyway after thinking she saw a cop. She had gotten into trouble with the law lately for public exposure, and she didn’t care to let it happen right now; as hot as it was to flash cops she didn’t like the fines. It was mostly due to her outfit, but she rarely wore anything less revealing; it made her too hot and she figured why feel any less horny when she could feel this way most of the time.

Oh shit, not again. she looked down and saw she was leaking from her nipples again. She reached in her coat and wiped off a little, careful not to flick her nipple ring. She shivered, and licked the milk off. She wasn’t sure when it started happening, but whenever she was horny for an extended period her nipples started leaking milk. The thought of it made her even hornier though, and it often happened that her pussy began leaking too, and she was left a hot, wet mess.

I better get home fast, I hate letting my juices get cold against the air. She rushed home, thinking that she had to also change for her webcam stream tonight. She had started it some time ago and it became quite lucrative. It turned out people really liked watching her orgasm as she stripped naked, and she had scheduled to do it a few nights a week, thanks to a helpful friend who she only had to have sex with occasionally. She rushed home eagerly, not noticing the creepy old man she passed, smiling at her.