The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The woman at the counter looked up from her magazine when she heard me push through the front door. “Afternoon,” she said with a smile. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

She wasn’t what I was expecting. Given the infamy of the local pawn shop and its reputation amongst my peers, I had anticipated an old hag surrounded by a mess of broken knick-knacks and garbage. What I got was a woman who, while past her prime, was clearly once very beautiful with a collection of vintage memorabilia.

The more I thought about it, the less surprised I was. The pawn shop on main was an institution in this town and had been here as long as I could remember. That wouldn’t be possible if it didn’t have a steady stream of customers.

As the shopkeeper looked back down at her magazine, I remembered what I had come here to do. I approached the counter and hoisted my backpack and tote onto the counter. “How much will you give me for this?” I began pulling out some of my old belongings, an old game console, a couple dusty records from bands I no longer cared for, and a horrendous neon sign of a chesty barmaid with two pints in each hand.

The woman sorted through it, tallying up the value in her mind as she worked. I couldn’t help but be drawn in by her cleavage as I watched. “fifty bucks?” she finally asked.

I weighed the offer. I had been hoping to get double that, but I wasn’t really in a position to argue. I needed the money and I wasn’t going to be using that stuff anymore. Still, I could probably get more if I tried to sell it all online.

The woman sensed my hesitation and reached below the counter, pulling out a simple silver ring with a tiny inlaid blue stone. It was old; scratches lined the band and the gem was slightly chipped. “I’ll throw this in too.”

I shot her a funny look and explained, “sorry, I’m not really into jewellery.”

With her best sales pitch, she said “Hold on now, before you say no, there are things you should know about this ring. It’s special. It’s magic.”

I tried not to be rude, but I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. This must have been what people were talking about when they said that the woman who owned the shop was crazy.

“I’m serious,” she continued. “if you give that ring to someone, they’ll do anything, feel anything, think anything you tell them to.” She held the ring up to my face so I could get a better look. The gem sparkled under the fluorescent lighting. “put it on,” she said with a commanding tone.

I absentmindedly reached out to grab the ring and slid my finger through it. It felt like… a ring. It was heavier than I expected since the band was thin and well worn, but it was still just a ring. “Ooooooh, I’m under your control”, I said mockingly.

Looking at me, unimpressed, she commanded “turn around on the spot three times, then tie your shoe”. She obviously was unwell and, frankly, I just wanted to get away from her. It seemed like she wouldn’t let me leave until I agreed to take the ring, so, in order to appease her, I awkwardly turned around on the spot then looked down at my feet. She was right, my shoelace was untied. I don’t know when it happened but, naturally, I didn’t want to leave it like that. Without another thought, I bent down and re-tied it.

“So, do we have a deal? All your stuff here for the ring?” She asked.

I thought about it some more, though I was expecting money in return the ring wasn’t nothing. Magic or not, I’m sure it’d be easier to find someone to sell it to than the junk I came in with.

“You won’t be able to get a better deal for this stuff anywhere else. Take the deal.”

She was right, what I had was essentially worthless. “Okay, fine,” I reluctantly agreed.

“Good. Come, help me take your stuff to the back.”

I didn’t mind helping the woman out. She was old and dainty, manual labour was no job for her. I picked up my old belongings off the counter and, staring at her ass as she led me, followed her through the store to the back. I sorted my stuff into bins before, once again, following her back out to the floor.

“Was there anything else I can help you with?” She asked.

I shook my head and packed my tote into my backpack; I had done what I had came here to do and gotten rid of my old stuff.

“Alright then, get out and take the ring off.”

Once the door slammed shut behind me I pulled the ring off my finger, placed it in my pocket, and headed home. As I walked, I replayed the last few minutes in my head. “There’s no way she was telling the truth”, I thought to myself. “It’s not magic. If it were, why would you ever give it away to anyone?

Still, regardless of how odd the interaction was, I was intrigued. On the off chance she was telling the truth, I had won some sort of cosmic jackpot. It was too much of an opportunity to waste by not being at least a little optimistic. After all, I did do everything she said.

When I got home, I began to search online for anything I could find on the ring. I looked for hours but found nothing. Surely if the woman were telling the truth and something like this existed there would be stories about it. Anything. A magic, mind-controlling ring is the kind of shit religions are built on. The night quickly slipped away from me as I lost track of time while I searched.

I jolted up in my chair. The sun was already firmly in the sky. I must have fallen asleep at my computer. I reached for my phone to check the time; it was just past noon. “Shit”, I thought, “I’m so late.” Shoving all my neglected homework into my bag, I ran to school.

By the time I got there, I was just in time for last period. Navigating through the empty halls I made my way to my classroom. As I walked in and took my seat at the back corner of the room, everyone looked up at me and laughed to themselves before returning to their work. My teacher, Ms. Wilson, approached me.

“You’re late.” She said. “Here’s your test. You have until the end of the period to complete it.” As Ms. Wilson walked back to her desk, I couldn’t help but stare at her ass. She was young, mid-twenties maybe. She was a little stricter than you’d first suspect, considering her age and size. I didn’t blame her though, she had to be strict; at the beginning of the year nobody took her seriously, being her first year of teaching and all. The class, me included, often felt like she was just another student. She was nice enough though, so long as you respected that she was in charge. I liked her. In fact, I think all the boys in school did.

As she sat back down, I too collapsed in my seat. I wasted so much time searching for information about that fucking ring I forgot to study. Without even flipping through the pages I knew my fate. Still, I reached into my bag and pulled out my pencil. Time flew by as I stared down at the page. I was fucked.

Eventually, the bell rang and students around me packed their things. They handed in their tests as they walked out the door single file. I slowly made my way to the front of the room. Ms. Wilson looked up as I approached her desk.

With my eyes to the floor, I asked, “can I talk to you quickly Ms. Wilson?”

“Sure,” she responded, “what’s up?”

“Uh, well…” I stammered along, unsure of what I was even trying to say. I shoved my fidgety hands in my pocket. My fingers met with the cool metal of the ring. In the stress of the test, I had completely forgotten about it. It was technically the reason I was in this mess, maybe it can get me out of it. “As we’re getting close to the end of the year”, the bullshit began to spew from my mouth, “I wanted to say that I really appreciated all you did for me this year, y’know, as a teacher and everything. I got you something to say thanks.” I pulled the ring out of my pocket and stretched my hand out.

She looked unimpressed. “Nice try. I was watching you during class. I don’t think I saw your pencil touch the paper once. Don’t think that I’ll go easy on you or give you special treatment because you’re trying to bribe me with some jewellery,” she said.

“It’s not like that at all and I don’t expect any special treatment” I replied. “I just saw this, thought of you, and wanted you to have it. Go ahead, try it on.” Ms. Wilson grabbed the ring from my hand and slid it on her finger.

“Thanks”, she said, “It’s really nice of you. Now, do you have a question for me, maybe about the test you just bombed?”

She didn’t seem to be acting any different. I had to think of some way to test if it worked or if that woman from yesterday was as crazy as she seemed. “No, I understand the material fine, Annie, I just wanted to give you the ring”. I braced for the impending verbal assault for calling her by her first name.

She sweetly replied, “Awwww, that’s so nice of you, thanks. If you’re sure you don’t have any questions, I do have an appointment right after work I have to get to.” Ms. Wilson picked up the rest of her things and began to move towards the door.

I still wasn’t sure if it worked. Normally she would berate me for not calling her Ms. Wilson, but I did just give her a gift. Maybe she just let it slide this one time. I had to think of another way. “Actually, Annie, can I see my test again, I just wanted to double check something.” She reached into her bag and pulled the first one off the top and handed it to me.There’s no way she would have let me get away with it twice and give me back my test, something was up. “Sorry, this isn’t my test, just hand me the stack of them so I can look through it and find mine.” Without missing a beat, she pulled out the stack of tests and handed them to me. “Holy shit!” I thought, “it was working! It had to be!”

I started to get more brazen with my requests. “Sit back in your chair” I commanded. She walked back and took her seat as instructed. I instinctively took a seat on the desk to try and hide my growing cock. I began looking through the tests and pulled out my pencil. My eyes darted back and forth between her and the tests as I began to scribble down the answers.

With a blank look on her face, Annie asked me plainly “Are you almost done?”

It was surreal. This is the kind of stuff that would only happen in movies. Hell, even in movies you’d think that it was a little ridiculous. “No, take a nap. I’ll wake you up when you can go”. With that she dropped asleep. Instantly. She slid down her chair, her head slumped down to her chest, mouth agape. I had never been so hard in my life. My penis was aching to be free. “Actually”, I began, “Get up and lock the door, I don’t want to be interrupted.” Annie shot up from her chair, walked calmly to the door, locked it, returned to her seat, and fell back to sleep.

It was difficult to focus on filling in my test with her sitting there like that. My eyes glanced at her every few seconds. It was surreal to see her sitting there, eyes closed, just waiting for me. After I had sloppily jotted down the most popular answers from the rest of the class, I shoved my test somewhere into the middle of the pile and placed the stack on her desk.

I looked down at her, my eyes hung on her cleavage, my cock pulsed. I imagined pulling it out and shoving it into her open mouth. To burry it deep down her throat while she looked up at me, tears streaming down her face, as she smiled and thanked me for using her. A war raged inside of me. She was still my teacher; I knew her. I couldn’t do that to her, surely. What if the effects of the ring were temporary or if she was fully aware of what was going on and would go to the police later? Ego and Id continued to trade blows. In the end, I decided to err on the side of caution; the risks were too high. If the woman was right and I had complete control over Ms. Wilson, there was no harm in waiting. I could have her whenever I wanted.

“Ok Annie,” I said softly, “Now I want you to go about your day as normal.” She sat up in her chair, wiped the drool away from her mouth, and opened her eyes. “If you think back on what happened after school today, you won’t remember any specifics. Only that you met with a student and talked about the test. In fact, you won’t even be able to recall which student you met with. If anyone asks you about the new ring on your finger, you’ll make up something you think they’ll believe and believe it yourself. When you wake up tomorrow and get ready for work, I want you to dress in your sexiest, work appropriate, outfit. Do you understand?”

She looked up at me and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Good,” I replied. With that, she grabbed the stack of tests off her desk and walked out of the class without saying another word. I sat in silence trying to process what just happened. I stood to move but my penis was still a rock. I couldn’t be seen with a massive hard-on. People still called that girl who got period blood on her chair ‘Carrie’, and that was years ago. I forced myself to think about other things. I had to come up with a plan; I needed answers and I wasn’t prepared to scour the internet again for them. I knew only one place would have what I was looking for.

I burst through the door. The woman, this time without looking up from her magazine, said “that didn’t take very long. Who’d you use it on?”

I looked around the shop to confirm that we were alone before answering. “My teacher” I replied, slightly out of breath.

“You know,” she responded, “I never really understood the whole—“

I cut her off, “I have questions.”

“Yeah, I bet. Best I can do is show you how to use it and I mean really make the most of it.” She stuck out her hand. “Give it here.”

“I don’t have it, I told you I gave it to my teacher”

“Well then, I can’t help you, kid.” She gestured me away. “Come back when you’ve got the ring.”

“Please, just a few questions?” I pleaded.

“Come back with the ring”, she repeated.

I figured it was best to just wait. I didn’t want to risk annoying the one person who could help me make sense of what was going on. I left the pawn shop for the second time in as many days and headed back home.

When I arrived, Ms. Wilson’s “Sir” still echoed in my ears. It was unbelievable. I had to have been dreaming. I grabbed a towel and made my way to my shower. No matter how hard I tried, which, to be fair, wasn’t very hard, I couldn’t get it out of my head. My cock stiffened again. With each “Sir” the image of her sitting there sharpened. Her cleavage coming more and more into view.

I grabbed my shaft and started stroking. My mind darted between all the things I’d have her, or any woman, do with my new power. The heat between my legs grew. My hand continued, up and down, up and down like it had done so many times before. It wouldn’t be long before I exploded in ecstasy. I focused on my earlier fantasy: her dull eyes staring up at me, smiling while she struggled to get enough air to thank me as she gagged on my cock. It took me over the edge. I erupted across the shower as my knees buckled. I stood there and caught my breath. Water poured over me, washing away any trace of the act. I couldn’t wait to experience it for real.