The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Ms Cara ?”

A young woman’s voice snaps me from my self induced trance, my soft, pink lips exhaling a smoky white mist with a sigh, returning to the present as my thoughts flood back into my mind.

My breath freezes in the air before me, catching the wind into a cold, icy embrace that was so fascinating to watch. It takes me a few moments to respond.

“Hmm?” I have to blink slightly as I fluttered away the remnants of my trance....

I honestly hadn’t heard her, I’d been too busy enjoying my thoughts, while staring in a mindless daze at my reflection in my car, parked only a few steps from the small office.

Damn it, my windshield was already starting to frost up again. I must have...zoned out, watching it slowly form across the glass like snow.

“The doctor will see you now.” Her voice reiterates to me, and I sigh out a meek response.

“Oh...right...I’ll be right there.” I bury my hands inside my hoodie pockets, my breath continuing to freeze with each word I speak. From the look of the storm clouds above another rain would be due soon.

I’d only been inside here for a brief moment to sign in, but I could remember how cozy and warm it felt. The allure was hard to resist, though I feel like I must have come back out here for something...

...Right, the winter collection.

I take a few steps over to my car, quickly unlocking her to find the heated ac still left a comforting warmth, making me fight against the urge to crawl into the backseat and sleep like a cat.

It takes me a moment to escape the heat’s pull, warming my hands by rubbing them, before retrieving a small yellow folder from my dashboard...

My hands continue warming themselves, now buried deep beneath my crumpled up jacket. I slowly pull them from beneath their confines on my lap to undo my hair tie, becoming my bracelet as I fluffed with my long brown hair, now down and free across my shoulders.

I smooth the cozy fabric over my pants like a blanket, relaxing into the cozy sofa chair behind me.

Across the small office was a collection of framed degrees and paintings, one of them showing a large fireplace.

It draws me into its orange glow, I feel so enticed to lose my thoughts into the painted embers as if they were real. With my imagination I can just picture them flickering and filling the room with warmth….

Soon my attention is redrawn opposite me, once I hear a soft but masculine voice speaking.

“These are impressive. You’re a very lovely young lady.”

A chuckle escapes me, and I flutter my eyes to his words.

“Thanks…You know a lot of its just in the lighting.”

Truthfully, I’ve been looking forward to this session all week. This was my first time trying something like this, and to say I was curious would be an understatement.

The attractive, slightly older gentleman across me continues to look through my bright yellow folder, as if enraptured.

Inside was just a few pictures from my most recent shoot, mostly showcasing the new sweater collection. Of course, they were all clothed and tasteful...Although I was sporting a trendy makeup style in some of them.

I hadn’t much effort in now though, I’m sure I looked far less pretty at this time in the morning, unless just woke up was your thing.

“Don’t be modest, Cara. I can certainly see why your agency favors you so much.” He sets my folder down on the coffee table between us.

“Right, that’s why I’m here. They want me on the cover for next year’s swimsuit issue.”

With how cold it currently was, I had trouble even picturing myself in a bikini. But my anxiousness wasn’t caused by the chilly weather. I was actually quite excited to finally get the cover deal.

And yet part of me still had that little bit of stage fright I’d always been cursed with…

It’s hard to believe I’ve actually been modeling professionally for over 3 years now, but I still haven’t done any swimwear, or even showed off more than a slight midriff or shoulder.

This cover was a big deal…And I would be displaying much more than I was used to…

“Congratulations. So, you’d just like an old fashioned confidence boost, then?” He asks me while reaching inside his suit pocket.

“Well, I could stand to quit smoking too, I suppose.”

His face smiles at my words, giving a light chuckle as he reveals a beautiful golden watch to me.

“Not to worry my dear, just keep your focus on this nice, antique watch. Soon you’ll begin finding all of your troubles just fading away…”

He drops it by the long attached chain, letting the watch gently rock back and forth in the air, and I feel my eyes just naturally train on its movements.

The dim office light reflects off its perfect golden surface, and if I listen carefully, I can just faintly

make out a soft tick....tick....tick....

“Hmm...Really, the swinging watch thing? What is this, a movie scene?”

I laugh, keeping my eyes locked onto the swinging motion, my blue irises bouncing side to side while fluttering every so often. I can’t believe he thinks a swinging watch is actually going to hypnotize me.

“Just allow yourself to be caught in its swing. Following back and forth...back and forth...back and forth...Feeling your eyes becoming glued to the watch. Glued to the watch now. Impossible to look away...”

Well, I had to admit, this was certainly an attention grabbing pocket watch. And the way he was speaking to me in such a low, sexy voice, made it easier for me to relax, and open myself up to his suggestions.

The office around me seems to grow hazier, while the cushions that held me grew even more inviting. My body sinks down further into their embrace, feeling almost magnetically glued to my seat.

Oh…Oh wow…Was…Was this actually working? Was I really…getting…hypnotized?

“Your thoughts are slipping away from you now...You’re becoming hypnotized, Cara...You will enter a thoughtless trance…With each swing of the watch....My voice dominates even more of your mind...”

Without even realizing it, a river of drool begins to run down my face, a warm, bubbly euphoria washing over me as I give in completely. My mouth drops open wider, while my eyes glaze over completely, still following the watch back and forth...

This was so cool, I can actually feel myself...falling...under...his...control....

“You long to take a mental break for once, Cara. Your mind is so vibrant, so vivid, but it can get so tiring being such a beautiful, intelligent girl...”

“Yes...Tiring...”

I could sort of hear my own voice, slurring out a lazily monotone response. But I hadn’t actually made the effort to speak, it just came out beyond my control.

But I didn’t really care how he’d somehow tricked my brain into speaking...All I could feel was this incredible snuggling high, my body relaxing further while my skin tingles.

I came here looking to be hypnotized after all, so why would I even try to resist? Especially when this trance he was inducing on me was so pleasurable. It was nice to submit for once, and let him have me.

“You are hypnotized, Cara. You will follow my suggestions.”

“I am hypnotized...I will follow your suggestions...”

“Your thoughts are replaced by my voice.”

“My thoughts are replaced by your voice...”

“My every word you must obey.”

“Your every word I must obey...”

It was honestly really cool how he was able to puppeteer a response from me like that, but I couldn’t really focus on what was happening around me, only how deep I was sinking.

All I could see was the watch. It was all I could realize, all I could focus on, swinging back and forth, relaxing me deeper with each sway, while his voice echoes throughout my draining brain, offering zero resistance to his spell.

“Your mind clears. Your thoughts become mine.”

“My mind clears...My thoughts become yours...”

I release a small, content gasp, letting everything slip away from me as I fall deeper into this compliant high. My drooping eyes continue to trail along with the watch, gradually picking up speed, swinging before my entranced and drooling face even faster now.

“You cannot resist my suggestions.”

“I cannot resist…your suggestions...”

“In this trance, you must do as I say.”

“In this trance...I must do…as you…say...”

My eyelids were feeling so heavy now, I could feel them starting to close. They droop, and flutter, giving such a sleepy struggle to stay awake, resisting the seductive inevitable…

“Hmmmm….”

They close with a sigh, and I lose myself into the blackness of my mind. The tingling massage spreading through my body increases the longer I keep them closed, but with a reluctant sigh, I soon feel them sluggishly reopen past my own control.

“Mmmmnnaa….”

Instantly I focus my attention back on the swinging watch, my glossy eyes now following along much more lazily as they fight to stay awake.

“Hhmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnaa…”

An intense chorus of moans escapes me, feeling so good to just naturally submit and lose my control. It was the grandest thing, the highest euphoria to finally be mindless and deep. Hypnotized and powerless. At the full mercy of a seductive hypnotist.

“Now Cara, pretty girls like you shouldn’t smoke.”

“Pretty girls...Like me...Shouldn’t smoke...”

“Cigarettes disgust you more than anything.”

“Cigarettes...disgust...me...” Eventually I can keep my eyes open no longer.

A big, happy grin comes to me as they close, giving me such a silly, blissful expression. My head tilts to the side, and a numbness spreads across my body as I enter a full tingling euphoria.

The watch continues to swing back and forth while I snooze away, until the hypnotist is confident I was out for good. I was so incredibly, deeply, beautifully asleep. There was no more stress or anxiety. Nothing in my mind but blank, all I could understand was bliss and contentment, my happy smile continuing to spread across my sleeping face with the occasional sigh.

“Very good, Cara. Sink deeper for me now.”

Snap!

“With every snap you go deeper into hypnosis.”

Snap!

“With every snap you go deeper under my control.”

Snap!—Snap!—Snap!

A sharp moan releases through my drooling lips, while my arms limply drop over the sides. I was hypnotized even deeper now, and completely at peace in my trance. I was under his control, and would obey any order given to me in this wonderful dream.

“Now Cara, listen closely to my words, and obey. You must obey me, Cara.”

“Must…obey…”

“Anytime you try to smoke, you’ll instantly drop back down into this trance state, and you’ll begin squawking like a chicken.”

Yes, nothing could be more true. Even if I didn’t fully realize what was said, my subconscious mind accepted each and every word he spoke. I wanted to obey everything he told me, totally accepting his hypnotic influence deep inside me and letting him own my thoughts.

“Yes...I’ll squawk...like...a chicken...”

“Now, when it comes to your upcoming shoot, you will feel nothing but the utmost of confidence.”

“Utmost...confidence...”

“You are a very attractive young woman Cara, you can feel proud displaying your beauty for others to admire.”

“Display...beauty...”

“You’ll also want to send me an autographed copy when your cover issue releases, as a personal thanks for curing your anxiety.”

“Send you...autographed...copy...”

Outside the office a light rain begins to fall, but the mellow sounds the downpour brings are impossible for me to even register in my mesmerized state.

“Yes…master…I’m always confident…in a…bikini…”

“Very good, Cara. Waking up from trance now on the count of three...two…one...”

Snap!

“Open your eyes and awake feeling wonderful!”

With a slight yawn my eyes slowly flutter back open, circling around the office in a slightly dazed stupor for a moment, before I gradually rise back up from the emptiness to rejoin reality.

“...Ha! That was so cool! You totally hypnotized me, with the swinging watch and everything!”

I chirp while rubbing my eyes, standing back up on my feet. Conscious thought returns inside my head the more I slowly focus on my surroundings, no longer hazy or blurry.

My hypnotist stands as well, stepping closer to take my arm and help me steady.

“I’m glad I could help you, my dear. You are a most remarkable subject...Are you sure this was your first time being hypnotized?”

I look into his clear hazel eyes with a laugh, taking my purse from the chair to drape it off my shoulder. I didn’t even remember what I was so worried about, doing the swimsuit cover would be just like any other shoot now.

Only better, because now I’d actually get a chance to show off this body I was so proud of!

“You know, I always thought of hypnosis as just this silly thing you saw in cartoons, but I guess it really works! Ha, did I get spirally eyes too?”

He seems to chuckle at my words, giving me a friendly pat as he reaches back inside his suit. For a moment I’m expecting him to drop the watch back in my face...“You want to pay me extra...” something like that.

Only...I didn’t feel any strong desire to pay him a ridiculous amount. And my purse seems about the same, too. I suppose he was a noble enough hypnotist, and I feel the jitteriness in my legs subside once he presents me with a small cigarette case instead.

“I’m afraid nothing quite so outlandish. But would you like one for the road, my dear?” He flips the metallic container open for me, and I scrunch my nose up at the idea, honestly feeling disgusted by them. They looked just like worms or something.

But this guy’s just done me a huge favor by hypnotizing me, I didn’t want to appear rude or anything. Oh I guess I could just take one to my car for later, or maybe save it for my friend.

“Oh, thanks.” I reach inside the case to retrieve a smoke, holding the spliff between my fingers as I go to drop it inside my purse.

Only before I can even reach my soft, midnight colored bag, the cigarettes already slipped from my grasp, landing on the floor as my eyes open wide.

My pupils shrink and my head empties completely, a sudden wave of relaxation now gripping around me tightly. I allow myself to sink down even deeper into this inviting warmth, letting go and sliding away into a blank numbness...

“....Bwaak buck buck buck bwak!!”

My voice suddenly clucks out, placing my hands on my hips and flapping my elbows. I didn’t even have a clue what I was doing, it just felt so good to give in, letting the clucks and squawks release so naturally.

I continue to flap my arms about, letting out a soft “Coo....Cooo...” as I waddle about in place, fluffing my imaginary feathers and hoping the cute rooster would come pay me some attention.

“Bwak buck bwack buck buck bwak!”

Snap!

My eyes return to normal at the clicking of his fingers, feeling my cheeks blushing bright red.

Was I just acting like a silly, hypnotized chicken? I could remember clucking about and feeling like brainless poultry, but it was as if the whole thing had only happened as part of a strange dream…

My face continues to burn with embarrassment, shaking my head slightly in disbelief while I fussed with my messy hair.

“That’s certainly an interesting farewell.” He laughs, giving me a knowing look as I hide beneath my brown locks.

“What...What in the world was...” I give my head another shake, growing redder by the second.

“S-Sorry…Umm…I guess I’m just really in the mood for a chicken salad.”

The gleam in his eyes tells me he knows more than he’s letting on…But if getting hypnotized to act like a silly bird anytime I smoked was the only side effect, hey I’ll take it.

And knowing I could lose my control any time, especially in such a silly way, honestly was kinda hot…Embarrassing to be sure, but also sort of…exciting…

Slowly it begins to dawn on me…Hypnosis wasn’t just a silly cliché on television…It was one of the hottest things imaginable.

I give the nice hypnotist a flustered farewell, taking my jacket and murmuring out a shy ‘thank you’ as I start for the door. As I step outside, my chicken episode soon begins to fade from my thoughts, replaced with a familiar, content happiness.

It was only a light rain, but I could feel it starting to pick up. Thankfully I lived close by, I could feel a growing desire to crawl back into bed, and sleep peaceful dreams to the relaxing downpour…

Once I’m gone he takes my discarded cigarette and lights it, chuckling to himself as my quiet yawns disappear into the rain…

Epilogue:

“Yes, that’s perfect Cara!”

My face beams with a smile, giving the camera a flirty look as it clicks away, illuminating my pretty young features with every bright flash. It was hard not to feel like a star in this moment, despite my state of undress.

It was May now, just five months after my hypnosis session. I could barely even remember what happened exactly, just that I’d followed a swinging watch like I’d seen on so many TV shows, and before I knew it, the guy had me fast asleep!

It was honestly really cool getting hypnotized like that, I wish I could remember more of what happened.

I don’t feel like I was ever bent to his control or turned into a mindless zombie or anything, all I really remember was feeling like I was in a deep, peaceful rest. Accepting suggestions under hypnosis was just like going along with the motions of a nice dream.

But either way, I couldn’t be happier with the results! Now I could feel beautiful and sexy as the camera snapped away at me in my little bikini.

I had a lot to thank my hypnotist for, I haven’t had even the tiniest bit of anxiety since my session. I felt much more open and free to enjoy life now, hardly anything gave me stress.

Especially not my summer shoot, which I’ve been looking forward to since winter last year.

Gone were the days of me having any shyness about my body, I knew how good I looked, and I was happy to flaunt my beauty, especially in such a sexy leopard two piece.

The brightly colored swimsuit barely held together over my nubile body by a few thin strings, my more private regions concealed beneath the comfortable fabric, while the rest of my figure was completely displayed, relaxing against the car I was laying on like some enticing siren.

I’d never modeled a bikini until now, and this was quite a risqué choice for my first time. But my face continues to beam with confidence, resting my hand on my exposed hip while tugging my bottoms lower with a teasing kiss.

Beneath me I was displaying myself on the hood of a black sports car, built sometime around the 60s I think. Someone in the makeup department had told me it was called a ‘cobra’, and I found that to be a bit ironic, considering I’d used hypnosis to prepare me for the shoot.

But I figured I should probably keep that little detail to myself, don’t want someone coming up with any wild stories about me entranced or carrying out the hypnotist’s orders like I was Trilby or something. Last thing I needed was to be known as the ‘mindless model.’

Still, the thought of me being powerless to his swinging watch was an…exciting one to say the least. For the last few partners I’d been with, I found myself returning to that place mentally, where I could give up control.

Just picturing myself with spiral eyes was enough to help me over that edge…

“Feel like taking a quick break, gorgeous?” A young man asks me, smiling and letting his camera rest across his chest by its strap.

He was around my age but much taller, and laying down beneath him like this almost made him into a giant in my sight.

I give him a small nod, sitting up on the hood to fix my top, before laying on my back. I let my long legs drape over the side, slowly kicking my white heels about the air next to an orange painted flame emblem.

“It’s my first time doing cheesecake, you think it’s a good look for me?” I rest my hands across my bare navel.

“Yeah! Every boy in the store who sees this cover will have to buy it now!”

His voice sounds almost wistful, taking a long look at my tummy. I decide to tease him a little more, and begin drawing small circles around my belly button, noticing how difficult it becomes for him to tear his eyes away.

“H-here let me show you the ones from my phone.” He stammers while a bit of sweat runs down his face, fighting a losing battle not to stare at me.

“Better just be the ones we took today!”

I laugh after him, adjusting my bottoms as he leaves, his voice whispering something about having the ‘best job ever’...

He returns in a few moments with a pack of cigarettes and an iPad, taking one to his lips as he hands the small screen to me. I sit up, fixing my bottoms string before letting myself slide down the hood, touching my heels to the studio floor.

My fingers swipe through the different pictures, feeling quite proud of myself.

I looked just like an irresistible goddess, plus the black car paired so well with my bright leopard inspired swimsuit. He was right, this would sell out for sure, and I couldn’t wait to hear all my friends tell me how I killed it!

“So these next few ones I’m pretty sure are supposed to be topless.” He ashes his smoke in a nearby cup, while I give him a smirk.

“Yeah, nice try.” I laugh, tapping my long nails against the hood behind me.

“You’ll have to work on your power of suggestion, there.”

“Alright, you got me. But here, let’s try a few with these.” He goes to hand me his cigarette pack, and instantly I scrunch up my nose.

Ugh, they were so disgusting. Pot was one thing, but cigarettes? Ew, no thank you. They looked like a box of wriggling white worms to me. I’d thought he was so cute too, can’t believe he’s asking me to partake in such a filthy habit.

“Barf. Get those things away from me before I spew!” I give him an annoyed glare, keeping my arms crossed while tapping my foot defiantly.

“Cara, you don’t have to actually smoke one. Just be sexy with it as a prop. You know, like a 60s pin up thing.”

He shakes the small box around my face, and I give my hair a blow with a relenting sigh.

“Fine. But my grandmother can never see this.” I scowl while taking one of the smokes, feeling so disgusted to be even holding one.

Reluctantly I place the cigarette to my lips, using both hands to fix my hair as the photographer readies his camera. Only before I can even strike a pose, my mind suddenly drops into a pool of relaxing darkness.

“Ohha…”

My thoughts all seem to vanish quicker than they can form, the studio fading away into a blur as my exposed skin tingles. My eyes open wide as my pupils shrink, the cigarette falling from my agape mouth.

“Okay, so maybe we can get some of you from behind while you’re scrubbing the—”

“BWAAK! Bwak buck buck bwaak!”

He nearly drops his camera when I release a loud squawking, flapping my arms beside my hips. My entranced face bobs about like a chicken, and I release a chorus of clucks and squawks as I begin strutting around in a small circle before the hot rod.

“Bwak buck buck buck buck bwak!”

I could feel an enormous sense of pride at flapping my arms and clucking. The dominant hold that’s suddenly taken me was intoxicating to give myself to, I couldn’t stop from letting myself go deeper.

“Buck buck bu—”

FLASH!

My pupils return to normal, and instantly I freeze in place once the camera frees me from the trance with its light.

...What in the world was that?!? Was I just...acting like a chicken? My face burns bright red at the hazy memory of my powerless humiliation.

“And that’s our perfect cover!” He laughs while my face continues to blush. There was that shyness I’d sorely missed.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, or what must have come ove—.....

Oh...right...My recent hypnotism session probably had something to do with all that.

In fact, thinking about a swinging watch made me feel a slight desire to cluck again, being reminded of the blissful experience being under a hypnotic trance was. But damn that hypnotist, having fun at my expense!...

…Ugh, and why did I still feel a desire to send him an autographed copy?