The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It started with an email.

My daughter, Angie, had forgotten to log out of the family computer. So when an email popped up with the subject line: “NovaTech: Executive Training Program for Women,” I was intrigued—and confused.

Angie was brilliant. Accepted to MIT, top of her STEM class, but she was only a high school senior. Why would a program like this be targeting her? Maybe it was a mistake. Or spam. But curiosity got the better of me, and I clicked.

The email had a sleek, modern design, with bright colors and motivational quotes. There was a feeling of possibility radiating from the screen.

Empower yourself.

Achieve greatness.

Unlock your potential.

“Joining this program completely changed my life!”

I shook my head. This wasn’t for me. It was for Angie. But there was something about it that was so…captivating. I stared at the small glowing button at the end of the email.

Learn More.

“Just a quick peek,” I muttered, clicking it.

The website that opened was bright and inviting, filled with images of young women in stylish business attire, smiling confidently.

Let Us Show You Where You Belong!

There was a soft humming sound coming from the speakers. Barely noticeable but strangely calming. The site was filled with testimonials from young women across the country.

“For years I felt lost, but NovaTech helped me rediscover myself.”

Before I could second-guess my decision, I clicked the Apply Now button.

A congratulatory message filled the screen: “Welcome to the NovaTech Executive Training Program! You’re on your way to becoming who you were always meant to be.”

A strange sense of excitement washed over me. This felt so…right. As I leaned back in my chair, I realized I was feeling a bit lightheaded. Probably just from staring at the screen for too long.

“Mom?” Angie’s voice startled me. I quickly closed the browser.

“Oh, hey, sweetie. Done studying for your exam?”

“Not yet. What are you doing?”

“Just…browsing.”

She gave me a curious look, but didn’t press further. After grabbing a snack, she headed back to her room.

Once she was gone, I reopened the browser. A confirmation email had already arrived with instructions for the next step. The soft hum seemed to linger in my mind, even though I’d already closed the site.

Maybe this was the fresh start I needed.

The NovaTech campus was breathtaking. Tall glass buildings, perfectly manicured gardens, and young stylish professionals in casual attire filled the modern workplace.

As I stepped into the main lobby, I couldn’t but feel out of place in my conservative blouse and dress pants. A cheerful young receptionist greeted me with a smile.

“Hi…I’m here for the Executive Training Program. I have an appointment.”

She looked slightly surprised. “Oh…well, have a seat. Someone will be right with you.”

I sat in the waiting area, looking around at the various monitors throughout the room. Each one played a different video showcasing the company’s culture. There was a soft music playing through the speakers, like something from an elevator.

One of the clips caught my eye—an enthusiastic young woman smiling at the camera: “I love working at NovaTech. It’s the best!”

Suddenly, a deep voice interrupted my thoughts.

“Angie White?”

I looked up to see a man in a perfectly tailored suit. He looked down at his tablet, then back up at me with a confused expression.

I hadn’t even realized that when I made the appointment it did so in my daughter’s name.

“Oh, uh, Angie’s my daughter, but…uh, well, she wasn’t interested in the program, so I thought maybe…”

“This program is designed for younger women. Ones that are just starting their careers.”

“Right. I…didn’t realize.”

He studied me for a moment, his eyes sweeping down my body. “Hmmm. You’re certainly not what we expected, but perhaps we can make an exception.”

Relief flooded over me. “Really? Thank you!”

“Follow me and we’ll discuss your next steps.”

On Monday, I walked through NovaTech’s sleek glass doors, ready to finally transform into the confident leader I’d always dreamed of becoming. The campus had a relaxed, casual feel to it. There were beanbag chairs, pool tables, and all sorts of things I wouldn’t have expected to find at work.

The open office space stretched farther than I could see, with rows of desks lit up by the glow of monitors. Everything felt so new and modern.

I didn’t get far before a man approached me. His grumpy expression was matched by his equally inpatient tone.

“Are you Nadia?”

“Yes?”

“Hank,” he said, shaking my hand with a tight grip. His eyes lingered on my chest. “I’m your new boss.”

He led me through the office, not saying much as we walked around. Some of the employees were staring, but no one said anything. They all looked so young, in their twenties or thirties. Hank was the only older looking person I’d seen so far.

“Here’s your desk.” The programmers sitting next to me were both focused on their work with big headphones on.

Hank pulled up the training module on my computer. “This is the Executive Training Program. It’s pretty straightforward. Figure it out or don’t. We don’t do handholding here. Any questions?”

“Uh…no, I think I’m okay.”

“Good.” He placed a hand on the shoulder of the programmer next to me. “Adam here will help get you started.”

“New hire. This is Nadia,” Hank said, gesturing towards me. “She’ll be working with you guys.”

Adam sighed but nodded. “Sure. Welcome to the team.”

By the time I looked back over, Hank was already walking away. I took a deep breath and slid into my chair, doing my best to not seem nervous.

“Hi,” said the young man to my right. He swiveled in his chair to face me. “My name’s Lyndon. Nice to meet you.”

“You too. I’m Nadia”

“Don’t worry about Hank. He’s always like that.”

“Well, that’s good to know, I guess.”

I turned my attention to the monitor in front of me. A long list of training modules filled the screen. They seemed simple enough, but the layout was a little disorienting. I stared at the screen, trying to make sense of where to even begin.

“Need help?” Lyndon asked, sliding his chair closer.

“Uh, yeah,” I said with a nervous laugh. “That’d be great. Thanks.”

The morning passed by quickly. Every so often, someone new would stop by to introduce themselves. Most of them were polite and encouraging, going out of their way to make me feel welcome.

By the time I noticed the lightheadedness creeping in, I realized I’d been staring at the screen for hours without a break.

“I think I need a minute.”

“Restrooms down the hall,” Lyndon said. “Well…kind of.”

While there were several men’s bathrooms nearby, the women’s restroom was an eight-minute walk, through several long hallways and up a flight of stairs.

On my way back, I passed a group of programmers hanging out in the hallway. They didn’t look like most of the other programmers I’d met. They looked like they’d just come from the gym, with tank tops that showed off their muscles.

I noticed their eyes immediately. They weren’t subtle about the fact that they were staring at my chest, whispering to each other and laughing.

My face burned with embarrassment, and I forced myself to look straight ahead and keep walking, pretending not to notice. My hands tightly gripped the folder I was holding, and my stomach twisted. By the time I heard them laugh again, I was already around the corner.

What was their problem?

Things did get a little easier throughout the week. Each day I felt a little more confident, a little less lost. There were still moments where I was confused, but I did the best I could. Most of my coworkers were friendly and eager to help.

But there were exceptions.

Hank, for starters. At fifty-five years old, his age made him stand out in a company where most employees were in their twenties. Even most of the other executives were only in their thirties or forties.

He was very old fashioned, with some…outdated beliefs. And while he was never outright rude, his tone was always dismissive and condescending. Like he was frustrated that he had to waste his precious time dealing with me. At first I assumed that’s how he was with everyone, but it didn’t take long to realize that was only how he treated the women.

Then there was the staring.

Most of my coworkers would look, usually just a brief glance. As much as I hated to admit it, I’d gotten used to it at my age.

But Hank would stare.

The way his eyes lingered on my chest made me uncomfortable. It was like he wanted me to know he was looking. He even made snarky comments about my clothes.

His comments were always rude and obnoxious, but never anything that crossed the line. Nothing that was worth taking to HR anyway.

Then there was the trio of rude programmer jocks. It was just my luck that it turned out they were in my department. They loved stopping by my workstation and making dumb, immature jokes with each other. They acted like they were being friendly, but it was obvious they were just mocking me.

One of them, Steve, was the worst of them all. He had the maturity of teenage boy.

“Hey New-Hire, we’re gonna get something from the cafeteria. You want anything?” Steve asked.

“No, I’m fine,” I said, focusing on my work.

“How about some fresh fruit? They got some really big melons. Big juicy ones.”

I rolled my eyes. “Very funny. Can you go find someone else to bother?”

Later that day, Hank called me into his office. As I entered, I set my phone down on the edge of the desk.

“What’s that?” he asked, in an annoyed tone.

“Huh?”

“This isn’t your work phone.”

“Oh, I just prefer using my regular phone. It’s just what I’m used to.”

“Everything must be done on company devices. No exceptions.”

“Oh… I’m sorry,” I replied. “I didn’t realize—”

“Don’t let it happen again.”

“Of course. Sorry”

I didn’t like the way he talked to me. Like a parent scolding a child.

“Anyway, the reason I called you here is because I’ve been receiving some complaints.”

“Complaints?” I asked, surprised. “About what?”

“Your attitude. That you’ve been unfriendly and argumentative. Frankly, I’m not surprised.”

“I don’t understand…” I’d been trying so hard to get along with everyone. Well… almost.

“You’ve been scowling from the moment you walked in here. This is a collaborative environment. If you want to keep working at this company, you’ll need to learn how to work with others. Otherwise…”

My heart sank. I couldn’t lose this job. Not now.

“No, please! It won’t happen again. I promise I’ll do better.”

Hank sat there silently staring with a stern expression. His eyes dropped down to my chest then back up. “Fine. But I better see some real improvement. No more excuses. Understood?”

I nodded so quickly that it made me dizzy.

“Yes, sir.”

After the meeting, I went back to my desk, put on my headphones, and opened up the next training module. The title blinked in bold, colorful letters:

“Becoming a NovaTech Girl: Embodying the Brand.”

NovaTech Girl? It sounded strange, even a little demeaning. What kind of company would call its female employees something so patronizing?

The video began, the familiar hum filling my headphones as the screen lit up with vibrant colors.

“So you want to be a NovaTech Girl? This module’s all about embracing the qualities that’ll help make you an invaluable part of the company.”

I couldn’t get over the name ‘NovaTech Girl’. It seemed like such a strange thing to call a grown woman.

“It’s important to connect with the company culture here at NovaTech. Being a NovaTech Girl isn’t just a job, it’s an identity. It’s a mindset. It’s who you are. Who you want to be.”

The humming sound seemed to grow louder, combining with her words. The background shifted to stylish young women walking confidently through the office, laughing and smiling.

“NovaTech Girls are strong, confident and empowered. Say it with me…”

I scoffed. “This is ridiculous…”

“The best version of you is just around the corner. Don’t hold yourself back from success.”

The screen pulsed and my eyes instinctively followed the movement.

“What does it mean to Be a NovaTech Girl?”

My thoughts felt fuzzy as the phrase repeated itself again and again. I tried to push it away, but it was stuck in my head, like a song you couldn’t stop humming.

Be a NovaTech Girl…

The screen flashed with images of young women in power: leading meetings, receiving awards. They all looked so…happy.

“NovaTech Girls understand the importance of teamwork. It’s about being approachable, reliable, and ready to listen.”

The words “Approachable. Reliable. Ready to listen,” glowed on the screen.

“Take a deep breath. Inhale confidence. Exhale doubt.”

I followed the instructions without even thinking about it. My body was starting to relax.

“Repeat after me: I always put the team first.”

“No…I…”

The colors on the screen turned into a warm glow that was impossible to look away from.

“…I always put the team first,” I reluctantly mumbled.

“Wonderful. That’s what being a NovaTech Girl is all about! It’s not just about you. It’s about what you can do for the company.”

The screen flashed briefly, showing a woman eagerly listening to a manager’s instructions and nodding enthusiastically. The warmth I felt earlier in the week returned, starting in my chest and spreading throughout.

The words appeared on the screen in glowing letters, pulsing in rhythm with the humming.

NovaTech Girl...

NovaTech Girl...

NovaTech Girl...

A smile slowly filled my face. Without thinking, the words escaped from my lips.

“I’m a...NovaTech Girl.”