The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

“Having fun isn’t hard when you have a library card!”

Carol Anne Williams wholeheartedly agreed with this refrain from the long running (and now concluded) children’s show Arthur. Well, she kind of had to as she was the Deputy Head of the Oddhaven Branch of the Trillium County Public Library (in the Canadian province of Ontario). Fortunately, Carol had loved books and reading ever since she was a little girl. Now an adult of 31, dealing with the library was her full-time job. She loved reading to the little kids, the smiles of satisfied patrons, the fun of library activities, and the smell of new books when they arrived at the branch. Libraries were the perfect place for her whether it was for work or play!

However, times at library had been very hard lately. Due to a series of budget cuts, library services had to be reduced. Some of the library staff had to be laid off and several programs had to be discontinued. If something was not done, Oddhaven would be next on the chopping block.

Today, Carol hoped she had found that something. Well, actually it was someone. Her name was Elizabeth Saint, the head (and founder) of Canadian Library Endowment Foundation and Fund (CLEFF). CLEFF was going to award its endowment of the year to the library of its choice and Oddhaven (and Trillium Public Library generally) was one of the three finalists. It was a tax-free $200,000 grant to the library—enough to fix its financial problems and then some. Each library had campaigned vigorously and put its best foot forward, resulting in an intense contest and a very difficult decision for CLEFF’s Board of Directors. In fact, the decision was so difficult that, there was a three way tie. Saint’s vote was the tiebreaker. She would make her decision after interviewing the head of a randomly chosen branch of the finalist library. Oddhaven was chosen as the representative branch for Trillium. Normally, Nora Patterson (the Head of the Oddhaven Branch) would be interviewed for something like this, but she had the flu. Therefore, the task was reassigned to Carol. Oddhaven would be Saint’s final interview for the day. This only added to the stress Carol was under.

That said, her stress was understandable: Trillium had bet the farm— or should she say library?—on getting the grant money.

2.

Carol tapped her foot (and checked her watch) apprehensively awaiting Saint’s arrival. She was dressed appropriately. She was wearing a dark purple dress blouse, a respectable black skirt, and black tights that covered her legs from her waist to her toe tips. She was also wearing black dress boots. While a stout woman, Carol was far from obese and was actually quite attractive. She had a heart-shaped face, bright blue eyes, and light blond hair in a hair clipped bun.

The library would be closing in an hour and she was not sure how long an interview with her would last—especially one with such a big prize on the line. Fortunately, the library was deserted. Fridays in November was one of the library’s slower days. She was lost in thought wondering if Saint would ever show up when she heard the library’s automatic doors open.

A woman had entered. She was a mid-sized skinny woman who looked like she was in her early 50s. She was very attractive (especially for her age). She had shoulder length dark brown hair with a bright attractive face (despite some wrinkles). She had blue eyes and a brilliant white smile. She wore a dark brown suit jacket with a white blouse and brown dress pants (and dress shoes). “Hello,” she said “I’m Elizabeth Saint. I am looking for the Branch Head.”

“Actually, she has the flu, so I will be filling in for her today” Carol said. I’m Oddhaven’s Deputy Head, Carol Anne Williams.” Carol extended her hand and Saint heartily shook it.

“Nice to meet you, Ms. Saint,” Carol said.

“Nice to meet you too, but please call me Elizabeth,” she responded.

“Okay, Elizabeth,” Carol assented. “You can call me Carol.”

“Shall we begin the interview?” Elizabeth asked.

“Absolutely,” Carol said. “We can talk in that study room over there,”

3.

Carol thought the interview went swimmingly. She had spoken with Elizabeth at length and found the woman very friendly. Moreover, Elizabeth seemed impressed when Carol gave her a tour of the branch and explained the library’s history generally. She also seemed moved when Carol discussed how the Trillium Public Library had touched so many hearts and changed so many lives for the better. A favourite of hers was the story of a teen who everyone swore was to join a gang. With the help of one of Trillium’s library staff, however, he committed to his studies and became a counsellor that catered to at the same at-risk youth that he had once been.

Carol was also impressed with Elizabeth’s Curriculum Vitae. Not only was she on CLEFF, but she was also a successful copywriter, academic, and high-ranking member of the local chapter of Egale Canada the country’s most prominent LGBT rights organization. The interview lasted about 45 minutes (though it did not feel nearly that long). This gave Carol about 15 minutes to close the library for the day. She called any straggling patrons who wanted to check out any library books before closing but no one came (the libray was still deserted). She then turned to Elizabeth. “Thank you so much for your time and for giving Trillium this opportunity,” Carol said sincerely. “Is there anything else we need to go through?”

“Actually, there is one thing,” Elizabeth answered. “Does your library have Hoopla, a library service that allows customers to borrow e-books?”

“No actually,” Carol admitted a little sheepishly. “We considered ordering it, but could not do so due to a budget cuts.” “Well, if you were to win the prize you could definitely afford it,” Elizabeth said smiling. “Do you prefer e-books or physical books?”

“Physical books,” Carol responded without hesitation. “I do not have an e-reader and E-books are too hard to read because of the small screen Plus, I always like the feel of a physical book in my hand.”

“Well,” Elizabeth said. “I wouldn’t sell them short. Would you like to have a look at one of my favourite e-books?” “I’m sorry,” Carol apologetically refused. “I don’t have the time, it is now closing time and I must lock the library up.” “Oh, it will only take a second,”Elizabeth reassured. She then pulled out a black e-reader, hit its touch screen a couple of times and showed Carol the e-book: How to Run a Successful Library by Ophelia Booker. “I like this book because it has several great tips on how to run a library and it is written in a way that could be understood by anyone as long as the reader is willing to do so. The most important rule is that patrons are always right.”

Carol was about to politely remind her that she had to close the library, but her thoughts were cut off when the cover of the e-book transitioned to a black and white spiral. The spiral was basic, but surprisingly eye-catching. She couldn’t help but look at its centre. “Yes, Carol,” Elizabeth continued, the patron is always right, remember that as you stare into the spiral. The patron is always right, and you must always try to satisfy them the best you can. You must do what they say. The patron is always right, and you must do what they say. It doesn’t matter how you feel or what the rules may be on paper. They are always right. You must listen to them, you must look at and listen to them. You must do as they say. Say it, Carol.”

“Patrons...always right...Do as they say” Carol whispered monotonously.

“Yes,” Elizabeth said “I am a patron, Carol. Therefore, you must do as I say. You must look at the spiral and do as I say.”

“Look at…spiral…do as you say,” she repeatedly mindlessly. Elizabeth smiled as her trusty induction method worked its magic. She had entranced many prospective endowment recipients in the past. Well…many female ones. She was a member of Egale for a reason after all. She would continue that trend with Carol. She waited a few more minutes until she was sure Carol was completely under her control. Then she addressed her.

“Carol,” Elizabeth commanded. “It is almost certain that your library will get the grant money. You just need to satisfy me, your patron, by doing as I say. Listen carefully...”

4.

The next thirty minutes flew by. At Elizabeth’s command, Carol closed the library, put on her winter coat to face the mid-November weather and drove Elizabeth to her home. Of course, Elizabeth had to give her directions, which she followed obediently). Interestingly she didn’t live that far from Oddhaven (about twenty minutes away) Elizabeth then took Carol by her hand and entered her residence. It was a nice place and, not surprisingly, had several bookshelves. Elizabeth then led Carol to the bedroom and sat on the bed removing her clothes.

When people said Elizabeth was attractive for her age, they weren’t kidding. He breasts were small but pert and had no sag whatsoever. The lower half of her body was no less impressive. She had nice shapely legs, an attractive ass, and a vagina with picturesque brown tuft. “Carol, when I clap my hands you will begin removing all of your clothing with each item you remove you will become more and more aroused. When you are completely naked you will make love to me with all the passion you can manage. Do you understand?”

“Yes...” Carol affirmed tonelessly.

A few seconds later Elizabeth clapped her hands and Carol did a striptease for her patron. She reached down and unzipped each of her boots, throwing them off to the side. Next she unclipped her hair letting it fall to her shoulders. She then removed her blouse and bra, her breathing getting huskier and sultrier with each button undone. She then slid off her skirt. Lastly she shimmied off her tights, adding them to the pool of clothing at her feet.

Elizabeth whistled in admiration. Carol was living proof that a woman did not have to be railway thin to be beautiful. Her long blonde hair went perfectly with her face, giving it a radiant appearance. Her body was also impressive. One advantage of being a stout woman was the likelihood of bigger breasts and Carol’s did not disappoint. They were huge, round, and full. Her nipples were the size of casino chips. Her lower region looked good too. She had a vagina with some of the thickest blonde bush, Elizabeth had ever seen. He thick legs resembled majestic tree trunks and her humungous ass was begging to be smacked. The contest is over. Elizabeth thought. Trillium deserves the grant money based on that body alone.

Elizabeth motioned to herself and Carol was immediately got onto the bed and onto her patron. The two women then rolled around on the spacious bed kissing passionately their breasts rubbing against each other. They went at this for a few minutes before Elizabeth had them disengage. She then moved down and began playing with Carol’s breasts, gently squeezing them at first then putting her head between them and kissing them. Carol was giggling all the while. Her mind was lost in pleasure and ecstasy thanks to Elizabeth’s hypnotic abilities.

After dealing with her breasts, Elizabeth moved down to Carol’s vagina and began licking her bush. Her bush was a feast for the eyes and the mouth. Carol loved its soft hairy feel as she vigorously licked it with her tongue. Judging by her loud moans, it was turning Carol on as well. After this, Elizabeth moved down to Carol’s legs, kissing and licking them. All the sexual pleasure was too much for Carol, who had an orgasm, spilling her juices on Elizabeth’s bed.

Elizabeth did not mind this but wanted to take things even further. She had Carol turn onto her stomach and grabbed a dildo from her nightstand. She then began to penetrate her brainwashed bookworm. She thrust herself in and out of her while Carol groaned in pleasure. Not wanting to neglect Carol’s posterior, she lightly squeezed and slapped it. Of course Carol was too immersed in sexual pleasure to notice this. Elizabeth could feel herself reaching her climax and about two minutes later each woman had their most pleasurable orgasm in recent memory.

Carol and Elizabeth made love twice more. Completely spent, Elizabeth decided to wrap up their erotic evening.

“Carol,” Elizabeth breathlessly commanded “our lovemaking for the night is done. You will put your clothes and coat back on, leave my place, and drive to yours. You will awaken from your trance once you start your car to make this drive. You will not remember being hypnotized, our lovemaking or anything out of the ordinary. You will think that I decided to award Trillium the prize on the spot and you went out to a restaurant to celebrate. You will not feel any cramps or pains related to our lovemaking nor will you notice any stains on your clothes. Now, if you ever hear my voice and only my voice say ‘the patron is always right’” you will fall back into your trance and do whatever I tell you to do. Remember that but nothing else.”

Carol nodded to indicate that she understood. She then put on her clothes, boots and coat and exited Elizabeth’s house. Elizabeth then got up, still naked, and locked the door behind her. She then went back upstairs and fell into a deep and happy sleep.

5.

Carol was in a great mood. It had been two weeks since Elizabeth told her that Trillium would be getting CLEFF’s endowment grant (plus an extra $50,000. because she said she was so impressed with Carol). Everything seemed to be going in Carol’s favour. Not only would Trillium avoid layoffs, but it was able to add new features (including the e-reader borrowing service now that they could afford it. Better yet, head librarian Nora Patterson had decided to retire at the end of this coming January and Carol would be taking her place (as well as getting a significant pay raise and much more prestige). Carol smiled as she began her next task, entering books in the E-Reader Database, the first of which was—wouldn’t you know it—— How to Run a Successful Library by Ophelia Booker. Carol had purchased a paper copy for herself, now that she would soon be running the library; she would need more detailed instruction on how to do so. This was especially true when interpreting one of the books most important stipulations—the patron is always right.