The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The Power of Subliminals

New Name Dan

To say that Tracy spent a lot of time online was an understatement—she practically lived in a virtual social world.

There wasn’t much she hadn’t tried. All of the typical social networking sites, as well as many of the off-beat ones as well. She was game to making herself known in anyone’s digital world.

But Tracy’s real life was something else entirely. She was shy. She really had no idea that she was actually quite attractive underneath the layers of clothing and social anxiety. In real life, Tracy was barely noticeable. Online, she could be anything.

Being open to trying anything online, she found herself signing up for some new social networking site, McSocial. She thought to herself how uncreative some of these sites were getting. McSocial? Really?

One thing Tracy couldn’t stand were all the advertisements specifically targeted to your online social life. Tablet devices for $27.51, wellness herbs, penis growing pills, getting a degree, and even eye lash lengthening creams. There really wasn’t much that she hadn’t seen... and immediately ignored.

After signing up on McSocial, setting up her profile (she called herself Traci this time), and putting some random, but similar-looking picture of a model as her avatar, she decided to browse around the site to see if there were any interesting people she could befriend.

There were a lot of guys. Good-looking guys, too. And a decent number of women, almost all of which looked amazing. Tracy wondered if they, too, had found pictures online to use in their profile. There were a small group of basic-looking women, too. Her people, for sure, but not smart enough to pretend to be someone else, apparently.

She was actually enjoying this site, even though she didn’t get the point of it. Many sites have a target market, but she wasn’t sure what demographic McSocial was catering to.

And then she saw something new. An ad she’d never seen before, on the right side of the screen between an add for coffee and pet treats: The Power of Subliminals.

Whenever she came across something that seemed hokey, she would just pass right on by. But this looked more legitimate than others. It wasn’t sleazy. Out of curiosity, she clicked on it.

A well-made video came up on the page. ‘Use the power of subliminals to get your life in order.’ Tracy was glued to the presentation.

The video promised that you’d get ahead, find excitement, be alert and attentive, find harmony among the many aspects of your life, and ultimately believe that you can do anything—just by listening to the first three Power of Subliminals MP3s. And the best part? They were free.

Tracy was very temped. Having gotten her degree in the legal field, but never having gone past the first four years, she was in the precarious position of being unable to practice law and yet too smart to be a paralegal. She had decided to get into legal mediation, and had spent the last year learning from a working mediator. The only problem was, given Tracy’s difficulty in social situations, combined with actually having to talk to people, she wasn’t doing very well at it. She could really use a shot of confidence to put her career on track. She wondered if this program would help her.

The Power of Subliminals looked like a credible business, and not just another ridiculous scam. Without hesitation, she clicked on the ‘Get Started’ button.

The form was fairly simple, and she was elated to know that they weren’t going to ask for credit card information unless she made future orders. There was a questionnaire at the end of the form that needed to be completed, apparently so they could more finely tune their selection of free subliminals to the individual’s needs.

The questionnaire was pretty straightforward at first, asking about her social experiences and abilities. Some questions were about the types of friends she maintained. But soon, the questions began to give Tracy concern. Weird questions, like ‘Are you seeing anyone and/or married?’ and ‘Sexual preference?’ Tracy answered no twice on the first one, since it asked for two responses. On the other, she used the ‘No Preference’ button, since the question was intrusive. Besides, the only other answers were ‘men’ and ‘women.’ While she was a bit disgusted by the question, she reasoned that not everyone was wired the same way.

After getting through all the forms and questions, the system told her it needed about 15 to 30 minutes to process the questionnaire and email her the three free subliminals. That’s when Tracy noticed the time. She had a special appointment at work she needed to run off to. Tracy figured she’d just check her email at work after the meeting and listen to them later.

* * *

Tracy sat down at her computer. The mediation appointment had gone on a little longer than expected. The couple in mediation were at each other’s throats throughout most of the meeting. By the time she got to her office, she had completely forgotten about the self-help subliminals she had requested.

She quickly went to her personal email account and found the message. The sound files were longer than she expected, but not too big. She saved them to her desktop, found her headphones so her boss wouldn’t hear, and played the one marked ‘First.’

It was one of those light piano medleys with waves crashing at the beach. Every so often, Tracy could hear a bird or a child laughing off in the distance. The song was about ten minutes long, but felt like an eternity. It was easily the most relaxing thing Tracy had ever listened to.

At the end of the sound file, Tracy just sat at her desk with her eyes closed. That was incredible. She felt so alive. She felt attuned to what was going on elsewhere in the building and outside her window. She felt at peace with her life.

“Wow,” she said to herself.

“What was that?” Her boss had come around the corner.

Matt Turner had been a mediator for a little more than ten years, quite successful at his job. The law firm that employed him paid him well for his talent. For him, the only down side was having to train the newbies every couple years.

Matt looked at Tracy, his current dead weight. She was a real mess. She could express herself beautifully in letters, legal documents, and emails, but couldn’t say more than five words to a client without stammering or saying something awkward. How she even got through college was beyond him.

Tracy had said something as he was walking by her office, so he stopped to see what she had said.

“Nothing, Matt, I was just talking to myself. By the way, you did a great job in there with the Petersons. I was sure they were going to delay into another appointment.”

“Thanks, Tracy. I appreciate your help with their situation. You make my job just a little bit easier.” He lied. While it was nice to have a gopher to get you legal information and paperwork, he really felt like she slowed him down more than helping him.

“I would love to show you just how much easier I can make your job,” said Tracy. She had no idea where that statement came from.

“Er, OK. We can talk about it sometime, but not today.”

“There’s talk and then there’s action. I’m ready for action, Matt. Are you?” Tracy had to turn in her chair and cover her mouth. What was she saying?

“Uh, yes?” Matt was confused. Was Tracy coming onto him? “During the week. See me during the week,” he stepped back.

Tracy muttered, “I’d like to see a whole lot more of you, and soon.” Tracy covered her mouth again, finding herself on the verge of tears.

“You treat me so well, Matt. I think it’s time I treat you in kind.” Tracy found herself standing. She walked over to her stunned boss, dropped to her knees in front of him, and put her hand on his crotch.

“I see where your real talents lie,” she said. Her sultry voice and sudden change had Matt growing inside his pants. Inside, Tracy wanted to scream, terrified from her sudden loss of control.

She fiddled with the zipper and slowly brought the slider to the bottom. Putting her hand inside the gap, she could feel his throbbing erection inside his shorts. She found the flap to his boxers, and fished out his stiff dick.

Tracy was mortified. She wasn’t sure what was happening to her. She was about to put Matt’s juicy prick in her mouth when she regained just enough control to get up and run to her office door. She looked back, and saw the confusion on Matt’s face.

“I’m sorry, it was a mistake!” She slammed the door and locked it.

Tracy was crying now. She couldn’t help but wonder why she was saying these things and acting this way. Inside, it felt like she could do or say anything she wanted, but found the new freedom scary. She was not in control, and she wanted to know why.

She thought about the subliminals. The email has said to listen to all three before expecting the correct results. Maybe something in her brain was going haywire because she hadn’t finished all three songs. She absolutely had to get home and finish them. She plugged in her MP3 player copying the files over, logged off the computer, and sprinted to the car. Matt was sitting in his office, dumbfounded.

Knowing how relaxed she had been while listening to the first song, she figured it wouldn’t be a good idea to listen to the MP3 while driving. But she was feeling compelled to listen. It was a building need within her. She reasoned that she must be eager to complete the course and get rid of this problem. So she popped in the ear buds and played the file marked ‘Second.’

* * *

Tracy was startled awake.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit! What happened?”

She looked around. She was in her car, still. She was parked at what appeared to be the mall about five minutes from her office. She couldn’t remember driving there. Noticing the ear buds were still in, she pulled them out and looked at her MP3 player. The twelve minute song had played and finished. It was a miracle she had parked the car instead of getting in an accident.

She also felt refreshed. Excited, even. She felt so invigorated. And she was even a little horny for some reason.

She decided to walk off the while experience inside the mall.

She walked around the mall, stopping a few times to look at some blouse or skirt in the window. She’d never had the notion to wear anything quite so revealing. Baggy and professional clothing was the usual choice. The clothing that was catching her attention was... cute. Sexy. Freeing. By the fourth store, she found a tight little mini-skirt and a sheer floral-patterned blouse with a sexy neck line. She also found a pair of attractive heels to match—as well as the cutest bra and pantie combination. She bought it all—no regrets and without hesitation. She was so eager to wear them that she changed clothes in the mall bathroom.

Admiring herself in the mirror, she decided her hair needed help. She wasn’t sure if there was a salon at the mall, so she undid her hair and tousled it out a bit. It actually looked pretty good.

“No,” she said to herself. “It’s fucking hot!”

Tracy’s horniness was getting the best of her. She’d never felt this alive, nor this randy. She found her way to the nearest stall, locked herself in, and shucked off her panties. Within seconds, she buried her fingers deep into her dripping cunt, pistoning in and out. With a burning need, she brought her other hand to her mouth to wet her fingers. Soon, she was playing with her clit with a moistened finger. The sensation of her fingers thrusting in and out of her, and the light tickle teasing her clit, sent her right over the edge. Tracy had the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced.

She cleaned up, fixed her clothes, and flushed the toilet. After opening the door, though, she came out to two women applying make up. They were smoking hot, she thought to herself. Tracy had never had a single thought about the sexiness of another woman, but here she found herself checking out two very hot babes.

“You must be having a good day, girl,” one said with a wink.

The other chuckled, “wish I could come like that. Damn.”

Tracy couldn’t help but wonder what she would need to do to make the second girl come as she had. But the thought was unfamiliar and unsettling. There was something not quite right, and she needed to leave. She needed to get out of the bathroom and out of the mall. Home. She needed to get home. Tracy needed to finish the last MP3 before her incomplete subliminals made her do something even more stupid.

Tracy walked as fast as she could in unfamiliar heels. She was nearing the door where she had entered when a couple of teenage boys, probably about seventeen, whistled at her.

How dare they, she thought to herself. Those little pricks.

“You like what you see, boys?” Tracy said before covering her mouth. She realized that was doing it again—talking and acting weird. She felt the unfamiliar confidence to tell the kids to fuck off, but could only make suggestive and sexual remarks.

“Yes, we do. You’re so fucking hot.” A boy with long, blond, messy hair eyed her legs.

“I’d fuck you so hard, lady,” the other teen added.

Tracy was so ready to tell these kids off.

“Then prove it,” she said. Tracy had a feeling of pure panic inside.

As the boys stood up, each of them went to one side of her.

“Let’s go to my van, bitch, so we can fuck,” said the first teen.

“I can’t wait to have your cock in my tight pussy, stud,” responded Tracy.

She wanted to run away. But the need between her legs had come back, with a vengeance, and she was no longer in control of her own actions. As the boys led her to their van, she couldn’t find the will to turn around and leave.

Once at the van, Tracy noted that it was one of those older conversion vans. It was worn down a bit, but in decent shape. As the doors opened, she noted the back had been turned into a bed. Her heart was racing, knowing that she couldn’t stop what was about to happen.

“First things first, boys. Get those dicks out so I can suck on them.”

Tracy climbed up inside the van. She quickly removed her blouse and skirt, then pulled off her bra and panties. She left the heels on, cause she looked good that way. She was dripping wet, but badly wanted to taste the boys’ cocks. The boys whipped out their already raging hard-ons, climbed inside the van, and shut the doors.

Each teen crawled up to Tracy’s head and presented their cocks to her. Inside, she was screaming to leave. Outside, she was licking her lips in anticipation. She could see the precum at the tips of their cocks. The need was intense. She grabbed both, and started licking the side of the other teen’s cock first. Inside, she thought to herself that she’d never had a penis in her hand, let alone her mouth. Outwardly, she burned with desire, and those cocks were the only way to satiate her need.

She alternated between each dick, giving one of the young men a tug job while she inhaled the other. Soon, the emptiness inside her pussy was too much to handle.

Pointing to the second teen, “you—go fuck my pussy, PLEASE!” She returned her attentions to the other kid’s cock, taking it as far down her throat as possible. Within moments, she felt the head of the other’s cock at her opening. She pushed her body down slightly, trying to get the thing inside. But the teen would have nothing of it. He held down Tracy’s hips, and slowly started to work his way inside her.

“Fuck, bro, she’s TIGHT,” he said to the other.

Tracy pulled the cock out for a moment.

“That’s probably because it’s my first time, now stop teasing me and start fucking me!”

That was all the long-haired kid needed to hear. He came, rope after rope of his seed covering Tracy’s face. The smell of the cum was so enticing that Tracy couldn’t help but use her fingers to slide the cum into her mouth. The taste was divine.

The second teen had started thrusting full-bore, tearing her pussy open with his hard cock. Inside, Tracy was mortified that he’d soon be coming. But she was only a passenger in this experience. She started bucking her hips and tightening her pussy to get the guy to come. Within a couple minutes, he started shaking. His eyes rolled up, his mouth opened, and spurt after spurt went into Tracy’s eager pussy. After a few seconds, the teen pulled out and fell to the side of the van. As the guy passed out, Tracy crawled over and cleaned off his softening cock.

Five minutes later, the teenage boys spent and unable to get hard again (despite Tracy’s best efforts), Tracy dressed and got out of the van. She found her car nearby, got inside, and drove off.

* * *

“Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.” Tracy was at a loss. She had absolutely no intention of having sex with a couple teenage boys. But she had to admit, it felt wonderful. And their cum was amazing. It tasted like nothing she’d ever had before.

Tracy was half freaked out, and half exhausted driving home. But she made it. Best of all, she made it without having to listen to the third MP3 yet. But it was time. She had to listen to it. She had to get control of her life. Listening to the first two MP3s had obviously fried her brain. Now it was time to fix it.

She changed out of her new clothes, preferring a simple T-shirt and shorts to get comfortable. Plopping down in front of the computer, she pulled up the email. After downloading the three files to her desktop, she turned up the volume on the speaker and played the file marked ‘Third.’

She woke up to banging on her door. She looked at the computer screen. The fifteen minute song had played, but who knew how long she had been asleep. On the other hand, she felt absolutely amazing. She felt like she was ready to do anything. She felt better—in control of her mind and body. But the banging at the door was breaking her euphoria.

She looked through the peephole. It was Suzy, her best friend. She quickly opened the door.

“Girl, I was banging out there for five minutes! And why didn’t you answer my call?”

“Sorry, I fell asleep. What’s up?”

“Tracy, it’s Saturday night, neither of us have dates, and our favorite show is already on. We do this pretty much every week, remember?”

Tracy watched as her friend bounded to the TV. Suzy’s pert ass wiggled as she skipped around the room looking for the remote. Her tits bounced with each movement. It was typical of each of them to be comfortable enough to dressed comfortably, even without a bra. But now Tracy found herself grateful for their casual state of dress. Tracy was lusting hard for her best friend.

She walked to the bedroom. Something was wrong, she reasoned. The subliminals messed up again, somehow. The only thing that has worked the new feeling of being able to do anything. She knew that she was no longer bound by her social awkwardness. But every time she wanted to say something, all that came out was something that led to sex.

She sat down in front of the computer and opened the email from the subliminal company. She clicked on their web link, hoping to find some answers. Instead of answers, she came across the promises she had read earlier.

Holy shit, she thought to herself.

‘Learn how to give head, find sexual excitement, be alert and attentive to the needs of those around you, find harmony among the many sexual aspects of your life, and ultimately believe that you can do anything for anyone.’

Tracy took a moment to let it sink in. How did she miss the wording? How did she screw up this much?

She took a few minutes to try and find a way of contacting the company. There was nothing. The only thing you could do was order the first three songs, or buy new ones. The additional titles included ‘Become versed in every sexual position’ as well as ‘Anal and loving it.’

Tracy’s heart sank. What was she going to do?

Closing her eyes, she thought for a moment, trying to clear her mind. The silence embraced her. Deep inside, she found her answer.

Tracy stood up and walked to the living room. There, she found Suzy hanging out on the couch, legs hanging casually. Tracy walked up to Suzy, put her hand on her mound, and assaulted her mouth with her tongue. At first, Suzy tried to pull away, but Tracy had her pinned down. As Tracy slid her hand inside Suzy’s shorts, rubbing the tip of her finger across her clit, Suzy stopped fighting and gradually started kissing back.

After making out for a couple minutes, Tracy took hold of Suzy’s shorts and panties, and pulled them off. She immediately opened Suzy’s legs and dived in with her tongue. Suzy was about to say something, but stopped when the most intense sensation came across her clit: her best friend eating her out.

Suzy pulled off her own T-shirt and then managed to get Tracy’s off. Tracy slid off her shorts, pushed Suzy onto the couch, and mounted her dripping snatch onto Suzy’s face. The two writhed with building orgasms in a perfect 69. Tracy even managed to use her thumb to fuck Suzy’s cunt while she nibbled on the girl’s clit. Suzy wet a finger in Tracy’s snatch and popped it into Tracy’s ass. The two couldn’t hold back any longer, coming simultaneously.

Spent and laying entwined on the couch, the two laid there for some time. Finally, it was Tracy who pulled away, and sat down next to her friend. Suzy looked at Tracy.

“Trace, what just happened?”

“We ate each other out until we came.”

“Well, I know THAT. What made you jump me? I’m not into girls. Hell, you’re not either, as far as I’ve always known. Right?”

“I am now. I’m into everything. I’ll take a cock or a tongue any time, in any hole, in any place.” Tracy didn’t cover her mouth this time. She was proud of her new found sexuality.

“Shit, girl. Have you always been this way? Don’t get me wrong, I’m... not... you know. It was just, wow. It felt so good. I didn’t want to stop. I almost wish you’d done that years ago.”

“I only today realized how much I want to fuck and suck everything. I listened to music that freed my mind, which in turn, freed my pussy. It’s the most wonderful feeling.”

“What are you talking about?” asked Suzy. “You listened to something?”

“Come with me to the bedroom and I’ll let you have a listen.”