The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter 1

“Well this film sucks,” groaned Jill. She turned to her friend.

“Yeah,” Sarah had to agree, “I mean, who’d have thought a film with Brad Pitt in it could be so boring.” She switched off the movie and the TV.

“It is about baseball,” observed Jill, “What were you expecting?” Sarah shrugged but inside she was thrilled. Everything was going as planned. Soon, she could only hope, she’d unleash all the passion of three years of unrequited love for her neighbour and childhood best friend. Since puberty, being Jill’s BFF had stopped being enough for Sarah. Ever since the age of 15 she’d held a burning torch for her delectable friend, and now she finally had a plan to achieve her longstanding goal of making love to Jill.

“So what are we gonna do instead?” Jill continued, blissfully unaware of Sarah’s nefarious scheming. She was achingly attractive. 5′9″ of African American sweetheart with long, straightened dark hair, intense brown, almost black, eyes, and a body which was a lean, curvy cross between beach bunny and triathlete. Despite her exercise she still had the high, broad ass and pert, full breasts of her Caribbean mother, which she’d grudgingly come to admit were pretty shapely. She didn’t care about shapely. She was more into her swimming, cycling and running, getting into college on a sports scholarship.

Sarah, on the other hand, was much more of a bookworm, though that wasn’t to say that she wasn’t pretty. But Sarah was genius level smart, or so it seemed, and was a quintessential nerd, with thick, black rimmed glasses that didn’t suit her. Sarah was mousy, timid and rarely sure of herself. This was a pity as, beneath the glasses and baggy clothes, was a prim, beautiful body and an impish face framed by dirty blond hair that would’ve been excessively attractive if she’d had a level of confidence that matched her brains.

“How’s about we play a game?” wondered Sarah, swinging round to face her best friend. She’d invited Jill over that evening on the basis of a Brad Pitt film and popcorn with no parents or siblings to disturb them, but she’d deliberately selected a movie she knew neither of them would like. Now, at just nine o’clock, she expected Jill would want to do something else. And her African American friend was usually up for just about anything.

“What kind of game?” asked Jill, little realising just what Sarah planned. She looked around the room and smiled at her friend. Sarah was such a geek! The posters on her wall were of scientists and their famous quotes. Everything was so neat and tidy, quite unlike the bombsite that was Jill’s bedroom. And Sarah’s clothes! All she ever wore was thick leggings, long skirts and baggy blouses. She looked like she’d been dressed by a colour-blind Mormon.

Although she did look really cute now, in a sleek, lacy, white baby doll nightgown that showed off her petite but wonderful body. Jill had found herself glancing at her friend throughout the movie. In the revealing, expensive gown Sarah looked hot! Yes she wasn’t the tallest, but her body had hardly a trace of excess weight on it yet, despite that, her breasts were surprisingly full while her legs were slim and led up to a perfect, petite ass that was occasionally on display encased in thin, pink panties visible whenever she stood up.

Jill shook her head slightly to clear that thought away. She wasn’t sure why she kept looking at Sarah’s legs and chest, and she suspected it would freak her friend out to know she was doing so. For herself she was dressed in her usual minimalist training shorts and tight white T-shirt. Jill had always hated her body, which had always been tall and gangly, thanks to her Irish American father, right up to the point where it had filled out and become fleshy, in one or two specific places, and hard to manage, all thanks to her mother.

By that point Jill had long since settled on an adolescence of athletic and academic pursuits, partly in order to pay her way through college but more because she’d wanted to change her physical appearance, first from the wisp like rake she’d been as a girl, and later to thin out the natural curviness she’d developed as a young woman. Neither attempt had been successful, giving her a share of both worlds: voluptuous hips and chest combined with the legs and tummy of an athlete. Jill hated the combination. Everyone else just drooled!

“Well,” Sarah had to be careful to keep her tone level, and to stop herself from drinking in Jill’s achingly long legs, or the strain her braless breasts made on her tight white T-shirt, “I’ve been studying up on some psychology.”

“Fascinating,” reflected Jill dryly, “Another extracurricular course?” Sarah blushed slightly.

“Yeah I suppose,” she admitted, “Me and Ms Luré were talking about it a few weeks ago and the subject just sort of came up.” Jill raised her eyebrows mockingly. She knew the young teacher well. Ms Luré appeared much like the beautiful athlete—statuesque with a killer figure, albeit the teacher was Caucasian with fiery red hair, though rumour had it she dyed it away from her natural platinum blonde colour. Ms Luré had long taken both girls under her wing, along with the other particularly gifted seniors at high school, but she’d been particularly focussed on Sarah, endeavouring to help the petite blond maximise her potential. Or something like that. Regardless she spent a lot of time with Jill’s best friend.

“You just happened to be talking about psychology?” Jill wondered, “And now I bet you’ve read at least ten books on it and have discussed it in depth with Ms Lure-ay to the point where you know more about it than she does. Gosh Sarah, you’ve been spending so much time with that teacher it’s a wonder I recognise you! I’m almost jealous.”

“Hey!” Sarah was quick to bristle at the gentle teasing, as much because she was terrified that Jill might read more into the situation than Sarah wanted her to, “She’s just helping me get ready for college. Not all of us can waltz in on a sports scholarship and being good at math.”

“I’m only joking with you,” smiled Jill, a consummate expert at getting a rise out of her friend, who always looked so cute when she was angry, “But I’m right, aren’t I? You’ve read a dozen books on psychology and know more about it than Ms Lure-ay?” She always emphasised the second syllable of their teacher’s name, and Sarah had given up trying to soften Jill’s enunciation of the word.

“Seven,” admitted Sarah, “But Ms Luré still has lots to teach me about that, at least. She studied psychology at uni so she’s much more knowledgeable about it than I am. She was the one who told me about this thing I want to try with you.”

“Really?” wondered Jill, surprised that the teacher would’ve taught something so trivial as a game to Sarah, “What does it involve?”

“It’s amazing!” enthused Sarah, eager to get back on topic, “It’s a relaxation game. It really helps you focus. Since Ms Luré showed me how to do it I’ve been able to get a lot more work done.” Jill resisted the obvious joke, reflecting that if Sarah ever got ‘a lot more work done’ she’d end up knowing everything there was to know from books by the age of 25! But she was intrigued. Her own studies, though hardly slacking, were becoming increasingly difficult and frustrating. Any simple technique to help her focus could be very helpful.

Sarah, for her part, was filled with a mixture of fear and anticipation. She’d held a torch for her friend for so long and now a chance conversation with her teacher, Ms Luré, had led her to the extraordinary decision to try and hypnotise Jill into being her lover! Sarah wasn’t sure it was possible. All she knew was that the thought of hypnotising Jill had become all she could think about and it made her as wet as October, just as wet as she got when she remembered hypnotising herself.

“So what is it?” Jill asked. Sarah’s smile was ear to ear, and she struggled to contain her excitement as she said:

“It’s this technique where you set a metronome ticking,” Sarah explained, moving over to her desk and retrieving the device, “You get yourself comfortable and you look into it. Then I speak to you slowly and help you relax. After a while you can do it yourself, without my help.” Jill was confused.

“I’m confused,” she said, “What is this exactly?”

“It’s hypnosis,” Sarah did well to hide the passion in her voice, “I’m going to help you hypnotise yourself. You can then use the technique to help with your focus.” And she could use the technique to help fulfil her desperate desire for Jill, Sarah didn’t add.

“Hypnosis? That’s bogus!” Jill was not impressed.

“Oh yeah?” challenged Sarah, “Well prove it! Watch the metronome, listen to me speak to you. And if you get hypnotised I get to say I told you so. If you don’t, you get to say you were right. Deal?”

“Sure whatever,” Jill still wasn’t very impressed, but she was prepared to indulge her friend. And she did love teasing Sarah when the brunette’s attempts at experiments went a little wrong. For her part Sarah was desperately trying to hold onto her coolness. She was doing it! She was actually going to do it! Now all she needed was to succeed and for that she needed to keep calm. She had to force herself to relax, to hide her excitement.

She returned to the bed carrying the metronome from her bedside table and set it down between Jill and herself. The lighting in the room was all set up as she needed it to be—dim enough to encourage sleep but not so dark as to make it hard to see. Jill got into position, cross legged, just in front of the metronome as Sarah sat opposite her. Finally Sarah started her induction, under the guise of explaining a few final ground rules as she started the device ticking.

TICK. TICK. TICK. TICK. TICK. TICK. TICK. TICK.

“Ok,” she began, “I want you to stare at the metronome. Just keep your eyes on it. Relax your posture, and listen to it. Don’t ask anything and please don’t try to speak as you watch the pendulum swinging from side to side and listen to the ticking. Tick, tick, tick. Just feel yourself relax and calm down as you listen to the ticking. Tick, tick, tick. With each tick you find the outside world receding. All your attention is on the ticking pendulum.”

Jill was looking at the metronome and she wasn’t deliberately trying to distract herself. But rather than feeling herself slip into a trance the beginnings of a headache was nagging at her. This was stupid! Hypnosis was a complete joke. A few planted volunteers at stage shows plus a bunch of clearly faked clips on YouTube did not make anything about it any more real than magic tricks. This was silly. But she was prepared to indulge her friend, at least for a short while longer, and continued gazing intently at the ticking device.

Sarah, for her part, was wildly excited. Jill was staring at the metronome, just as Sarah had told her to do, and her friend’s face seemed to be getting slacker and her expression more dazed. Was she slipping under? Sarah couldn’t be sure. She remembered what it was like. Watching the metronome, or the pocket watch, swinging back and forth in front of you, letting your consciousness slide away as you focussed on just the one thing. God it was hot, slipping under!

“Just keep staring at the ticking metronome,” Sarah continued, her eyes easily resting on the shiny hand as it swung regularly from side to side, following it left and right and left and right with each TICK, TICK, TICK, “Feel your stress melt away as your mind relaxes, no thoughts to distract you. All your worries just disappear as you focus your tired eyes on the ticking arm of the hypnotic metronome.”

TICK. TICK. TICK. TICK. TICK. TICK. TICK. TICK. It was hard for Sarah not to focus on that herself, that and what she was saying. She remembered hypnotising herself, after she’d been shown how easy it was. Just keeping her eyes focussed on something as she whispered to herself how she was slipping under. It made her boil up inside just to think about it! That awesome sense of giving yourself over to that power, surrendering to the erotic supremacy of hypnosis. TICK. TICK. TICK. TICK. TICK. TICK. TICK. TICK.

“Keep staring, your eyes following each tick, from left to right to left... to right......” Sarah’s eyes started to flutter slightly and she had to stifle a yawn as she felt her mind drifting into... Oh no! For a moment Sarah had been staring so intently at the metronome she’d started to slip under! That would be catastrophic. She was trying to hypnotise Jill, not be hypnotised herself. Yet now that she realised she was in danger of becoming mesmerised, it was so difficult for Sarah to resist the sensual lure of trance.

“Listening to the slow, regular ticking in your mind,” she muttered, voice more monotonous and droning than soft and seductive, “Eyes following the ticking arm from left... to right... to... left.....” Sarah’s mind had become very adept at slipping into trance, and her libido had come to yearn for it! That sexual surrender to the power of hypnosis was a powerful stimulant between her legs. Already her pussy was moist at the mere possibility of letting herself slip under, her nipples turning hard and quivering slightly at the thought. She had to continue her induction.

“Tick, tick, tick,” she continued, her voice slowing and becoming quieter, “Just keep your eyes on the metronome, watch it ticking away, left to right to left to right... Your eyes are becoming so heavy just watching it... You’re feeling so sleepy...... It’s so hard to keep your eyes open......... You’re staring at the metronome, listening to it tick, tick, tick away............ It’s sucking you in............... You’re drifting off to sleep.................. Your eyes are closing..................... You are becoming hypnotised........................ Your eyes are shutting........................... now.”

With that Sarah’s eyes shut and her head slumped forwards onto her chest, silent and unmoving save for her slow, deep breathing. As Sarah stopped speaking Jill peered up from the metronome and looked at her friend. Her puzzlement lasted all of five seconds before she realised what must’ve happened. Reaching out she stopped the metronome. Sarah remained in whatever trance she’d managed to put herself into. Jill was shocked, then amazed, and finally very amused. She decided to have some fun with her best friend.

“Sarah,” she whispered, in her most seductive voice, fancying herself a latter day Svengali, “Are you hypnotised?”

“Yes,” breathed her petite blond friend.

“And does that mean you have to do whatever I tell you?” wondered Jill. Sarah’s subconscious considered this. Having read up on psychology and hypnotism she knew the limitations of the technique. But as someone suffering a fully fledged raving hypno-fetish her mind wasn’t filled with bookish considerations. She craved the power of entrancing someone, just as she relished surrendering control.

“Yes,” she breathed, a slight moan to her voice, one that Jill heard.

“Sarah,” she giggled, “Are you really turned on right now?”

“Yes...!” squeaked Sarah.

“Oh god!” Jill was amazed, and more than a little thrilled, “Hypnosis turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.” Sarah couldn’t help but answer. Even though a part of her knew she didn’t have to do any of this, a much greater part felt so aroused at surrendering to Jill she couldn’t help but answer all questions truthfully and do everything she was commanded. Even if it was the last thing she wanted to admit...

“So why did you want to hypnotise me?” Jill wondered.

“I wanted to hypnotise you into loving me,” answered Sarah. Jill was gobsmacked.

“What?” she gasped, “How long have you felt this way?”

“I’ve yearned for you ever since we spent that summer together at camp, sharing a bed.” Sarah’s voice was slow and monotonous as she related her deepest darkest secrets.

“Really?” Jill wasn’t sure how to respond, “Wow!” she muttered looking away. Wow was right. Cute little Sarah, her geeky best friend, had held a torch all this time! And she’d wanted to hypnotise Jill into loving her, which presumably meant making love to her. And now she was hypnotised and apparently under Jill’s complete control. That was... really hot! For the first time in her life, Jill felt a wave of arousal for another human being surge through her.

She had never been with a guy, never even kissed one in all her 18 years, despite her incredible beauty. The colour of her skin at the predominantly Caucasian school she and Sarah attended meant that most of the guys there weren’t interested in her, at least at first, and she’d always found that there was something about men that just repulsed her. Only it had never occurred to the young woman what that might mean instead. But as she looked at the entranced features of her best friend Jill felt an incredible sense of desire. Her body wanted Sarah to touch her and kiss her in all the places she’d only heard about being touched and kissed. She wanted it bad.

“Sarah,” she announced, “Stand up away from the bed.” Sarah did so, her movements robotic and hesitant. Somehow that just made it all the sexier.

“I want you to open your eyes but remain hypnotised,” Jill ordered, “Can you do that?”

“Yes,” breathed Sarah. Her eyes flickered open and focussed on Jill, who moved over to the side of the bed, sitting right in front of her hypnotised friend.

“Look at me,” instructed the athlete, “Do you want me, Sarah?”

“Yes!” moaned Sarah, and she gasped as Jill reached up to her own breasts and began massaging them through her white blouse.

“Would you like to see these?” asked Jill, feeling her nipples swell up and chafe under her touch, like they did when she was running in the cold. But this wasn’t uncomfortable. This felt incredible.

“Oh yes!” Sarah’s legs were shaking. She was quivering in anticipation!

“Then look but do not touch,” said Jill, sliding her top off. Her pert breasts swung free, her medium sized nipples puckering up to the size of her fingertips, turning almost black against her brown skin. Sarah’s eyes widened as she gaped at the wondrous sight. Jill smiled naughtily, predatorily. Oh-kay. This was getting interesting!

“Do you like my breasts, Sarah?” she wondered.

“Oh yes!” moaned the brunette, her hands rising up involuntarily to the object of her desire.

“Don’t touch!” snapped Jill, with mock severity, “I haven’t allowed you yet.” Sarah’s hands instantly dropped to her sides, but a look of longing, of yearning, appeared on her face. It made Jill wet to see it!

“In fact,” continued Jill, “Since I’m showing you my body, I think it’s only fair that I get to see yours. I want you to take off your clothes, but do it slowly, sexily. Can you do that?”

“Yes,” replied Sarah, surprising Jill. She’d expected Sarah to be coy about showing off her body. Instead the blonde seemed happy, even at home with the concept. She stepped back, swinging her hips from side to side, her eyes fixed on Jill until she spun round slowly, bending over forwards, causing her nightgown to ride up her legs to her back and show off a great ass which wiggled seductively from side to side.

Jill was captivated by the sight and reached out to feel the slim, muscular cheeks of Sarah’s bottom. The instant she touched it she felt her arousal surge again and brought both hands up, squeezing both cheeks and feeling Sarah push back against her, encouraging the contact. Until Sarah suddenly spun away to fix Jill with a naughty gaze as she pinched the straps of her clothes and began to tease her nightgown down to the floor.

Underneath her petite, trim body was encased in a pink satin bra and panties combination that was cuteness personified. She pushed towards Jill, who was transfixed by the sight and could only sit on the side of the bed as she felt Sarah push her surprisingly full breasts into her friend’s face. Gasping, Jill kissed the pliant, quivering tissue, making Sarah moan. It felt wonderful, but the athlete wanted more. She reached round to try and unclasp the bra.

Sarah’s chest was revealed. Her breasts were just so full and pert and soft and amazing! Jill had never viewed anything quite like them before. Between her thighs there was an intense warm jet of fluid. God, she was turned on! So very turned on! She reached up and squeezed Sarah’s breasts, trapping the blonde’s large nipples between her thumb and index fingers. The already swollen teat hardened beneath her touch. Sarah moaned appreciably.

“Oh God...!” whined Jill. Intense feelings were surging through her body. She’d never experienced anything like this before and a big part of her was scared. But with Sarah hypnotised, and clearly eager to love the athlete anyway, the thoughts of caution fell away.

“Suh... Sarah?” she stammered, “Can you... make me cum?”

“Yesssss...!” breathed the girl eagerly and, without waiting for another word, she pushed forwards against Jill, pressing her breasts against the blonde’s face and forcing Jill back onto her back. The sporty schoolgirl allowed her T shirt to be slid up and off her body and was thrilled at how easily Sarah removed the stifling sports bra underneath. The brunette wasted little time before playing with her lover’s nipples.

“NUAH!” gasped Jill. It felt so good! Sarah was squeezing and rubbing and licking and sucking and doing so much more to Jill’s small but incredibly hard nipples, and it felt beyond amazing.

“HUOH GOD!” she whined, spasms of arousal coalescing between her thighs. Suitably encouraged, Sarah slid down the bed, taking Jill’s shorts and panties in one practised movement as she came to rest with her face between the athlete’s beautiful long legs. Jill had no idea what to expect. The thought of another girl kissing her down there was a bit weird and sheeeeeheeee... oooooohhh guoddaaaaaagh!

“!” she gasped. The feeling was electrifying! And Sarah only seemed to be playing with her, placing slow, sensuous kisses on Jill’s thighs and only gently brushing against the African American girl’s engorged lips.

“Oh God Sarah!” moaned the athlete, “Please!” Sarah did as she was asked, leaning forwards and delicately placing her tongue over the swollen button at the top of Jill’s pussy. The girl gasped and shrieked momentarily. It felt so intense! But sooo good! Suitably encouraged, Sarah began to kiss and lick Jill more aggressively, using her tongue and lips and mouth to tease and arouse that tender swollen button in ways marked JOY for Jill.

Inadvertently the athlete found herself flopping back, hands alternating between aggressively squeezing her nipples and reaching out to pull Sarah’s head even closer. She wanted more! The blonde read her friend’s desperation and gave it to her, bringing two fingers up and gently playing with the edges of Jill’s pussy. The athlete shuddered. It felt dangerously intense, but Sarah’s slow, gentle approach meant that Jill began to relax, accommodating her lover’s fingers.

“HOH GODDD!” she gasped. Sarah began to pump her hand as her ministration to Jill’s button became more intense. The initial sense of intensity, of near violation Jill had felt almost immediately gave way to a stunningly powerful arousal. This felt soooo gooood! She wanted more! Faster! Harder! Oh God! What was this feeling surging from deep inside of her? It felt like she was about to explode... She was cumming! Cumming! CUMMING! CUMMING HER BRAINS OUT!

“YEEEEAAAAAASSSSS!” she wailed, “HAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS SAAAAARRRAAAAAHH!” As Jill’s climax detonated spectacularly Sarah continued to stimulate her friend, before she too seemed to explode in orgasm. But she kept up the constant expert attention to Jill’s body until, belatedly, Jill’s thighs closed down and she gently pushed Sarah away. She couldn’t handle much more! Sarah stood and moved onto the bed, before effectively falling forwards onto her face, almost like she’d fainted. But it wasn’t that. Jill looked at her friend and realised Sarah had descended back into trance again! Ok. This was a pretty strange situation.