The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jess:

loved the thing about the bullfrog!!! :D must be what happens after jess’ friend messes with us haha

The message Jess had sent me last night was still there when I woke up around eleven.

Her idea made a certain amount of sense, from a story perspective. First we get told that we have to get stronger, then we get a tool for getting stronger. I liked it, anyway. I got up, went to the shower, and tried to decide on lunch while standing in the cool spray. That’s when an idea hit me, and as I was drying off, I grabbed my phone and started texting.

Priya:

Thanks! Want to do lunch? My treat.

I figured I could grab a couple meals from the local sandwich shop and drop one by Jess’ door. But to my surprise, as I pulled a t-shirt on, I received a rejection text.

Jess:

sorry Water-Bearer cant do it today but love a rain check!! you wanna come by tonight same as the rest of the week even though you’re not working??

I thought about my reply as I dressed, deciding to just slip on a blue knee-length skirt with the shirt; I’d save the sari for later.

Priya:

Sure, what time? Should I come by earlier than usual?

Jess:

anytime after one ^^

I couldn’t help but hear those words with a giggle behind them. It was kind of a silly thing to say, anyway, to invite someone to come by and sit outside at one in the morning. I texted back, a bit giddy.

Priya:

Remember I’m coming from the other side of the road!

I opened the web browser and called up the page for the sandwich shop. Lunch for just one, but I could still enjoy it. Once my order was finished, I got ready to go out. I thought, as I was pulling on my shoes, that my phone made a noise to tell me about another text message, but when I checked there was nothing there. It was a bit of an odd feeling, perhaps anticipating Jess’ reply so much that I was hearing things. I slipped the offending device in my purse and headed out to the street.

It was nice being out during the day, with no agenda other than lunch. Instead of running back up to my apartment, I sat out in the park and got a little sun as I ate, watching the world go by. As I finished the first half of my sandwich, I heard the text notification go off again, and again there was nothing there. Odd that it would happen at all, let alone twice in one day; maybe I just wasn’t getting enough sleep. Certainly I’d gone to bed later than usual every day of the past week, that must have had something to do with it.

It was a beautiful day, and I relaxed on the bench, leaning back and looking up at the sky. I imagined sitting in the forest after what I had come to refer to as “The Bullfrog Incident,” taking a breath, staring at the canopy, watching the leaves float in the gentle breeze. Both of us tired out, Jess slipping over to sit next to me, her hand in mine.

“How are you enjoying the adventure?”

That was a good question. The blue of the sky was obscured by imagined branches and the brilliant vision of leaves all swaying in the breeze. The breeze, at least, was real; I could feel it on my face and hands, feel it making my skirt flutter. I knew those swaying trees and the body sitting next to mine were products of my imagination, but that didn’t stop them from feeling real.

When I had been writing, daydreaming, making up characters, stories, and worlds, this was how I often felt. Putting myself in new places and times, digging in deep, trying to see, hear, feel what they must have been like. It was nice to have someone sitting there to experience it all with me, even if she wasn’t real either. I shifted my hand on the park bench, but in my mind I was taking tighter hold of Jess and squeezing.

“Your ‘friend’ said that we need to be a lot stronger to deal with the sorcerer,” I said to the open air. Self-consciously, I checked the area around to make sure that no one could hear me. I was alone.

Letting myself drift back into fantasy, I felt the imagined hand in mine squeeze gently. “Now we have the bullfrog,” I heard Jess say. “You can use that to blow away anyone who threatens you.”

“But the moment I see the flower petals...”

And the Jess pressed close against me, her body turned against mine. “No fear, champion,” she whispered in my ear.

I shivered. Something deeper, more profound than nerves settled into the pit of my stomach. I needed to get home. The sun was lovely and the breeze beautiful, but I wanted to be at home right then. To be alone—or not alone, but I couldn’t be with Jess directly, so that was the nearest option.

It wasn’t far, only a few minutes, and I felt Jess’ hand in mine the whole way. I walked as quickly as I could without breaking into a full-on jog, and scrambled up the stairs. My phone beeped again with text message notifications, I wasn’t sure how many times, as I made my way up to the apartment, and at least once more as I kicked off my shoes.

“Fine!” I shouted, pulling the offending device from my purse. “What is it?”

Two messages from Jess. One from my friend Cole, who had been out of town for the last few weeks, so that was nice. I shimmied out of my skirt as I opened the message from Jess.

Jess:

great, see you at one!! :)

Eleven hours to prepare. Eleven hours to write a good story to tell. The bra came off. What would the sprite say to the Water-Bearer? What could she possibly do that would match what was in my mind? I flipped open the message from Cole.

Cole:

Back in town finally! Wanna hang tomorrow? if you’re still not working Mondays?

I could have my lunch date tomorrow. And other things, if Cole was still up for ... As my skirt fluttered to the ground, I marvelled at how horny I had to be; Cole and I hadn’t exercised the ‘benefits’ part of our FWB arrangement for months, almost a year, despite being close pals for much of that time. The sprite had me all out of sorts. I typed out a quick reply; one in the afternoon seemed like an appropriate time.

I looked at the phone again. I could have sworn there were more notifications than that, but my phone disagreed, and who was I to argue? I slipped my panties off and practically dove into bed.

Jess’ imagined hand pressed into mine, her fantasized body push close to my side. “How are you enjoying the adventure?” Her nakedness was a delight to behold, soft and small, and in my mind it wasn’t my hand pressing between my legs but hers.

Three times in two days. Twice in twelve hours. Twice a week was unusually frequent for me, and yet... I closed my eyes, but the image of her blue irises remained, boring into mine as her hand found the most sensitive places to make me moan and sigh and gasp. I didn’t care about the neighbours, at that point, just about getting off. There was a raw, almost animalistic need within me, and the sprite’s sunlit personality was driving it on in ways I couldn’t have imagined. The primal spirit, pushing my primal urges ever forward. Maybe this was what the women of the Water-Bearer’s village spoke of in hushed tones, people taken away by the sprites for sex slavery, to be used for the pleasure of... of...

... wait, for who’s pleasure, exactly? Because at that moment, I was the one getting the pleasure out of it, not Jess. If anything, the sex was used to commit humans to other courses of action, to deepen the hold the sprite could have on their minds. Perhaps the Water-Bearer had second thoughts, concerns, deep worries about her ability. Jess showed her how the bullfrog figurine could be used to trap a victim in its magical wind, used it to trap the Water-Bearer, and the resulting wind blew the girl’s torn sari right off, and her immobility gave Jess the perfect opportunity to slip up and whisper a few choice phrases in the trapped girl’s mind, to use her touches, her kisses...

Every sprite has their own way of touching the minds of humans, of placing them in their control. The other sprite had silver petals. Jess worked with her hands—with my hands— securing the Water-Bearer’s loyalty forever, or at least until the next serious challenge made her doubt.

Then, just as now, lying on the forest floor, there would be kisses and caresses, hands and mouths, and a Water-Bearer arching her back and calling out to the heavens, rising and falling with the waves of energy and the words of her friend.

And as I lay there staring into those blue eyes, trying to catch my breath, I couldn’t help but imagine just what words were being used, echoes of what the other sprite had told me would be needed if we were to beat the sorcerer.

We are stronger.

We are strong.

We will face more challenges.

We will defeat more challenges.

And with every challenge...

“... we become stronger,” I muttered aloud to my empty room, taking a deep breath. “I become stronger.” I was becoming stronger. I felt stronger, despite my bodily exhaustion. And I knew what I wanted. I didn’t know if we could get it right away, right then and there, but I knew what I wanted.

I wanted that silver flower. I wanted it as a tool to use myself. I wanted that power, that strength, as my own. The sprites were having all the fun, I wanted my share of it.

I took a deep breath, let my eyes fall open, let the blue vanish into my dreams. Jess, both Jesses, the woman and the sprite, they were supports, friends who could lend me their strength, teach me to grow it, but in the end, it was mine. My strength, my want, my desire. The sprite used my hands to secure the Water-Bearer’s loyalty; I wanted to be able to use my hands, and other tools, to do the same.

But first, I had ten hours to get all the sex out of my story. It wouldn’t be easy. And then I would have to figure out how not to slip up while talking to Jess and admit what I was actually thinking about all afternoon.

I started to wonder what would happen if I did slip up. Assuming I didn’t imagine it, Jess did add the thank-you kiss after the Water-Bearer rescued her, maybe she was having the same sort of fantasies I was. Or maybe she was just that sort of exuberant person. Maybe a little slip wouldn’t hurt, it could lead interesting places.

Or maybe it would mark the end of the story. Maybe Jess wasn’t in the same place I was. Maybe she would have been put off by anything verging on the erotic. Maybe she wasn’t interested in women. Or maybe she just wasn’t interested in me; not every woman attracted to women is attracted to all women, as I knew very well.

So if not sex, then what?

The dust. The sleeping dust. That was Jess’ weapon. Not sex: dreams. Like the other sprite had the flower, Jess put people to sleep; like the other sprite used hypnotic speech, Jess’ words slipped into dreams. That was it, my way in to the story without making it pornographic. I just had to gloss over... everything else from this afternoon.

I closed my eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed. Jess and the Water-Bearer sat next to one another, catching their breath, a little worn out from the frog encounter. The Water-Bearer started to get a little uncomfortable, a little scared. She had been mind-controlled. She had been trapped by magical wind. The seriousness of the threat was starting to weigh on her. She asked the sprite to turn back, to run away.

Then Jess showed her the power of the frog figurine. The sari stayed on, in this version of the story, but the Water-Bearer was trapped again, all the same. Out came Jess’ little pouch of dust, and the Water-Bearer was suddenly asleep in the whirlwind, held up by the frog figurine’s magic. And then Jess caught her as she slumped to the ground, and started whispering...

Yes. Yes, that would do beautifully. Escalation of the story. Continuation of the plot. I could sell that, especially if Jess didn’t suspect my level of involvement—the real Jess, not the sprite; I would have bet that the sprite was fully aware of what was going on in my head. Which would make sense, since she had put a lot of it there, very deliberately.

I laughed at myself, then. Jess the sprite wasn’t real. Her whole world was a fiction. She wasn’t able to put anything in my head; if anything, I could put whatever I wanted in hers. Within reason, anyway, since the sprite wasn’t solely mine to begin with, but Jess (the real one) seemed pretty accommodating. Which again led me to wonder what might happen if I let her know about my real fantasies.

I was running in circles and it wasn’t getting me anywhere. I was tired, a bit messy, and too hot. And I was already naked. I headed to the bathroom to have a cool shower, my second of the day, and firmly put all of it out of my mind until after midnight. The matter was concluded, which is what I told myself as I stepped out of the shower, and as I pulled on fresh clothes, and again as I started cooking supper, and once more, finally, as I finished eating.

But then, well, I had nothing to do. It was four hours until my ‘date,’ supper was finished. I fired up my game console and sat in my armchair, looking to kill a little time and keep myself distracted. I passed by the fantasy games; I wasn’t in the mood to roleplay with a computer, and I doubted that it would help me keep my mind off the story.

Instead, I took a few runs at the weird abstract puzzle game that had been occupying me for the past while, got a few levels further, felt pretty accomplished about it, got stuck, and fought for what felt like an hour to try to get over the next hump, but it just wasn’t happening. Next time, I would get it, I was sure. I was just that close, but my brain simply wasn’t up to the task.

Half-past eleven. It was dark. I had a little over an hour before I had to go. Twenty minutes minimum to get dressed—this was a ‘date,’ or at least I was treating it like one, and I was going to make myself pretty. A touch of makeup, some time to do my hair up... still shouldn’t have taken up all that time, especially after I’d taken the time with my hair after two showers.

I started to get ready. Out of lounging clothes, into the blouse and petticoat. Green and blue, today. Hair in long braid; I decided on a little ornament, a touch of gold running through it. Forty minutes to get it all just right, which left me with about that much time again before I had to go. I checked my phone; I thought there might have been a message, but no, nothing. Still, I had the device in my hand...

I took a picture. And another, and another. I checked them. Lighting wasn’t great, but that wasn’t unusual in my apartment. Still, I looked good.

Good. Not great, though. I wiped those pictures. Good was good enough for most days, but today...

I was being too critical, of course, but at that moment I didn’t really care. I didn’t have to be fabulous for Jess—and even then, I wasn’t doing it for her, I was doing it for myself. I wanted to be better than presentable, better than good; I wanted to be stunning, stellar. I tried a different angle, a slightly different light setup, and that made a difference. Not enough to make me completely satisfied, of course, but enough that I felt okay not deleting that one.

The light would be completely different outside Jess’ window, anyway, I said to myself. The orange glow of the street lamp and the general low light of the night would change the way I looked. I checked my phone again. I was nervous.

I decided I’d had enough standing around. I slipped on my nice sandals. There was an all-night cafe down the street and I could get myself a hot tea and a pastry, and it would kill just enough time that I’d only be five minutes early to be at Jess’ window. I was in a bit of a fog as I rushed down the stairs and out into the street, suddenly focused on the story again and what I would say, how I would explain it, and, most importantly, what I wouldn’t tell her.

Adrift in my own thoughts, mumbling to myself, I didn’t even notice that I had gone the wrong way. I wound up sitting in Jess’ lawn chair, tea and pastry forgotten, thinking to myself about all the things I wasn’t going to say, the secrets I would keep hidden. I wasn’t about to reveal how I had imagined the sprite putting her hand in mine, how we removed our tattered clothing, the kissing, the caressing...

And the fucking. I sure wasn’t going to tell her about the fucking. I shifted in the chair, remembering a fantasy about hands and touches. I was getting hot and flustered, just talking to myself; if I kept going, I would be in quite a state when Jess arrived at the window.

I kept going anyway. I had come to the point where the sprite pinned the Water-Bearer to the ground when the light went on the apartment, snapping me out of my daze.

“Hey! Pree!” The familiar voice floated down to me. “You’re early. And this time, you did have a schedule.” Jess giggled, and I laughed along with her.

“I couldn’t keep still at home,” I admitted. “I’ve been excited to continue the story.” Excited. Interesting choice of words, there, Priya.

“Me too!” Jess replied. “It sounded like you were a bit eager for lunch. Sorry I couldn’t join you.”

I shook my head. “Don’t worry about it. I had a nice little break in the park and a good sandwich on my own. Would’ve been nice to have some company, but it was all very spur-of-the-moment, so I totally understand.” I did have company, though. The sprite was there with me. And after, when she ran home with me, when I took her to bed, when I dreamed up two scenes to share, she was there, hand-in-hand with me.

“That’s so sweet!” Jess said, her smile lighting her voice. Somehow that didn’t line up with what I said, but hearing her smile made me blush. I shifted in my seat thinking about the scene I wasn’t going to talk about, wondering why it came to mind so forcefully.

Jess asked about the story I was so impatient to share. And then the words just came tumbling out of me. My brain started working overtime, trying to make my tone of voice nonchalant and comfortable, trying to the two stories separate in my mind like the day before, trying to hide my growing arousal. Jess interjected a few things here and there, but mostly I think she was scribbling notes; I wasn’t paying too much attention to her since I was busy paying attention to myself, keeping the wires uncrossed.

“’I want that silver flower,’” I finished dramatically, concluding my story.

“Because we have to get stronger!” Jess said with a laugh of delight, and I couldn’t tell if it was supposed to be in character or not.

Because I want to spin it slowly for the sprite and watch her bend to my will, I thought to myself. I was breathing heavily, feeling the heat in my cheeks, dampness between my legs. For both sprites. Watch them both bend. And I want to take that sleeping powder from Jess...

“I’ll bet I can come up with a good challenge for us for tomorrow,” Jess was saying.

That sounded good. “That sounds good,” I said, nodding. The mental exertion of hiding the second story, of keeping my growing arousal out of my voice and my body language, not to mention my newfound more-dominant mindset, was taking its toll. Jess was talking, but I couldn’t really keep up with the conversation; her tone suggested it was small talk, anyway. Casual. I answered something; I think I told her about Cole and my lunch date for the next day.

Things seemed to blur some, then. I think Jess mentioned how I looked tired, and I gave her some excuse about the heat, which was only a part of a lie.

“Work is air-conditioned. Only reason I like it more than home,” I said, stretching and yawning.

“Funny you would be more tired on a day you don’t work,” Jess giggled. “You gonna head for home to your nice, warm bed?”

I felt like I should. “I feel like I should. Probably. Just because I didn’t work today doesn’t mean I don’t have a sleep schedule.”

“Uh huh, I get that. I don’t do any work and I have to keep my sleep schedule.“

I got up from the chair. My body felt every minute of the nearly-two-hours I’d been sitting there far more than my mind did, but I still felt emotionally worn. I stretched up tall on my toes, reached my hands over my head, and felt a lot of muscles and tendons pop. “Yeah, after a while in that chair—which is way better than the ground, don’t take me wrong—I need to get moving.“

Jess laughed, and the silhouette waved. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow night, then?”

“Yeah, I’ll definitely be back. I’ll tell you how my lunch goes,” I replied with a return wave. “And I’ll be ready for whatever challenge the enchanted forest throws at us!”

No words came from the window, but a silvery giggle followed me as I headed around the corner and back towards home. The walk took all my remaining energy, and I barely had enough strength to get naked before I lay on my bed and fell into a deep sleep.