The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1. Barbie’s Roller Coaster Ride

Barbie understood how it must feel to be bipolar. She loved Chandra with all of her heart and yet feared her intensely. She could not wait to see Chandra and yet dreaded what would happen with every new meeting. She was wired to be heterosexual—well, predominantly heterosexual—and yet she lusted after another girl to the point of near madness. And while she loved and desired this girl she longed to be fucked by nearly every guy that crossed her path. She had heard that the teen years were a roller coaster ride but this was crazy.

Still she found herself rushing to school to see Chandra. She wore a top with flowers scattered on it. The blouse was really meant to be worn with another shirt under it due to the interesting fact that the areas between flowers were transparent. Barbie had determined that she was technically covered most of the time and that there really was only a glimpse of anything R rated every once in a while. The pink of her miniskirt matched some of the flowers in her skirt, as did her pink mules. What is a Barbie doll if not accessorized?

Barbie knew she was the talk of the school as she rushed through the halls to the ladies room and it made her incredibly horny. When she arrived she was disappointed to see that Chandra was not there but she knew she would wait as long as it took.

Fortunately it took less than five minutes for Chandra to wander in. Barbie shivered upon seeing her and blushed because this was the girl whose pussy she had willingly buried her tongue in ... who had gotten her off in return. Chandra’s response was mocking laughter.

“So Barbie ... do you respect me now that it is morning? My little lap dog can still blush I see. And I see you decided to go braless again. All your new Wonder Bras are gathering dust. Lift up your skirt so I can see what is doing there.”

Barbie tremblingly did as Chandra asked and was rewarded by a seeing a pleased gleam enter her lover’s eyes. “No panties! Well done, my little slut. Now hold still, don’t lower the skirt.”

It seemed like a century went by while Chandra looked through her back pack. Any second she expected someone to enter. Finally Chandra pulled out her camera and snapped a picture. “I love how red you get when you blush. I just really mortify you sometimes, huh? I could make that go away of course but I never will. If you ever become jaded I will just re-instill it. However if it is all the same to you I need you to smile for the camera ... do it! Good! Keep the skirt hiked up and bend over. Not to sound completely dykes but I could look at your ass all day ... don’t get an ego over it. Now THAT is a great picture. Now come here.”

Chandra kissed Barbie passionately, possessively and then she whispered into her hair. “Make me proud today. Be the walking talking breathing little sex doll that you were born to be ... and most importantly ...”

“Yes?” Barbie gasped out breathlessly. She was getting so turned on yet again.

“Don’t think too hard or I will be pissed!” Chandra slapped her on her still bruised ass, turned around, and then left Barbie standing there.

Barbie made a bet with herself how soon it would be before she was sent home to, at the bare minimum, change her top. She really was amazed that her mother let her leave while wearing it. She knew Chandra had “persuaded” her parents to let her be but still it was freaky to see it in action. Her mother looked, gaped, frowned, and then ... asked her what she wanted for breakfast.

The amorous girl loved the feeling of all the eyes on her as she walked down the hall. The feeling of knowing that most of the boys wanted to fuck her and most of the girls wanted to kill her was a high. Even while she realized that the girl she was a few days before would be appalled she found herself putting on more of a show as she walked to her classes—hoping that the material of the blouse was revealing her to anyone that looked at her, swaying her hips in a silent invitation. Her step did waiver as a sudden fantasy of lying down in the hall and begging someone to fuck her flashed through her mind. Not that she would really do that ... yet.

By her locker she ran into Shane. He was just so hot and memories of Saturday came flooding back to her. His concern for her was sweet, boring, but sweet.

First hour sociology with Mr. Boggs. He was an unassuming man in his mid-forties and yet as Barbie watched him she began to fantasize about him. She knew that his eyes almost popped out when he saw HER. She almost passed out from mortification when he caught her looking at his crotch. He looked at her searchingly for a minute and then shook his head as if to say “nah, she couldn’t have been!” Suddenly she wanted him to know that he was right so she stared again and licked her lips and Mr. Boggs faltered in mid-sentence.

He began again. “Did everyone do the homework assignment? Raise your hand if you didn’t.” Barbie was the only one that raised her hand and ushered in a new era—the first time that she or anyone else could remember her not turning in an assignment.

Mark Boggs felt like a drowning man. He brought up the homework assignment to stop looking at Gwyneth. It seemed perfect because if there was anything you could count on it was her being Little Miss Perfect. Of course that was before she started dressing like the latest cover of Gear or Maxim. Friday’s outfit he put down to a fluke but here she was again. And he really was angry at himself for the silent comparision of recent outfits.

His friends all joked with him about working with hot high school girls and he would just laugh and explain that it was a better fantasy than reality. If you are ethical you cannot act on what you see and if you aren’t ethical and get caught your world ends as you know it.

And while he had found himself from time to time in the shower thinking of some hot teen girl, ok teen STUDENT, what could he do with the reality of this girl sitting before him looking like girls only look in fantasies (or Britney Spears videos).

<Be a Teacher, Be A Teacher> “Ms. Kelly, why did you fail to complete your assignment?”

She twirled her finger around a lock of hair that was blonder than it was the last time he saw her.“Um, like, I was busy.” Giggles and guffaws echo through the class.

Um? Like? “Too busy to do the assignment? Your junior years grades are even more important that your senior year grades. What were you busy doing?”

She bit her lower lip. “Ok, it is, um—it is like this. I went shopping and had to work Saturday and stuff.”

“That took up your whole weekend? How about last night—malls close early on Sundays.”

Gwyneth blushed bright red. Beet red. And while he did not quite know what she was doing last night he had an idea. Oh shit. Just what he needed. “Um, I was hangin’ around with a friend.” More laughter from the room and someone called out ‘I bet.’

“Well Ms Kelly. School is very serious. I thought you knew that.” He tried to sound stern and get the image of her potential Sunday night activities out of his mind.

Brad Schaefer, sitting in the back of the class, called out mockingly, “Ask to see her after school, MARK. Mrs. Boggs won’t find.”

Mr. Schaefer, I would ask you to explain your comments but it would be a waste of time since you will be repeating them to Principal Burrhus. Turn in your homework assignment and leave.”

“Oh, didn’t do it either. Maybe I was with Gwyneth.” Brad gathered up a ragged folder and before he walked out the door called out. “I will ask Burrhus if he would mind borrowing you his paddle so you can make Gwynnie see the error of her ways!”

Barbie was lost in a sea of embarrassment, and her new constant companion, arousal. Damn it—she almost clarified it was a female friend but she wanted them to get the idea that she was doing something nasty and dirty and just plain bad! She wanted Mr. Boggs to think of her that way. She needed them all to think that of her.

“Gwyneth, perhaps it would be best if you saw me after school—er—after class I meant. Just for a second.” This sent the class rolling and Barbie could not help but be pleased that she was having a clear effect on him. “Now, every one turn to chapter 11 in your text and let’s go over the answers ...” He chose not to comment when he noticed that Gwyneth apparently did not have her text book either.

A couple minutes before the end of the class Barbie noticed something move out of the corner of her eye. It was a piece of paper that had been slid down the aisle. She picked it up and looked at it. It was a caricature of her, on her knees, wearing a miniskirt and falling out of her blouse. She was kneeling before a middle aged man that was clearly meant to be Mr. Boggs and about to wrap her lips around what was a truly impressive sized member. It was labeled, “How The Teachers Pet Maintanes her Grade Point Avarage.”

It stunned Barbie. Oh, not the picture which actually rather turned her on (sad but true) but the fact that Chandra was so very accurate. She had told her that it would not take long for people to come to their own explanation on how she got good grades. This was the start—it was just a joke now—but people would believe it after a while. They would discard anything that indicated something different. She knew it would be like that because a few days before she would have been one of the people doing the same exact thing: choosing to believe a rumor and then judging the person based on it.

Less than two weeks was left in the school year but she would bet anything that before the end it would be a widely held belief. By the start of the next school year there would be a hundred stories about what a slut she was—and that is if she did NOTHING to back it up. She doubted that would be the case.

The bell rang and she stood up, realizing that she left a wet spot on her seat. She simply walked away and up to Mr. Bogg’s desk.

“Yes, Mr. Boggs?” Her voice was husky and breathy as the classroom cleared out.

“Gwyneth, I am very disappointed in you. Don’t you know what your classmates are thinking about you? Wasn’t it clear what Brad Schaefer believes about you?”

“Yeah, it was, I know what they think. I know what you think, too.” God, it got her hot knowing what he was thinking.

“If this change is about Shane pressuring you ...”

“Um, it has nothing to do with Shane!”

“Did you break up with him?”

“No, it, um, was not Shane that I was with last night.” She shuffled a little and her blouse moved to reveal a very pink and very erect nipple on her left breast.

“You were with ANOTHER guy last night? Wait, I am sorry, this conversation is getting inappropriate.”

“I was not with any guy at all.” God, she was feeling lightheaded. She could smell his cologne and it was completely driving her nuts.

“I am sorry, but that is not the impression you gave, that it was an innocent night with a female friend...” A student for the next period walked in. “Perhaps this conversation was ill advised. I think you might be wise to visit your guidance counselor.”

Barbie was disappointed that the conversation was coming to an end and she really could not help what she said next. She leaned down, close enough for him to smell her perfume and feel her body heat and she whispered, “Oh, it was a female friend for sure, Mr. Boggs—but it was nothing even close to innocent.”

Mark Boggs could only watch speechlessly as she walked out of the room, shaking her ass enticingly as she rounded the corner.

Barbie noticed that she was still clutching the caricature in her hand and an idea crossed her mind, and idea that would not go away. You see, she might be wired to act dumb but she was as smart as ever. Smart and horny and desperate to make everybody think she was a dumb slut, while pleasing the girl she loves—that was a very volatile combination.

Barbie changed directions and headed toward the office to see if she could use the copier.

She was nearly ten minutes late arriving to her next class and took her seat amidst stares and whispers. Mrs. Romano looked concerned and she heard the voice of Jennifer Keegan whisper, “Who knew Boggs had such stamina!” Donna Matthews giggled. Since they were not in her first hour class it gave new meaning to word travels fast.

She was on her way to her next class when she ran into her forth period history teacher, Mrs. Kennedy.

“Gwyneth, is anything going on that you would like to discuss?”

“No Miss Kennedy. Of course not.” Barbie fought the horrible urge to say something outrageous to her teacher. Chandra just HAD to instill in her an urge to act slutty in the face of female disapproval.

“Frankly, I am worried about you. Could you please stop back right after school, I think that we need to talk further.

“Sure Miss Kennedy but honestly nothing is wrong. I have just decided to loosen up a little bit.” She wondered if Miss Kennedy thought she was attractive.

“In my experience when a young person changes their style of dress dramatically it is a warning sign that there is something that needs to be addressed. If I am mistaken on this then we can discuss it when we talk later.”

“Sure, Miss Kennedy.” Barbie found herself winking. Ah, crap. Now what? She had to get away and think.

2. Bucking for Sainthood

Third hour study hall saw Chandra sitting next to Jennifer Keegan. They sat at the table alone. Jennifer had glanced at Chandra dismissively but without Donna to back her up she chose to leave it at that and bury her nose in a book.

Jennifer was a brunette girl, seemingly average in every way except in the fact that she was Celine Dion thin. The former Gwyneth and Donna used to joke that Jenn would be perfect if they ever did a remake of Popeye and needed an Olive Oyl. Still she was not ugly, just compulsively average which allowed her to hang out with the popular girls without them feeling threatened.

(Well, Paul, let’s see what YOU can do with her, thought Chandra.) Chandra whispered, “You really are a boring little thing.”

Jennifer looked up, stared for a second and said, “Huh?”

“You are boring, dull as dishwater, bland, insipid ...”

“Who in the hell asked you to sit here?” A couple people looked as Jennifer started to raise her voice in outrage.

“I just really do not know where to start. Actually, I have a question. Do you know Paul, works at Burger Bungalow?”

“Yeah. We grew up together. Complete geek. Stares at me with puppy dog eyes every time I go in.”

“And I have no idea why. Anyhow, he seems to like you. And he seems a decent guy. Why not give him a chance?”

“Why is this your business?”

“For the remainder of this conversation you will stop being bitchy. You will act like we are best friends. Easy, right?” Chandra’s green eyes seemed to bore into Jennifer.

Jennifer heard herself agreeing. She did not know why she was agreeing but it just seemed like the only thing that she could do.

“Good. I think that you like Paul more than you know. Do you remember liking him when you were younger?”

“Yes, but ...”

“Go on.”

“He is just such a loser. I mean, I am sorry but it would be embarrassing to hang out with him. Someone might think we are together or something.”

“What you mean is that you picked Donna and the gang over him.”

“I never thought of it that way.”

“Ok, let’s cut to the chase. You still like Paul but the feelings are buried. I want you to remember what it was like back then—when you were friends. Did you ever feel romantic toward him?”

“Yes, for a couple weeks. Do we have to talk about this here?” Jennifer looked around nervously.

“Yeah. We do. Jennifer, let me tell you a little secret.” Chandra leaned in closer and looked Jennifer right in the eye. “I know you better than YOU know you. Everything I tell you is the truth. So you need to pay attention and do everything I say because it is really what you wish to do. In fact for all of the input I really have into this I might as well have just not spoken to you at all—in fact go ahead and remember it that way. We both sat here at the table and pretty much ignored each other. Ten people could tell you that they saw us talking and you would think they had gone crazy. Got it?”

“Um hmmm, yes. I think I understand what you are saying.”

“You want to rekindle the friendship with Paul. First you will apologize to him for being cruel and you will feel sincerely sorry. Every day you will feel regret at least once for making fun of him. and if he is hurtful or cruel to you at first, you will know that you deserve it. You will start thinking about him when you are not around him and you will exchange phone numbers with him. Every time you see or talk to him you will find yourself growing more attracted to him. In fact you will fall madly in love with him and deeply in lust with him. He will turn you on—the sight of him, the scent of him, the very thought of him will be an aphrodisiac...”

“A what?” Jennifer looked confused.

“OK, I forgot who I was talking to. My bad. Paul will turn you on—the sight of him, the scent of him, the very thought of him will MAKE YOUR PUSSY WET.”

Jennifer nodded. “Oh. Are you sure?” It seemed like the truth and yet at the same time there was a part of her that remained skeptical.

“No, silly girl, YOU are the one that is sure! Or you will be sure as time goes on. Sure that Paul is the only one for you. Sure that you want his happiness more than your own.

You will listen carefully to what he tells you and use the information to learn and grow. Find out what he finds attractive in a girl and become it, find out what clothes he finds sexy and start wearing them. You will not let Paul know how you feel right away because you will feel that you are not worthy of him. When you finally sleep with him (and you simply HAVE to sleep with him or your life will have no meaning) everything that turns him on will turn you on also. Whenever he wants to do something new sexually you will protest just a little at first but ultimately you will give in and enjoy it. Nothing he wants will be too extreme, everything he wants will make you incredibly hot. You will always want it if he wants it but every once in a while you will pretend to let him persuade you.

Before you tell him how you feel, as your love and desire grows you will masturbate to thoughts of him. You will get a dildo—how is your problem—and you will write Paul’s name on it and you will use it and moan out his name as you cum. But until you get together with him it will be a fetish for you—something you have to have with you at all times as a substitute for Paul. You will carry it in your purse at all times. When you two finally get together you will tell him all this, you will blush and be embarrassed, but you will confess this to him and show him the dildo as proof if he acts like he doubts you.

The only way this will ever end is if HE breaks up with you. Then you will mourn briefly and be able to move on. But you will always remember him as the love of your life.

Every word that I have said is the truth, and you will know it to be the truth as events unfold and you will never question it as any less than your true feelings and desires. Are you unclear on anything?”

“No.” It all made sense.

“OK, good. If you ARE unsure of anything think of Paul’s happiness and you cannot go wrong.

I have enjoyed finding out what you want Jennifer but now I must get back to studying.” Chandra looked down at the textbook before her and proceeded to read it.

Jennifer stared for a couple seconds and blinked. She realized that she was staring in Chandra’s direction but it never occurred to her that she was staring AT Chandra. She knew that she must have been daydreaming. It seemed like it had to do with Paul Downy because he was suddenly in her thoughts. They used to be such great friends! As the bell for the end of the period rang she decided that after school she would stop by Burger Bungalow and see if Paul still worked there. Of course she could ask Chandra but it would ruin her reputation to be seen talking to the school whore. Jennifer could not believe that they had ever been friends.