The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Alison watched as Kathy sat there, eyes wide and glassy, staring at her wall. The raven-haired girl’s breathing was low and even. With a rush that was part fear and part arousal Alison realised exactly what had happened. She started pacing around her friend’s room. She hadn’t meant to do this. Hadn’t expected it. Yes, it was how she’d hypnotised Jane the first time. But she’d given other people shoulder massages and hadn’t put them under. Just the other week Meredith had been the beneficiary, and that had taken much longer. Their friend had claimed she’d strained her shoulder playing basketball. Jane’s opinion afterward had been that the injury came from a completely different form of gymnastics, Alison and Kathy laughing at the insinuation. Whatever, Alison hadn’t put Meredith under. Or anyone else. Not even Kathy herself. It had only ever been Jane. Until now.

A passing thought rushed through Alison’s head, of how she could do whatever she wanted with Kathy, the raven-haired beauty’s mind open and vulnerable. The sweep of Kathy’s neck held Alison’s eyes, the shimmer in her hair, the curve of her shoulders. Quickly Alison shoved the idea away. She didn’t want to do that to her friend. She wasn’t like that. With Jane it was different, somehow. Alison knew she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she did something Kathy didn’t want.

But there was something her friend had wanted to do.

Despite her friend’s avowed intentions Alison wasn’t convinced she should. She stopped pacing, trying to decide what to do.

“Kathy,” she asked at last.

“Yes.” The reply came flat and lifeless.

“Did you want to have sex with me tonight?” Alison wanted to know if Kathy was being honest. She admitted it was an invasion of her friend’s privacy, but it seemed the best way to help her friend. At least that was what she told herself.

“Yes.”

“Umm, okay, why?”

“Because I want to be the best escort I can be.” Kathy stared at her wall, the only movement her lips and the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Alison shivered, hearing the ambition delivered in such an emotionless tone.

“So you want to have sex with other women?”

“Yes, I, no, I.” Kathy’s voice caught, her head twitching. Her friend’s reaction caught Alison by surprise. She frowned as Kathy’s hands formed into fists.

“It’s alright Kathy, relax, you’re safe.” Alison watched as the raven-haired girl’s hands slowly unclenched.

“You want to be the best escort you can be. That means being bisexual. That means sex with women. But you don’t know if you can. Is the right Kathy?” Alison held her breath waiting.

“Yes.” Kathy’s voice resumed the emotionless, empty, tone it had had before.

Alison wasn’t sure what to do. She’d hoped to find out what her friend really wanted, but it appeared Kathy was too torn to help her. Maybe something easier.

“Do you want to suck my, umm, tits?” Alison stared at the floor in front of her as she resumed her pacing paced, afraid to look at her friend again, afraid of what ideas might creep into her head. She wasn’t sure what answer she wanted.

“No.”

Alison risked a quick peek at her friend. Oh, then why did you?

“Will you suck my tits?” the brunette asked as she resumed her anxious pacing

“Yes.”

“Why?” Alison thought she knew, but she needed confirmation.

“Because that’s what I should do.”

“Why?” Alison repeated, staring at her friend now, unable to look anywhere else, her best intentions forgotten.

Kathy’s flat voice drifted over the room. “To be the best escort I can be.”

Oh, right, we’re back to that. Intellectually her friend wanted to do it. But she couldn’t control her desires that easily.

“Do you want to, umm,” Alison swallowed, she had to force the words out, “lick my pussy?” The thought made the brunette quiver in anticipation.

“No,” the reply came, the brunette unsurprised as she caught another note of hesitation creeping into her friend’s voice.

“That’s okay Kathy, just relax, go deeper.” Then she corrected herself. “Actually, no. Time to wake up Kathy. And remember everything we talked about. Wake up Kathy.”

Alison knew she was taking a risk, but it seemed like the best way to help her friend.

She saw Kathy shake herself before the other girl spun around in her chair. “What the hell was that?” Kathy cried.

Alison tried to look anywhere but at her friend. She failed miserably. Kathy presented too attractive a sight to ignore for long. “Umm, I think I hypnotised you.”

“Woah. Ah, really?” Kathy looked at her wide eyed. “You can do that?”

“Err, sometimes, once or twice,” Alison really didn’t want to talk about the other times. Given they were all with Jane.

Fortunately her friend didn’t seem to want to talk about them either. “So, I’m not really into it then?” the raven-haired girl asked dejectedly.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” Alison replied, shaking her head.

“Damn it,” her friend spat. “I’ll just bloody well make myself.”

“Err,” Alison interjected, “I don’t think that’ll work.”

Her friend jumped out of the chair. “I can do what I damn well want! I...” Kathy looked Alison in the eyes and visibly deflated. “No, it probably won’t, will it? I’ll just freeze up again.”

Alison didn’t know what to say. What do you say to a straight friend who you’ve just found out is working as an escort and wants to be bisexual but isn’t? The brunette had no idea. It didn’t make any sense to her. Instead of trying to find words she just laid a hand gently on her friend’s shoulder.

Kathy looked up again, an excited look on her face. “Hey, maybe you can hypnotise me into it!”

Alison backed away, raising her hands. “Oh no, no way.” She had to admit the idea was hot, but she’d got into deep enough water with Jane. She wasn’t going to do anything with Kathy. Jane was different, Alison didn’t feel any guilt about what she done to her roommate. But she knew it wouldn’t be right to interfere with Kathy, not like that.

“C’mon Alison, please!” her friend pleaded. Then she smiled, almost seductively, “It’s not like hypnotism can make you do anything you don’t want to, right? I mean, I probably would have answered those questions anyway. And I want to do this, you’ll just be helping me.”

Alison wasn’t convinced by Kathy’s reasoning. “I don’t know about that Kathy. I know that’s what a lot of a people think about hypnotism. But I’ve looked into it and I think it can make you do things you don’t want to. And ‘want’ is a pretty broad term anyway.” Alison wasn’t about to tell Kathy what she meant by ‘looked into’. But she was certain Jane wouldn’t have wanted the changes Alison had made to her. Not that Alison had anything to feel guilty about there. But with Kathy it was something entirely different.

“But I’m telling you I do want it,” her friend insisted. Then Kathy’s tone dropped, low and seductive as she advanced on the brunette, “And imagine all the fun we could have. Imagine all the things we could do.”

Kathy wrapped an arm around Alison’s waist, the brunette’s heart rising to her mouth as she felt Kathy’s body gently rubbing against hers. Kathy’s fingers traced up Alison’s side, playing fleetingly over a breast before caressing a cheek. “Please,” the raven-haired beauty whispered as she leant in for a kiss, “I’ll let you do whatever you want. You’ll be my first. All yours. You can take whatever you want. Everything.”

Her friend Kathy was gone, replaced by what Alison realised was Sapphire the escort. A stranger who oozed sexuality. Who could promise so much with just the touch of a hand, with small, fleeting movements. A slight twist of the hips here, that spoke of heat and need, a turn of her shoulders there so the angle let Alison see just far enough down her friend’s cleavage, the creamy flesh begging to be touched. The brunette thought the room temperature had suddenly increased markedly. Then she realised it was the heat running through her own body.

Alison felt her resistance melting. One of the most beautiful women she knew was offering to change something fundamental about herself and let Alison be the first beneficiary. It was beyond weird. But Alison could hardly think about that. Not with Kathy’s thigh rubbing between hers, the flimsy material of the robes pushed aside, naked skin touching naked skin, Alison’s knees weakening as she moaned her need. Not when Kathy drew a precise, slow line, with one impeccably manicured finger, down the centre of Alison’s chest, making the brunette’s breasts ache to be touched as she thrust them forward. Not when that finger moved, running down the edge of Alison’s robe where it lay across her breast, pushing it slowly back, revealing more and more until the edge of a nipple was just barely visible. Alison could hardly think. Kathy’s lips were on her throat, laying butterfly kisses that traced her pulse. “Please,” her raven-haired friend whispered. One hand still lay against Alison’s breast, the touch teasingly light, Kathy’s other hand drifting slowly up Alison’s thigh.

“Just think how much you want me. I’ll be all yours,” Kathy breathed. A finger was now slowly circling Alison’s right nipple, as Kathy’s other hand crept slowly towards her centre. “You can take everything. I won’t hold back. I’ll do whatever you want.” Alison could feel Kathy’s breath on her cheek, each word a caress. A teasing graze along the top of her thigh and then Kathy’s hand was a feather light touch on the other side of Alison’s face. She may as well have had her fingers deep inside the brunette. No, Alison thought groggily as her imagination ran away with her, this is better. Kathy’s touch was a promise, of everything that might be, of everything she might offer.

Alison’s resistance crumbled, replaced by desire that overwhelmed her, a need so strong that she hadn’t known she possessed. Grabbing her friend’s head Alison thrust her lips between Kathy’s rosy perfection. Forcefully the brunette pressed her friend up against the wall, Kathy making small moans that were half protest, half surrender. Kathy’s hands were on Alison’s hips, drawing her in. Alison let one of her own hands fall, pushed aside the edges of Kathy’s robe as she felt for her friend’s centre. One finger traced Kathy’s opening, her friend’s hips already moving rhythmically. Urges she hardly recognised, barely understood, rushed at her, pushing her on, forming into a determination she’d never known before. Alison didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the pent up arousal or something else. Right now she didn’t care, she simply knew what she wanted. Finally, she knew what she wanted. It was just a question of whether Kathy would let her have it. She didn’t intend to give her friend any choice.

“You want this?” Alison demanded, her head light as Kathy’s perfume mixed with their scents.

She could see fear dancing deep in her friend’s eyes but the raven-haired girl nodded, just gently biting her own lip.

The finger slipped inside, Alison surprised at how wet her friend was. Maybe she does want this. The thought silenced whatever doubts Alison had left.

“This is a girl doing you Kathy.” Alison leant in further, pushing their breasts together. Her pulse raced as she felt Kathy squirm, caught between her and the wall, hips still rocking back and forth in time with the thrusts of the brunette’s fingers.

“Right now you don’t really want to, you just think you do. Or maybe anyone’s fingers would do. Anyone’s fingers could make you feel like this.”

A second finger joined the first, thrusting deep into her friend, Alison revelling in the warm, soft, dampness.

“But if you do this, you’ll want a girl to do it to you, you’ll want to do it to them. Is that what you want Kathy?” Alison gleefully flicked her friend’s clit, the nub hard and engorged. “You’ll want to make love to a girl, have sex with girls.”

All that issued from her friend were incoherent moans, just the occasional “oh god,” and “Alison” interspersed as the brunette’s thumb found the raven-haired girl’s clit, circling and striking the hardening nub.

Fire, potent and hot, burnt through Alison’s brain, words coming from somewhere she didn’t understand. She didn’t care, she welcomed them, wanted them. “You’ll want to suck their tits, lick their pussies. You’ll get hot just looking at them. Right now it’s only men that really turn you on. Men you want.”

Three fingers now.

“But you’ll want girls just as much. Maybe more. ’Cause girls know just what to do.” Alison knew how to prove her point.

Her thumb pressed on her friend’s clit as her tongue was down Kathy’s throat. Kathy squirmed feebly between her and the wall as Alison’s fingers worked their magic. The brunette was running on instinct, doing to her friends what she’d want done to herself. But it was working, as the thrusts of the raven-haired girl’s hips became stronger and stronger as Kathy’s hands clawed at the wall behind her. Kathy cried something into her mouth as Alison felt her friend spasm and go limp.

Fuck! What the hell was that? Alison had no idea where the words had come from, how she’d dared say those things to her friend. Let alone do what she’d done. Maybe it was the alcohol, she thought, her mind flashing back to the might of Chloe’s party. Maybe it was just her finally getting what she wanted. But as parts of her mind clawed back to life realisation brought shame and embarrassment.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” she asked cautiously, a hand on Kathy’s waist to help support the raven-haired girl as she leaned languidly against the wall.

“Yeah. God, yeah.” Kathy’s words came between sharp ragged breaths. “Where’d you learn to do that? I thought this was your first time.”

“Umm, just instinct I guess,” Alison replied hesitantly, embarrassment still coursing through her. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. I’m making such a mess of this.”

Kathy grabbed her friend by the shoulders, her wide eyes boring into Alison. “God no, don’t be sorry. Geez, if I get to come like that I’m not sure you need to hypnotise me.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have, I don’t know what made me.” Alison looked away, stumbling over the words.

“Would you stop apologising?” Kathy demanded. “If anyone should be saying sorry, it’s me. I know how to handle someone who needs some, heh, encouragement. I didn’t give you a lot of choice.” Alison could see her friend looking more than a little sheepish. On Kathy, even that look was sexy.

“I could have said no,” the brunette insisted. Maybe I should have. Not that I wanted to. God, where did that come from? Alison couldn’t believe how demanding she’d been.

“Oh, give me some credit.” Kathy frowned, obviously annoyed. “I like to think I’m good at this.”

Oh god, you are. Alison wasn’t sure if it was deliberate or not, but even just standing there, her friend was radiating sex. It flowed from the angle of her hips, the hidden promise in her smile, the heavy lidded look of her eyes.

“So, you going to put me under again?” Kathy asked, her quirky smile more in keeping with what Alison was used to from her friend, not the sex goddess she kept turning into.

“Are you really sure?”

“Yes!” Kathy frowned at her friend, arms folded. “If you don’t do this I’ll find someone else.”

Alison threw her hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. But I don’t think one session is going to turn you queer. I don’t even think it’s possible.”

Her friend frowned at her over folded arms. “Well, you’ll just have to keep doing it until it’s done,”

Alison had to admit the idea was more than a little tempting, repeatedly hypnotising her friend, but she wasn’t sure she could face it, the potential guilt weighing on her. An idea, coming from somewhere she didn’t recognise, tugged at the back of the brunette’s mind. “Look, if you’re really sure, I’ve got a better idea. I can make you a recorded induction. Actually, it’ll probably work better if it’s in your voice.”

“How’s that work?” the raven-haired girl questioned, frowning cutely.

“On your computer,” Alison explained, still not convinced this was a good idea but she could tell Kathy wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “We find an induction, record the instructions and you play it whenever you want.

Kathy’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “So I sort of hypnotise myself? Kinky.”

“Yeah, I suppose,” Alison allowed. “Look, are you really serious? This is fucked up you know. You don’t know what this could do to you.”

“Meh, I’ll be fine,” Kathy shrugged as she started her laptop, “I’m probably headed for therapy anyway, being a prostitute.”

Alison balked. “Look, I don’t, I.”

Kathy rounded impatiently on her friend. “Oh for god’s sake! I was joking. Now are you going to help me or not?”

Sometime later Alison looked at her friend doubtfully. “You really sure you want to do this?” It hadn’t taken long to find an induction, something about it strangely familiar to Alison. Pieced together with the words Kathy had recorded, the file was ready to go.

“Yes!” Kathy insisted as she stared at the screen, hand on her mouse ready to click play. “And don’t think of going anywhere. I need you here to test how it works.”

And wake you up if anything looks like it’s going wrong, Alison thought glumly. She’d already mentioned the idea to Kathy, only to have her friend shout her down.

Alison’s heart was in her mouth as she watched, Kathy’ attention focussed on the screen, already caught by the spiral. Kathy sat there unmoving, her breathing low and steady. Alison couldn’t help but imagine the glassy look in her friend’s eyes. She knew the induction had worked, Kathy would have done something by now if it hadn’t. Maybe cursed, or looked around, or restarted it. She hadn’t, she just sat there.

Alison realised how open, how vulnerable, her friend’s mind was, couldn’t help but be turned on by the idea. The brunette had to drag her own eyes away from the laptop’s screen, the induction pulling at her. She could just hear Kathy’s recorded voice leaking out of the headphones, replaying the words they’d agreed on. Well, that Kathy had come up with and Alison had reluctantly gone along with.

“Women are sexy. You love their bodies. Their breasts and legs and lips. They pull you in, draw your eyes, so beautiful, sleek and gorgeous and hot. They make you want them. They’re so hot, it turns you on. You need them. Fingers gliding over you, leaving you wanting and ready and needy, their kisses, butterflies pulling on your soul. You’re turned on. You want it. The flow of a breast, the turn of a hip, the curve of a neck. You love them, you want them. You love their eyes, their hair, their lips. You want to have sex with them. You can feel how hot the idea is making you, how wet. You want this. Just the idea of a sexy girl, sucking on your boob, you can feel it burning deep inside. You want to eat them out. You want their tongues deep inside you. You want to bury your tongue in their pussies. You want to lick and lick and lick. You want to suck on their clit as they suck on yours. You’re so turned on. It’s so hot. Sex with women. You want sex with women. Raw and hot and luscious. Your nipples are tight, your pussy’s on fire. All there is is bliss and fire and need. For women, sexy beautiful women. You want it so bad. You want to press your body up against a woman’s, feel your breasts pushing together with hers, feel the sparks running through you. Until you come and come and come. And then do it again.”

Alison had to bite her hand to stop from moaning aloud. Her other hand was stroking her opening, finding its way inside past her slick folds as the playback continued. “Repeat after me. I want to make love to girls. I’m bi. I love being bi. Girls get me hot. Girls are so sexy. I want to have sex with girls. I’m bi.”

Kathy echoed the words, over and over as they repeated, falling into the trap she’d made for herself. That she’d willingly made for herself. Helplessly repeating the phrases, letting them into her mind, seep down deep and change her.

Almost without noticing Alison silently repeated the words along with her friend.

“I want to make to love to girls”

I want to make love to girls

“I’m bi.”

I’m bi.

“I love being bi.”

I love being bi.

“Girls get me hot.”

Girls get me hot.

“Girls are so sexy.”

Girls are so sexy.

“I want to have sex with girls.”

I want to have sex with girls.

“I’m bi.”

I’m bi.

The brunette was almost screaming in need as the recording continued, the idea of her friend changing in front her making her melt.

“Women are so hot. You love looking at them, thinking about what it would be like. How each one will taste. Your tongue gliding over their slit. Pushing inside, tasting. It’s what you want. You’ll come when they come. Your pussy wants it. You want it. Women are just so sexy. They’re gorgeous, they’re beautiful, you want them. You want to make love to them, have sex with them. You fantasise about them. It turns you on, hard. You want it, everything, fingers, tongues, toys. You’re coming, your tongue deep in a girl’s twat, you’re coming, with her tongue in yours, you’re coming, pussies rubbing together, you can feel it as she comes, as you make her come. Even after you wake up, you’ll remember how much you want sex with women. You want it, you’ll love it, it gets you wet just thinking about it.”

Then more repetition, over and over, before it ended, Alison feeling her lips moving silently.

I’m bi, I’m, I’m bi.

“Now wake up.”

Alison shook her head groggily Wh-what? Her fingers were deep in her own pussy, she could feel waves rolling through her, as if she’d just come, but she couldn’t remember it. She dimly recalled watching Kathy, hearing the words her friend had recorded. It seemed like she’d heard them so many times, caught glimpses of the spiral on the screen, her mind falling in as the image spun around and around, colours flashing. Waking up and being caught again, over and over. But that didn’t make any sense It couldn’t have… The brunette quickly dismissed the thought.

“Think that’ll be enough?” Kathy asked, looking around.

Alison quickly pulled her hand away from her pussy, hoping Kathy hadn’t noticed.

Kathy rose from her chair, her long legs unfolding. Alison was mesmerised by them.

Kathy flung her arms lazily across the brunette’s shoulders, Alison could just sense the hands meeting behind her.

“Now,” her friend smiled, her lips glistening, “where were we?” Kathy’s lips brushed over Alison’s neck, leaving a trail of fire.

“You’re such a good friend,” the raven-haired girl murmured, “I’ve got so much to show you. So much we can do.”

It was Alison’s turn to be backed up against a wall, Kathy’s hands were everywhere, but slow, so achingly, gloriously, slow, as they caressed her, explored her, teased her. Her robe was untied, Alison didn’t know what that had happened, Kathy now licking one nipple and then the other as she stroked Alison’s pussy.

“So patient,” Kathy murmured, “waiting while I listened to that. Over and over.”

“What?” Alison managed to force out, confused.

Her friend stood up, treating Alison to an amused smile. “C’mon, I lost count of how many times I’ve played that. Must be a few hours at least. Didn’t think once would be enough. Not if I wanted to be ready to show you what I could do. And you just waited. Such a good friend. Not saying a word. Oh, you didn’t get caught as well did you? Well, you were into girls already. So I didn’t think it would hurt if you could see the screen.”

Fuck, oh fuck, oh god.

“I didn’t have to see you to know what you were doing.” Her friend’s voice breathed across her skin in between licks. “Such a naughty girl. Naughty Alison, what were you thinking, getting off while you were watching me? Watching me staring at the screen, as I made myself be into girls. Somehow, I don’t think you were thinking very much at all.”

As she spoke Kathy slipped to her knees in front of her friend. Alison trembled, caught between the wall and the raven-haired beauty. She could feel Kathy’s breath on her pussy, the slight wafts of air sending sparks of fire running through her. They exploded in her brain, blowing her thoughts to pieces.

“So pretty,” Kathy murmured, “such a beautiful pussy. And it’s all mine.”

Alison shrieked as she felt Kathy’s tongue trace along the length of her slit, her friend’s hands gripping her buttocks.

Pleasure exploded outward from her centre as Kathy’s tongue thrust between Alison’s slick folds. Her hips bucked as Kathy explored her depths, the raven-haired girl’s earlier hesitation a distant memory. The brunette’s hands were on either side of her own head, up against the wall, feebly clenching and unclenching as her head rocked from side to side and she cried out her need, Katy’s tongue reaching deeper with each thrust.

“Fuck! Kathy, oh fuck, oh yeah, please, oh, oh, oooooooooooooo.”

Alison blinked, realised Kathy was standing in front of her, the raven-haired girl was grinning, her lips shining with the brunette’s juices.

“Jesus! Kathy! I didn’t fucking ask to be hypnotised.” Emotions roiled through the brunette, anger, desire, fear. Despite it all Alison couldn’t deny the heat she felt at the sight of the naked woman before her.

Kathy shrugged, the sultry look on her face making it more a gesture of temptation than dismissal. “Don’t be like that,” she purred, one hand caressing Alison’s breast. The brunette thought about pushing the hand away but she couldn’t, not with the gentle flicking of her nipple, Kathy’s nail causing just the right amount of pain. “You’d have got angry otherwise if I tried to listen to it more than once.”

The pain stopped, replaced by the sensation of Kathy’s body rubbing up against hers. “I needed to keep you occupied,” her friend whispered. “And come on, admit it, it was so hot, wasn’t it? Getting off as I got ready for you? How many times did you get off?”

Kathy’s hand stroked Alison’s slit, teasingly, just enough to send tremors of need through the brunette. Alison couldn’t help but move in response, a rhythm beginning again, her body dancing on Kathy’s hand. “We’ll probably never know, will we? And that just makes it hotter. But now,” Kathy licked around the curve of Alison’s right ear, “what we’re going to do now, you’ll remember all that. I’m going to show you just what that recording did to me. I’m going to give you everything, I promise.”

The brunette let herself be led, unresisting, back to the other bedroom. Let herself be pushed onto the red silk sheets. Let Kathy pry her legs apart so one knee could gently rub her pussy. And then, as Kathy straddled her, the raven-haired girl staring into her eyes, the brunette couldn’t help herself anymore. The anger died, burnt away in the flames of her desire. Alison grabbed her friend’s head, pulled their lips together, their tongues greedily exploring each other’s mouths as they kissed. It didn’t stop there, neither of them wanted to stop. Hands and lips and tongues found every inch of each other’s bodies. The orgasms ran into each other, one after another. The last thing Alison remembered was Kathy saying “I keep my promises.”

(To be continued)