The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“So, what do you think?” Amanda said as she stared into the mirror and tugged at the top of the towel she had draped around her.

“I think you look great.”

“Oh, c’mon.”

“No, really, you look ten years younger.”

“Oh, be serious.”

“I AM serious, girlfriend. Believe me, I KNOW when a girl looks great.” Bailey Davenport was standing behind the sitting woman, pulling Amanda’s black hair back, running a brush through it, then letting it fall loosely about her neck. She gently leaned forward and whispered.

“You look HOT. Believe me, he’s going to be SO happy to see the new you.”

Amanda bit her freshly painted lower lip as she gazed into the mirror and took a deep breath. Her cheeks were red, and her eyes seemed so much...larger than before. “I’ve not had this much make-up on since I was a kid. Never was any good at it.”

“Well,” came a voice from the doorway, “that’s what we’re here for.” Liz was carrying a serving tray with three tall, thin glasses and a bottle of champagne. Bailey smiled as she handed the brush to Amanda.

“I was just telling her she looks twenty-two again.”

“The hell with that,” the shorter woman said as she put the tray down and started to uncap the bottle, “she looks like she’s back in high school.”

“Oh, STOP it, you two,” Amanda replied as she fiddled with the brush. Then she looked up at Liz as she struggled with the bottle and her eyes widened. “That’s not Dom, is it?”

Bailey shrugged as she took the bottle from Liz. “I’ve had it in the cooler forever. Figured this was as good a time as any.” She drew the wire off and the bottle opened with a loud pop, liquid and bubbles pouring from the open top. Some of it spilled on her arm as she moved it quickly over the three bottles on the tray and began to pour. Liz giggled.

“Smooth move, Ex-Lax. Hell, I could’ve done that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” the taller one shot back as she finished pouring. “I bet you shook it on the way up just because.”

Amanda looked in the mirror again and half-smiled as she started brushing her hair. “I think it’s you two who are back in high school.”

Bailey smiled and looked sideways at Liz as she handed Amanda one of the glasses. “I’m serious, here, don’t you think she looks fifteen years younger?”

“You betcha,” came the reply as Liz took a sip. “Wait ‘till she gets in that dress. She’ll need bodyguards...”

Amanda started to take a sip as Liz continued. “...and that’s just to keep ME off her.”

Amanda snorted loudly as the bubbles came back up through her nose. Bailey frowned and put her hand on the smaller woman’s shoulder forcefully as she headed towards the bathroom door, pulling Liz behind her.

“Amanda, if you’ll excuse us, I need to get this cleaned up,” Bailey said, as she lifted her wet arm and glanced at it. Liz was still giggling and sipping as she was dragged out of the room by her Hooters shirt.

As the door closed, Amanda finished her glass and began brushing her hair, staring wistfully at her reflection and humming a familiar tune...

In the bathroom, Bailey went to the sink and turned on the tap. “Do you think you can be MORE crude?”

Liz took another sip as she followed her roommate to the sink. “Oh, c’mon, Dufus, she’s a detective, right? I’m sure she’s figured it out.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it. Don’t embarrass her like that.”

Liz finished her glass, put it down and grabbed Bailey’s arm gently. “Well, this is going to sound really strange, but I wasn’t joking.”

Bailey turned sharply and looked down at her. She was running her nose close to the wet spot, breathing in the aroma while taking in a series of quick breaths.

“What the hell?” Bailey started.

Liz lovingly ran her tongue up her lover’s arm, picking up the nectar and pressing her lips lightly to Bailey’s skin as she did, her brown eyes locked on Bailey’s green all the while. Up, then down again. “Don’t tell me you can’t feel it?”

Bailey turned back towards the mirror above the sink. “I...don’t know what you mean.”

Liz continued running her lips up Bailey’s arm to her shoulder and moved her hands up to caress her neck. “Something is...just not...right here. She’s...”

“She’s...like a bomb ready to go off,” she continued in a soft whisper, her lips now settling on Bailey’s neck, nipping at loose strands of her hair, her fingers sliding around down around her waist, playing with the waistband of her pantsuit. “No, maybe that’s not right...”

“More like...I dunno, a battery maybe...” She purred as she slipped her hand inside the tall woman’s pants and flicked her tongue in her ear.

“Giving out all that energy...” Her fingers were exploring further now, settling on the wetness and pressing slightly. “I see you feel it too,” she whispered, hungrily.

Bailey suddenly pulled away and took her lover’s hand from her privates and held it. “I...don’t really understand it, either.”

Liz’s drew Bailey’s hand down and into her own shorts. “It’s weird. All the time she was taking a bath, she was...playing with herself...”

Bailey drew a deep breath, but did not pull away as Liz continued to rub the other woman’s fingers against her sex. “...and radiating. I was standing outside the door. Listening. And almost fell over. Couldn’t even...stand up.”

“You know what...turns me on, Dufus,” she whispered as she raised up to place her lips against her lover’s. “This is sooo not...like me.”

They kissed for a moment, their hands clasped together against the sex of the smaller woman, until Bailey pulled away.

“No...time for this,” she said, finally, as she turned the tap back on and ran her hands under the water.

“Bitch.”

“Look,” Bailey replied, turning off the tap and reaching for the hand towel, “what the hell do you want me to do?”

“Call her a fucking cab,” came the reply as Liz reached out for her, hesitated, then bit her lip before continuing, “Or, better still, give her an invite.”

Bailey rolled her eyes and reached for the door. “Oh, yeah, that’s really smart. I can’t believe you said that.”

Liz reached out and grabbed her arm again. “I...I can’t believe it either, but it’s what I want. I’ve never had a feeling like this. Ever.”

Bailey grasped her hand, held it tightly and stared at her intently. “Here’s what I’m going to do, Liz. I’m going to go out there, get her into that dress, and make sure she has the night of her life. We can discuss this when I come back.”

Liz dropped her hand and folded her arms. “Well, I guess that’s that then, isn’t it? But, the way I’m feeling right now, don’t be surprised if I’m not here when you come back.”

Bailey turned away and started to open the door. “You do what you have to do, Liz. I’ve never been able to stop you before.”

Suddenly the younger woman moved to block the door shut, quickly moving under and around Bailey to press her back against it, and again stared into those green eyes. Intensely for a second, then quickly softening to dew point.

“You want her for yourself, don’t you?”

“Now you’re just being irrational.” Bailey again reached for the doorknob. “You know I’m not into that.”

“Hell, after that courthouse thing, I’m not sure I know ANYTHING anymore.” The tears were now starting to show. “I mean, why else would you bring her here? Dress her up. And...”

Bailey stopped and brought a hand to her chin, her eyes beginning to squint and her cheeks tensed up as she cocked her head slightly to break eye contact. “Oh, damn it, Liz. Stop this. Please...”

“...I saw the dress you had laid out, Bailey,” and a hand moved up to wipe the tears. “I can’t believe you’d wear that...”

Bailey inhaled sharply and turned back to look at her. “Is THAT what this is all about? Look, I just felt like dressing up tonight. That’s all.”

“And the champagne...?” She was visibly shaking now. “I thought that bottle was...”

Suddenly, quietly, Bailey interrupted her, moving both hands to her lover’s face, holding it, framing it, lovingly, gently, and brought it up to look once again into the greenness of her own eyes, one hand pressing a finger across the young woman’s lips.

“OK, OK, Liz, look at me. I promise you. I do NOT love that woman. I am NOT going to have sex with her tonight. I’m not planning it, and it’s not going to happen. Even if I felt that way, which I don’t, she’s not mine to take.”

Then after a quick moment’s hesitation, she pulled them together and pressed herself close, rubbing one hand gently to and fro across her back and began humming. As she continued, Liz slowly and gradually began trembling, then quietly snickering, then finally broke out in an extreme case of the giggles as she returned the hug.

“Geez, Dufus, really? The ‘Looney Tunes’ song? Is that the most romantic thing you can come up with?”

“Hey, whatever works,” came the reply, as she cocked her head down to passionately and abruptly cut off the giggling with her lips.

And, then, for almost two minutes, neither could say anything at all.

Amanda was holding a green dress in front of her, looking in the mirror and gently laughing to herself when the bathroom door opened and the two women emerged. She immediately turned towards them, and her expression changed abruptly.

“Everything OK? If I’m causing a problem...”

Liz moved quickly to her and smiled. “No. No. Just the normal, everyday soap opera stuff. That’s the price I pay for living with superwoman.”

Bailey rolled her eyes and reached for the half-empty bottle. She quickly put it back down, half-smiling at the joke.

Amanda held the dress up against her and again looked in the mirror. “The last thing I want to do is cause trouble. You two have been absolutely wonderful to me.”

“Don’t give it a second thought,” Liz replied as she looked down at the woman’s feet. “The dress will probably work, but I dunno about the shoes...”

Amanda’s eyes fell. “I have some pumps at home...”

Bailey interrupted. “I don’t think we have time for that, do we?” Then she turned to Liz before the other woman could answer. “Liz, you have some old open toes with no backs from your club days that might work.”

“You know, you’re right, they just MIGHT,” she said as she shot off to her closet and threw the door open.

Amanda’s eyes went back to the mirror. “I don’t know... It’s cut awfully high and my thighs aren’t nearly what they used to be.”

Bailey stepped between Amanda and the mirror and smiled at her. “Oh, stop worrying, they look fine. Jason keeps the club pretty dark this time of the evening anyway.”

“Well, that’s true...” She said as she fondled the material with her fingers.

Liz came back with a pair of transparent pumps. “Let’s see how these fit.”

“Oh Lord,” Amanda said when she saw the size of the heals. “No way I’ll be able to walk in those.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Bailey laughed. “If I can walk in heals, ANYONE can.”

“I can vouch for that,” Liz shot back as she bent down at Amanda’s feet. “OK, lift ‘em girlfriend.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Amanda giggled as she slipped her foot into one of the shoes. “I feel so...”

“Young,” Bailey answered as Amanda slipped her foot into the other one.

“I was going to say ‘slutty,’ but ‘young’ sounds SO much better,” Amanda laughed as she steadied herself and looked back to the mirror. “Oh, my.”

“How do they feel?” Liz asked, looking up from around her ankles.

“Oh, they FIT, OK, but I don’t know...”

Bailey walked behind her and started unwrapping the towel. “Let’s see how they look with the dress, silly.”

Amanda took a deep breath and frowned as the towel fell away and she spied herself in the mirror. But before she could say anything, Bailey took the dress and brought it down to her feet as Liz reached for one of her legs.

“What?” Amanda looked down.

“Honey,” Liz looked up with a smile as she grabbed her leg. “there are two kinds of dresses—pull down dresses and step-into dresses. This is a step-into dress.”

Amanda couldn’t suppress a giggle as she turned away from the mirror, lifted her legs to step into the dress and watched as the two women slowly pulled it up the length of her body. As she raised her arms to slip them into the sleeves, Bailey smiled and whispered in her ear. “Or a step-out-of dress.”

At that, all three women burst into manic fits of giggling. Bailey reached for the bottle and poured more of it in Amanda’s empty glass, while Liz adjusted the sleeves and nipped and pinched and tucked to get the gown to lay properly. Amanda held her hand over her eyes. “I don’t wanna look.”

Bailey pried her hand away from her eyes and offered the glass. Amanda took it and downed it rapidly, then finally drew a heavy sigh. “OK, ready,” she said as she gave Bailey back the glass and put her hands back over her eyes.

Grabbing her by a shoulder each, Bailey and Liz, still giggling uncontrollably, turned her towards the mirror and Amanda took the hands from her eyes.

“Oh, Geez,” Amanda exclaimed in all seriousness, as she raised both hands to her cheeks and pressed. “I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.”

“Please, I think we’ve had enough of both today, don’t you?” Liz smiled as she adjusted Amanda’s breasts in the cups of the dress. “Seriously, you look GREAT!”

“Oh, please,” said Amanda as she ran one hand down the slit in the side. “you can see EVERYTHING!”

Bailey leaned over and pulled the woman’s hair back over her shoulders. “Honey, that’s the general IDEA.”

“Well, yeah, but not this MUCH of everything!” She frowned, lifting the gown by the slit and running her hands across the slight cellulose lines on her thighs.

“Oh, bother,” replied Liz as she grabbed the sides of the dress from Amanda’s hands and flattened it back out again. “no one’ll notice unless you lift it up for them.”

“And by that time, he shouldn’t CARE...” smiled Bailey as she began working the hair into a ponytail.

“Is my butt really THAT big?” Amanda continued as she turned to the side.

“Not as big as some in this room,” Bailey whispered dryly in her ear as she finished putting the hair up.

“You’re not the biggest BOOB in the room either,” came the reply, as Liz stuck out her tongue.

Amanda blushed and continued to gaze into the mirror. “NOW, I feel like I’m back in high school.”

Liz straightened up. “Honey, trust me, you LOOK like you’re back in high school. “He doesn’t stand a chance.”

Bailey nodded. “And you don’t look like a Detective Tuck, either. More like a Mandy.”

“Oh, my, I’ve not been called THAT since high school either,” she smiled giddily, red simply flooding her face as she picked up the front part of the dress with both hands and started swishing it back and forth in front of the mirror, “by anyone other than my father, anyway.”

“Damn! Look at the time.” Bailey stepped back from the two and glanced at her watch. “You two finish up here, I have some finishing of my own to do,” she said as she hurried towards down the hallway.

Amanda watched her go, then lifted the dress and sat back down. “Not that I’ve spent much time with her,” she said, fiddling with the shoes, “but I’ve never seen her quite like this.”

Liz shook her head slightly and whispered, almost mumbling the reply. “Neither have I.”

Amanda looked up at that. “I really, really do want to apologize if I’m butting into anything here, Liz.”

“Oh, don’t be silly, girlfriend,” Liz smiled and turned back to her and began playing with her ponytail, reworking what Bailey had done, “any problems we’re having started a long time before you stumbled in. It’s a really awkward situation we’re in. Well, really, that SHE’S in. She really wants to run for DA one of these days, I think.”

“I can understand,” Amanda sighed and reached for the bottle of Dom. “That would explain the marriage,” she said as she poured another glass.

Liz pulled the hair back tightly at that. “Well, yeah. I guess. But it’s so fucking hard to see her going out all the time knowing I can’t...or we can’t...”

Amanda put her hand up over her shoulder and clasped the woman’s hand gently. Liz smiled down at her reflection in the mirror. “But that’s not your problem, girlfriend,” she said as she returned the gesture, firmly gripping Amanda’s hand in hers. For a few awkward moments, they remained like that, looking at each other’s reflections in the mirror.

Finally, Liz drew a heavy breath and stepped back, letting Amanda’s hand fall to her shoulder. “Uh, I think I need to take care of something,” she mumbled softly as she turned and hurried into the bathroom and closed the door.

Amanda lifted the glass to her lips, took a sip and glanced about the room. Finding the hairbrush, she picked it up and began running her fingers slowly over the handle. Downing the entire glass of champagne, she placed the glass back on the tray and dropped her left hand to her lap. She continued to hold the brush in her right hand and stared at it for a few moments. Slowly she brought it up to her face...her eyes closing and her lips pursing slightly.

“They say you never really own beer, you just rent it,” came a voice from the bathroom. “The same thing about champagne, I guess” Liz said as she walked back into the room. Mandy quickly brought both her hands back to the brush and gripped it tightly, adjusting herself in her chair and hurriedly crossing her legs.

“What’s wrong?” Liz asked.

“Uh, nothing,” Mandy replied, as she reached both hands down to tug at the end of the gown and crossed her legs the other way.

Liz stared at her for a few short moments, then walked to a nearby chest of drawers. “It might be worse than just being embarrassing, Amanda, I really think you need to see a doctor about it.”

“Uh, yeah. Tomorrow maybe, if it’s still a problem.” Mandy’s face turned red yet again. “I feel so bad about this. I don’t want to ruin your dress. You wouldn’t happen to have any...well, you know.”

Liz opened a drawer and started digging through it. “Way ahead of you,” she replied as she grabbed two pairs of black panties from the drawer and tossed them on the table in front of Mandy. She then turned back towards the bathroom. “We’ll need to get you a purse, too.”

Mandy sighed as she picked up the panties. “Again, I really think I need to thank you two for everything. This was SUCH a fucking lousy day before I stumbled into Bailey.”

“Well, it’s nice to know Dufus is good for SOMETHING,” came the reply from the bathroom. A minute later, Liz walked out with two napkins and a small silver purse in the shape of a combination safe, complete with handle.

“I’ve been using this to keep my cosmetics in, but you need it more than I do,” she smiled as she opened the purse and stuck a napkin and one of the pairs of panties inside. Then she handed it to Mandy. “Bathroom’s free.”

“Thanks,” Mandy replied as she took the things and went to the doorway and turned back towards the other woman. “For everything,” she finished as she closed the door behind her.

Behind her, in the bedroom, Liz sat on her bed and took a few deep breaths. One hand went up to wipe the wetness from her forehead and the other fell to the front of her shorts. “Damn,” she whispered to herself as her fingers reached their target.

She sighed once and started to sit down on the bed, but the flushing of the toilet in the next room brought her back to her feet. She shook her head vigorously, both hands balled and pressed to her forehead—then finally she stood still for only a second before quickly walking back into her closet and began searching through her clothes...

After about ten minutes, Mandy emerged from the bathroom and immediately went back in front of the mirror. “Everything OK?” came a voice from the closet.

“Uh, yeah,” mumbled Mandy in reply, her face still mesmerized by the reflection of the younger woman she barely recognized.

Liz walked out of the closet with another dress, but quickly threw it on her bed and walked to her dresser chest. “That help with the...problem?”

Mandy either didn’t hear her or was ignoring her. She ran her fingers lightly across her breasts down to her thighs. And giggled. Softly. Very softly. Then she reached for the bottle of champagne, which was now almost empty.

Liz turned back to her chest and rummaged through the drawers. “I guess it doesn’t matter anymore, does it?” she whispered quietly to herself.

“Mandy, you almost ready?!” came a voice from down the hallway.

“umm, hmm,” came the reply as the older woman poured herself yet another glass.

“Did you hear...?” Bailey started as she stood in the doorway. Both women looked up at that and Mandy almost dropped her glass. Almost. Her eyelashes fluttered swiftly as she breathed deeply and grasped the glass with both hands. Across the room, Liz groaned softly and slammed one of the drawers shut.

Assistant District Attorney Bailey Davenport was no longer there. In her place was some dark and dangerous vision in a low-cut lavender Armani gown that only one recognized and only the other would acknowledge.

“Wow,” Mandy muttered. “You look great,” was all she could say.

“Yeah, yeah,” Bailey quickly motioned to her to come. “Plenty of time for that later.”

Mandy started to put the glass down but Bailey grabbed her hand, complete with glass, as she started from the room. “You can bring that with you.”

As Bailey guided her to the top of the stairs, she bent her head back into the doorway and looked at Liz for a few seconds. “I’ll be back for you later,” she mouthed silently, and then she was gone.

Behind them, in her bedroom, Liz fell on the bed and listened as they noisily made their way down the stairs and out of the townhouse.

“Oops!!!!! Damn heels! Oh, geez, sorry, Bailey!!!”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. You can get some at the club.”

“But your carpet?!”

“That’s what cleaning crews are for.”

“Oh, look at that thunder! We’ll get soaked.”

“That’s why man invented umbrellas.”

“But Liz’s dress...?!!”

“If it gets wet, I’ll just buy her another one. Don’t fucking worry about it.”

As she heard the door slam behind them, Liz jumped up to her window and opened the blinds. Peering out past the water running in little streams down the glass, she watched as the headlights of the BMW came and went. Then she noticed her reflection in the glass. There were streams on both sides of the window, now.

She sniffled, softly, and did her best to wipe away the ones on her side.

Then she tore off her T-shirt and looked at the dress lying on the bed.

Fifteen minutes later, a brown Toyota pulled away from the Fairfield Townhomes and made its way purposefully through the rain.