The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Calantha means beautiful blossoms in Greek. I begin with her name, because I find that’s generally how things work in these sorts of stories. The chapters are named after the hypnotic conquests, and with the exception of prologue I can’t figure out a better way to divide this than the standard.

She was my next door neighbor and best friend for many years. Then we hit puberty and I fell in love with her. We went out for awhile, and even lost our virginity to each other, but by grade eleven’s end we had a falling out and it wasn’t until the summer before I left for college that we were able to get along again. I wrote to her a few times while away, and she wrote back and we both agreed to work on re-building our friendship.

I avoided her for the first month, for some reasons that even I don’t understand fully. But finally decided to go over to her house and be friends again. Of course seeing her again made me fall back in love with her. Or lust maybe, because there are certainly personality traits of hers that I hate. But physically she is my perfect woman. Her father is Greek and her mother is white, so she has jet-black hair and pale white skin. She’s blessed with beautiful breasts. Not the large sort you see on Internet porn sites, but the nice medium sized ones that you see on the really beautiful women. She’s slim and beautiful and... well maybe I’d better get on with the story.

The first time I went over her parents were there, and it was an awkward day of explaining what I was studying and what I was enjoying etc (I have learned never to say hypnosis is what I’m studying.) Both Calan decided to do something without her parents next time, and so a week later I went over while they were out of town for a few days. I had when I went over no plans to hypnotize her. I’m not saying it hadn’t crossed my mind, but it had crossed my mind in the same way you think to yourself at the age of 20 while eating Spinach that you’re actually super strong like Popeye. In other words it didn’t seem a likely outcome.

However I mentioned that I had got an A on my first paper at college, and she had wanted to know what it was about and I couldn’t think of something quick enough so I told the truth and said hypnosis. Trying not to blush.

“Oh, really like on TV?”

“Well, sort of yeah. More the psychological aspects of being hypnotized and hypnosis.” I said, trying to sound like it was just another subject and not a passion.

“So what’s it like?” When she asked that was the first moment that it popped into my head that I could actually hypnotize her. Of course I could, it would be easy. My theory is sound, and it would be so easy to do it. This is what I’ve been studying for, actually applying it. Actually hypnotizing a beautiful woman.

“Well it’s sort of like being stoned,” I answered. I have no idea what being stoned is like, I’m too afraid to try it. But I knew Calan enjoys the effects of pot every now and then. “You just get really relaxed and kind of drift for a bit then you wake up feeling amazing.” And my sex slave, I didn’t ad.

“How would you know?”

She knew I hadn’t been stoned, since one of the main reasons our relationship ended was my disapproval of her use of marijuana. So I shrugged and laughed, “Hey, I’ve been away in the big city for eight months. There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

“Could you hypnotize me? Or someone?”

“Yeah, I think I could. Do you want to try?” I asked.

“Okay, but you’re not going to make me your sex slave or anything like that?”

I smiled and tried to sound ironically serious, “Yes Calan, I’m going to make you my sex slave. As soon as you close your eyes I’m going to have you rip my clothes off and fuck my brains out.”

“Alright,” she smiled, “as long as that’s out in the open. What do I do?”

“Well here, why don’t you just hold onto this quarter for a moment,” I said, taking one out of my pocket, “And just stare at one particular spot on it. Why not the eagle’s eye, just hold it and focus your gaze on that eagle’s eye. Raise the quarter a bit, raise your arm a bit. Just leave the other arm relaxed in your lap.”

She was holding the quarter just above eye level so she had to tilt her head up to look at it. I corrected her and told her to look up with her eyes and not with her head. She did so and I continued.

“I want you to just keep focused on that coin, and my voice. Relax, and focus on the coin and my voice. Why don’t you just let yourself get more and more relaxed? As you get more and more relaxed, the coin will get heavier and heavier. As the coin gets heavier and heavier, you arm will also get heavier and heavier. In a moment, the coin will drop from your fingers and your eyes will close and your arm will come back down to rest in your lap along with your other relaxed arm. Heavier and heavier.”

Her eyes were starting to blink, and her arm was beginning to lower. When she noticed her arm dropping she’d close her eyes and force it back up. As though she could only had the strength to keep her arm up or her eyes open.

“Focused on the eagle’s eye, your arm is becoming so heavy. The quarter feels so heavy, and so hard to hold up. You know the moment it leaves your hand, and falls to the ground; you will fall into a deep hypnotic sleep. Your heavy eyes will close and your heavy arm will relax and your heavy cloudy mind will just drift into a relaxed hypnotized trance. Your heavy, heavy eyes are so hard to keep open. Soon they will close, and you will let go of the quarter and drop into a hypnotic trance. Your arm is heavy, warm and tired. The quarter feels like it weighs a hundred pounds and it is so hard to keep held up. Your arm is starting to fall, and soon it will be so relaxing, so pleasant to let the quarter fall too.”

Hey eyes were half closed by now, and her head was moving around trying to stay upright. Her arm was dropping, and then being raised again, as she fought to keep awake.

“Letting the quarter drop soon, and relaxing completely into a blissful hypnotic sleep. Sleep, heavy, heavy...”

I let the last heavy hang in the air for a moment. The quarter then dropped from her hand, and her arm fell limp to her lap. She looked at me in surprise for an instant with her eyes blinking rapidly, then they shut and her head fell forward.

I deepened her using a fairly well known technique.

“Calan I want you to raise and stiffen you arm. Make a fist. That’s good. Just like a steel bar, stiff and powerful. So stiff and rigid and so powerful that the more you try to lower or bend your arm, the stiffer and tighter it becomes. Try to lower or bend your arm and find it locking stiff; stiff and rigid. The harder you try, the stiffer it becomes.”

I could see her face change, as she strained to bend her arm. “That’s fine. When I touch your forehead, your arm drops limply down and you go deeper in sleep.” Her arm dropped and she relaxed further.

Now turning a hypnotized girl into a sex slave isn’t as easy as the stories would have you believe. Most established hypnotists would have you believe that it can’t be done, and that you can’t force anyone into doing anything they don’t want to. That’s true, in one way. You can’t force anyone into anything, but you can convince and trick her into a lot of stuff. With Calantha I had an already established sexual relationship, and one which I confirmed with a few questions while she was under, that she had interest in renewing over the course of the summer.

“Calantha, who am I?”

“Michael.”

“And who am I to you?”

“Friend,

ex-boyfriend.”

“No, I am your master.”

“No you’re my friend.”

“How do you feel right now?”

“Relaxed.” “Does it feel good?”

“Yes.”

“Better than pot?”

“Yes.”

“What would you do to feel like this again? To continue feeling like this now?”

“Anything.”

“If you want to continue to feel like this, and if you want me to help you to feel like this again you have to do something for me.”

“Anything.”

“You will do anything I say?”

“Yes.”

“Then I am your master.”

“Yes... you are my master.”

“Good, now when you are relaxed like this you will do anything that I say, right?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I want you to remember the eagle’s eye on the quarter. Do you remember that?”

“Yes.”

“Very good. It helped you relax so deeply, to become so sleepy, and deeply hypnotized. Now when you are not in this peaceful relaxed and very deep state, anytime I and only I, say the words ‘eagle’s eye’ to you, your eyes will close and you will fall back into this deep hypnotized trance. Do you want that?”

“Yes.”

“Good. You will not remember the phrase ‘eagle’s eye’ when awake, but only your sleeping self will. You will remember the ‘eagle’s eye’ only in the part of you which will do anything to return to this place. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“What will the words ‘eagle’s eye’ do to you when you are awake?”

“Make me sleepy and relaxed and fall to this place.”

“Yes. Now I am going to count to three. When I get to three you will wake up. You will not remember being hypnotized, you will think that I failed to send you to this sleep place. One, beginning to surface. Two, going up towards awake. Three awake.”

Her eyes opened and her head jerked up. A wide grin appeared on her face, “Well I guess you should give back that ‘A’ because you certainly aren’t as good on the application side as you are on the theory.”

“Are you sure you didn’t feel relaxed or anything?”

“Nope. Give it up, I almost fell asleep. But from boredom, not from being hypnotized. I knew that stuff was a load of crap. Better than pot. Ha.”

She stood up and stretched. I admired her midrift for a moment, until she caught me. “Hey, no looking at that. It’s not yours anymore. You don’t get to stare at it, yet.”

“Well I was wondering if maybe the ‘eagle’s eye’ would help that?”

Her eyes blinked, then closed and her head fell back and then she did. It took me jumping off the floor where I was sitting, and diving to grab her to keep her from hitting her head against the coffee table. I pulled her to the sofa, and lay her down on it.

“Calantha, can you hear me?”

“Yes.”

“Who am I?”

“Michael. Master.”

“Why am I your master?”

“Because I feel so good.” “You will do anything I want?”

“Yes.”

“Even if you wouldn’t do it when you were awake?”

“Yes.”

“What if I want you to do something when you’re awake that you wouldn’t normally want to do?”

“I would do it, but pretend I didn’t.”

“But you would want to.”

“Yes. Anything for this.”

I had always realized that Calantha had an additive personality, which is why I was so strongly opposed to her doing pot. Luckily pot didn’t lead her to anything harder, but I had feared it would. Hypnosis though, turned out to be Calan’s drug of choice. And the fact that I was the town’s only dealer... made the rest of my summer seem much too short.

“I am going to wake you up by counting to three again. This time you will remember going under hypnosis, but not any of the suggestions that I have made to you. Also when you awake anytime I snap my fingers, and then tell you to do something you will be hypnotically commanded to do that task. No matter how much your waking self will want to resist my command you know deep inside you, that you must obey me so you can return to this wonderful place. When trying to resist my commands, you waking self will not try to leave the house, telephone anyone injure me in anyway, injure you in anyway, or raise her voice louder than the level that I am speaking now. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good and the phrase ‘eagle’s eye’ will continue to send you into this deep relaxed state until I instruct you otherwise. One. Two. Three.”

She sat up on the couch and looked at me shocked. “You did it? You actually hypnotized me.”

“Of course. Was there any doubt that I could?”

“Well, a little. Wow that was so incredible.”

I snapped my fingers, “Explain in detail what you saw, felt, thought and experienced as I was hypnotizing you.”

“Well I was holding the coin, and I was thinking that you were just goofing off. All that gaze at the coin nonsense. Then I was wondering when you’d ask me to look into your eyes. Then my arm started to get heavy, but I figured that was just because I was holding it so high. You kept talking about relaxing and becoming heavy, but I didn’t really pay much attention to that. But then I realized that the moment you’d say something my body would feel it. You said that the coin was heavy, and all of a sudden it was like trying to hold up a brick. Then I noticed my arm was dropping, and I had to fight that up and keep fighting to keep it up. I didn’t want to give in, I wanted to see if I could fight it.”

“Like the time you went to the dentist and you said you tried to fight the anesthetic?” I asked.

“Yeah, and I thought about that, and how I found that really sexy then. Not being able to control your body, and having it fail on you like that. Sort of helpless, but safe and relaxed. Then my eyes were suddenly so heavy, and your voice was the only thing I could hear and the eye of that bird was the only thing I could see. Then the coin slipped and suddenly it was like being sucked out to sea in an undertow. My body just gave in and that’s the last thing I remember until you woke me up on the chair there.”

“Then what?”

“Well then, I was sure it had failed. Did you tell me to think that?

“Yeah.”

“And then you said something, that I can’t remember, and all of a sudden the blackness just yanked me down. Then I woke up here.”

I snapped my fingers, “Stand up.”

She did, still not realizing she had no choice in the matter.

Snap, “Close all the blinds on this floor of the house.”

“Okay, why, do you have a recruitment slide show from college to show me?”

Snap, “Unplug all the telephones in the house.”

“This better be a damn good presentation.”

She returned after a minute.

Snap, “Get me a drink.”

“Okay, but what’s with all this snapping?”

She brought back a can of my favorite beer (sorry no product placements here), which I opened and took a drink from. I was going to offer it to her, but then I realized that she didn’t drink. I was then going to force her to, but then I realized she didn’t drink because of her addictive personality, and thought better of it, besides there are much better things to do with a sex slave.

Snap, “Stand in front of me and stay perfectly still.”

She complied. I took stock of what she was wearing. A T-shirt from a REM concert we’d gone to together in high school. (They were touring their Automatic for the People album then. They’re best by far.) She wore very tight blue jeans, with a rip in the knee. Lastly she had white cotton socks on. I would have liked a better packaging for my first sex slave, but I also knew I didn’t have the patience to have her go upstairs and change. Hearing her describe falling under hypnosis from her vantagepoint, and having her obey all my initial suggestions, had turned me on to the point where it was nearing the final countdown, to quote a cheesy synth-pop song from my youth.

Snap, “Remove your shirt.”

“What? Yeah right, you have to at least buy me a drink first,” but her arms obeyed, grabbing the bottom of the shirt and pulling upwards, “Hey, what’s going on. What am I doing? What did you do?”

“Only made sure that you are unable to resist my commands.”

“Fuck you,” she said through her shirt. Underneath she had on a white cotton sports bra, with a shoe company logo. It wasn’t silk, or particularly sexy. Well okay, it was damn sexy, but because of the body behind it, not because of the shoe logo.

“Well, you soon might. But right now I give the orders,” I pointed out. Snap, “Drop the shirt to the ground. It now weighs more than a car and you can’t pick it up no matter how hard you try. Also you will not go more than two feet away from that shirt, unless I tell you to.” That was to keep her from putting the shirt on again, or running upstairs and locking herself in her room.

She bent down to pick the shirt up, but try as she might she couldn’t seem to move it at all. “What are you doing to me?”

Snap, “Remove your socks and jeans. I’m doing nothing to you. You’re doing it to yourself. You want this, even if you don’t seem to think so right now.”

Her socks came off, to reveal that unlike her fingernails, which were unpainted, she had deep red toenails. Her pants came next, revealing what I already knew about her wonderful legs and behind. Underneath were regular white cotton panties.

Snap, “Your pants and socks are now even heavier than your car.” I got up and walked over to her, when I got in arms reach she tried to hit me.

I flinched, but her arm went limp an inch from my face. I smiled, “That’s not going to work, you wouldn’t hit your master.”

“Master? You? Ha?”

I tried to run my hand down her back, but she pushed my hand away. Snap, “Your arms are too heavy to hold up right now. Let them relax. Just relax and stand there.”

I ran my hand all over her, feeling her soft skin. She was about to say something else so I snapped my fingers, “Shhh...” And then continued. I worked my way to her breasts, and pulled her bra off. Her arms offered no resistance, as they were limp and easy to bend and manipulate to my ends. I dropped the bra to the floor then lowered her panties to join it. Naked she was a sight. Finally I could contain it no longer.

Snap, “You will have sex with me. You will perform, as good as you can, and when I come into you, you will have the strongest, most pleasurable orgasm you have ever had. A hundred times so.”

With that her arms came to life and almost tore my clothes off. I had to pause to fumble around in my wallet for a condom. Fitting it on I was nearly carried to the couch, where met like two ships passing in the night. Okay, maybe not but use your own imagination... I’m not that good at writing about fucking. I will say that I imagine that I’m decent at the activity, but really you’ve never seen a woman climax like a woman hypnotically commanded to climax a hundred times stronger than anytime before in her life.

After we were done, and released of her last command, Calantha stood up and tried to run from the room. I barely had time to call out, “Eagle’s eye” before she was upstairs and locked in her room. The phrase sent her falling to the carpeted floor, where I had to pick up her naked body and bring it back to the couch.

“Calantha, can you hear me?”

“Yes.”

“What do you think about what has just happened?”

“Good. I want to obey. I want to be here.”

“Will awake Calantha ever agree with sleep Calantha?” “Yes.”

“Good. Calantha when I count to three you will open your eyes, get dressed and then forget totally about anything after being hypnotized. You will remember hypnosis as a wonderful sensation and you will be eager to experience it again. You will also suggest to all your attractive female friends that they should try it. Also every time you fall asleep now, you will have erotic dreams about what happened here today. You will dream about me hypnotically controlling you against your will, and you will find that you desire to experience that. You will not realize that these dreams are actually memories, but they will be the most erotic dreams you have ever had. One. Two. Three.”

Her eyes opened, though she didn’t appear quite there, and she stood and went over to the pile of clothes on the floor. She dressed herself and then came to life. We talked for a bit longer, and then gave each other a quick kiss and I went back home.

The next day I worked so I didn’t get to go over until late that night, after I got home and changed. When I rang the doorbell Calantha opened it wearing a pair of sweat pants and her sports bra.

“Hey, I just thought I’d stop by on my way home from work.”

“Oh, great come in,” she lead me in. We went into the living room, where we’d been before, and I noticed the lights were all dimmed and a single candle sat on the coffee table.

“Did I come in the middle of a date?”

“No. Actually remember when you hypnotized me yesterday?”

“Yeah.”

“Well I enjoyed it so much I got this book from the library and have been trying to do it myself, but I don’t know I guess I just don’t have the concentration,” she smiled.

“Well here just give me your hand. Make sure it’s straight. Would you like to experience pleasant relaxing feeling from yesterday?”

“Yes,” she said taking my hand as though about to shake it.

“Good. Then all you need to do is look into my eyes, and listen to my voice. Just focus on me, just for a moment. As you focus your eyes on me, and listen to my voice, I would like you to allow things to take place,” I said. I began to raise and lower her arm slightly, making sure it was kept straight. “As I raise and lower your arm, I wonder if you have noticed yet that there is a drowsy, heavy feeling beginning to occur in and around your eyes. Each time I raise your arm upward, that heavy feeling in those eyes will keep becoming stronger. As the eyes begin to close down, it becomes increasingly more desirable to allow them to remain closed.”

Her eyes were blinking, and her head was starting to wobble again. I was glad she was going under so easily. It would make the following suggestions that much stronger. “They are closing down all the way now. Let it happen. Want it to happen. Feel it happening now. Now sleep!” I pulled forward on her arm and her whole body went limp and fell into mine. I slowly carried her to the couch and let her lay down on it.

“Calantha, can you hear me?”

“Yes.”

“I want you to sit up and open your eyes, but remain so deep and so relaxed.”

She complied. Her eyes were glazed, not really focusing on anything.

“I want you to know look into my eyes, deep into my eyes. You find my eyes very powerful don’t you, very strong.”

“Yes.”

“They are your master’s eyes, and awake or asleep they have a special hold over you don’ they?”

“Yes.”

“When looking into my eyes, you want to do what ever I say, awake or asleep?

“Yes.

“Good, what does sleeping Calantha want me to do to her while she’s under hypnosis?”

“Control me, sex.”

“What does waking Calantha want me to do to her while she’s under hypnosis?”

“Control me, sex.”

“Will waking Calantha be mad if I have her strip or have her give me a blow job?”

“She will pretend to be, but she wants it.”

“Good, but will she try to run away, hurt me or call the police or a neighbor?”

“No.”

“Close your eyes and relax deeper. In a minute I will count to three again, and you will awaken. You will want very much to seduce me, you will believe that seducing me is the only way to ensure you will be able to visit this place regularly. In face Calantha the more you think about it you will realize that the only way to visit this trance is to submit totally to my commands. You will submit to me with your full body, soul, and mind to me sexually, physically and mentally. You will become entirely my slave. When you awake you will lead me into your room, change into your sexiest clothes in front of me and then seduce me. When I come you will come too, ten times stronger and more pleasurable than yesterday. When you climax you will realize fully, and completely, that I am your master and you are my slave. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“One, two and three.”

Her eyes opened again and she stood up and stretched.

“Well have you seen my new REM poster?”

“No.”

“Come up to my room then and I’ll show you that, and a whole lot more,” she winked and then blushed as she said that.

Once in her room, which did indeed have a poster for the new REM album Up, she quickly took off her clothes and slipped on a black strapless bra with lace frill. In place of her cotton panties went panties which later I looked up on the Internet and found were called a v-string. It was such a nice complement to her legs, that I almost didn’t want her to take it off. Well that’s a lie. Once she was on me and we were on the bed and the proper protection was on I really didn’t want anything aside from her to remove it.

I came into her, and she screamed in surprise at the power of her orgasm. She rolled off of me, and lay next to me for a minute, both of us quiet.

“Michael,” she finally said.

“Yes.”

She looked up into my eyes, “You are my master, and I’m your slave. I will do anything to experience that again and again.”

“Good. For now all you need to do is lay here.”

With that I closed my eyes and fell asleep.