The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Regardless of Phillip’s morals, or lack thereof, he was true to his word and showed up that Saturday to commence my training. He explained that there were two types of talents – psychics and telekinetics. Psychics have powerful telepathic and empathic abilities, but have only weak or, mostly, nonexistent telekinetic skills while the telekinetics, like me, could do amazing things to the physical world with our minds but only had rudimentary psychic abilities requiring much more concentration and effort in order to get the effects a psychic would get with just a momentary thought.

With that in mind, over the next several weeks he taught me that controlling a subject’s mind was much easier than reading it. That explained the difficulty I was having picking up the thoughts of others. He got me started on some meditation techniques designed to help with the level of focus required to consistently read minds without detection. However, that aspect of training promised to be a long and drawn out process. I would do the meditation on my own time. With Phillip, the attention was on containing my own energies properly and focusing any commands in a tight, undetectable manner directly into the subject’s mind.

Since Philip wasn’t a telekinetic there wasn’t much he could do for me there other than some basic theory. As I had already figured out, telekinesis was very useful in the area of personal combat. The problem was that Telekinetics (usually referred to as TK’s) were vulnerable to Psychics. Therefore Telekinetics almost never attempted a raid on other talents without a Psychic along. Usually, they would form up in duos, the Telekinetic providing a shield against physical attack and the psychic keeping any other psychics busy, thereby protecting the Telekinetic from a mental attack – leaving him (or her) free to throw blunt (or sharp) instruments around the area.

Unfortunately, in the world of talents, the Telekinetics hugely outnumber the Psychics so the size of any raiding party was limited by how many Psychics were available.

“Barring the element of surprise, any lone Telekinetic wouldn’t last ten seconds against a good Psychic,” explained Phil, “but against a Telekinetic/Psychic team, any lone Psychic would quickly be pummeled to death. Teamwork is the key. Success in combat depends on the Telekinetic and the Psychic being able to work together. The more in sync the team is, the more successful they will be.”

“Isn’t TK good for anything other than violence?” I asked, somewhat dismayed that my primary skill couldn’t be put to more productive and less destructive uses.

“You are only limited by your imagination.” Phillip grinned, “I’ve known TK’s who used their skills to make money by fixing sporting events – you know, the ball takes a bad bounce, incomplete passes, that sort of thing. Casinos used to be a big money maker but these new slot machines are all digital now. Still, there are some who get pretty good at craps and I even knew of one quick-eyed chap who could manipulate the outcomes on roulette wheels. For the most part though, TK tricks outside of combat are simply done for convenience or entertainment.”

“Well, I wasn’t really thinking of a way to make money. It’s just a little disappointing that all I’m really good for is muscle.”

“Hey, that’s just in the area of talents vs. talents. When it comes to normal people your telepathic abilities are more than enough to be useful. You can’t make changes as quickly or thoroughly as a psychic, but frankly, it’s only the rare occasion that calls for quick or drastic action. I certainly hope that you don’t harbor any reservations about using your skill in combat though – you may indeed be called upon to do so.”

“I don’t know. I was a victim of bullying all my life, so I always thought it would feel good to be on the giving end of things. But it just made me feel… uncomfortable.

Phillip’s usually amicable countenance darkened slightly, but only for a moment.

“In all those years of being bullied, didn’t anyone stronger ever intervene on your behalf?”

“Yeah… a few times.”

“That’s what you would be doing for us. Intervening for the greater good.”

“But only once did it involve violence, the other times all it took was talk.”

“Yes, but the talk was backed up by a credible threat of violence.”

“Right, so what you’re saying is that the more power one has, the less likely that actual use of that power should be needed.”

“But only if the possessor of that power has demonstrated that he is ready, and more importantly, willing to use his power.”

“It just seems… I don’t know… like there’s a better way.”

“Well, I’m sure that when the time comes, you will do the right thing.” Concluded Phillip in a tone that told me the discussion was over and the day’s lesson was to be continued.

I just hoped that when the time came, I would know what the right thing was.

The second week of December found Samantha and I sitting in my family room talking and I was ready to resume project Samantha.

In one sense I already had. As my final exam in ‘command and control’ I had, under the watchful eye of Phillip, caused Samantha to forget her decision to dress down in my presence. She still remembered the kitchen and what happened, but nothing about her decision. The result was almost immediate. Since I wasn’t trying to change anything basic to her personality, but simply returning her attitudes to a previously held state, it didn’t require the gradual conversion I had been employing with her other changes. She, more or less, forgot about her decision. Phillip confirmed that major changes in thoughts or beliefs needed to feel natural to the person or they just wouldn’t last.

“You can do pretty much anything over the short term and make the person forget,” he had told me, “but if you want the change to be permanent you have to make sure there is a logical and gradual progression from the old attitude to the new one. For those of you with limited psychic abilities, the degree of change and the number of aspects that need to be addressed dictate the length of time the conversion will involve.”

“So the success is dependent upon thinking the conversion through,” I had replied trying to make sure I understood it. Just as in school, I was proving to be a quick study, trying to find all the chinks in the logic and perhaps even starting with something that seems completely unconnected to what I’m really trying to do.

“Absolutely, though that would be rare. Usually it is straightforward; it may simply require attention in more areas than may be obvious at first blush. You actually started your strategy with the young lady next door properly. By slowly changing her perceptions of you physically you were negating some of the reasons she hadn’t been attracted to you. If you had simply made her hot for you sexually she would have immediately bedded you, but sooner or later the decision wouldn’t have made sense to her and the regret and confusion could have had serious consequences to her psyche, not to mention her feelings towards you – she may have ended up hating you in the long run.”

He had continued to teach me how to focus my thoughts until we both felt I was ready for more work on Samantha, which brings me back to my family room and the lovely redhead once again dressed in skimpy and revealing clothes. Okay, there may have been a little bit of over-compensation when it came to determining just how risqué her clothing should be when we were alone together – sue me.

She was wearing a red spaghetti strap tank top that stopped well above her belly button revealing the glittering diamond stud she had there. It was tight enough that each extraordinary breast was perfectly outlined. Her white shorts were tight and, against her bronzed skin, practically glowed. Her long shapely legs were propped up on the sofa she occupied. Her emerald eyes sparkled with joy when she flashed her dazzling white smile. The luxurious red hair flowed across her shoulders in relaxed waves.

She was talking about the latest humorous mishap in cheerleading practice but I wasn’t listening.

«You are beginning to see how some girls might think Jake would be a suitable mate.»

I focused all my attention on her mind, repeating the command several times. This would be the only time I gave her those commands. With my new focus and technique, endless repetition was not necessary. It was likely I only had to give her those commands once even in this session, but I decided that a little overkill wouldn’t hurt.

“So Jenna finally admitted that it was her and Francine was so pissed we thought she would kill her. But we were able to keep them separated until they worked it out.”

She finished her story and I gave a polite laugh even though I had no idea what it was that Jenna had done to Francine. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that Samantha’s eyes were traveling up and down my body in a way that she had never done before. When her gaze reached my face she smiled at me in a way that reminded me of that day in the cafeteria.

We continued talking and I caught her watching me several more times. It was working! I was that much closer to realizing my most ardent dream. Soon she would be holding me against her voluptuous curves, her full breasts pressing against my chest. She would be gazing into my eyes with love and lust. My cock was as hard as it had ever been, but I had to control my desires. The closer I got to realizing my dream the harder it was to be patient – her beauty was so intoxicating.

But I held myself in check and didn’t do anything that would jeopardize my progress so far.

Within a few days we were actually talking in school. I don’t mean the usual hello’s as we passed in the halls, Samantha had never pretended she didn’t know me – but now she actively sought me out, stopping by my locker to chat for a minute or two and we began to walk together whenever our classes were near to each other.

I finally had to make some changes in Mike so he wouldn’t say anything too revealing while in Samantha’s presence. He knew how I felt about her and I didn’t want him getting the wrong idea and saying something that would get her thinking too hard about her new feelings.

We were walking to class when I hit her with the next phase.

«You can easily see how women could find Jake sexually attractive. You strongly suspect that he would be a good lover.»

That time when we reached her classroom, instead of a quick squeeze of the hand she held it for a moment and leaned in to kiss my cheek. Her eyes lingered on mine as she withdrew.

“See you later, Jake,” she said through a smile that implied she was very much looking forward to seeing me later.

I stared after her in stunned silence. I had given the command one time and the effect was instant. I had to remind myself again how important it was that I give her time to get used to each change before implementing the next. The fact that I was making small, almost semantic changes, meant I could shorten the time between commands, but the overall transformation would still take time. I could wait, however difficult.

Last year at this time I was suffering silently, pining after the girl I loved more than life itself, believing that I would be fortunate in simply maintaining a friendship with her. Having her love me in the same way I loved her would have been considered impossible.

But now, she was less than a month away from doing just that. And I hadn’t really changed how she felt about me, simply how she looked at me.

I was less than a month away from a perfect life.