The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Bill was just another guy.

He sat through 8 classes of high school every day, and being an advanced student, was bored out of his skull most of the time. He had no special features about him (at least, none to distinguish him as being particularly attractive). His only girlfriend (poor chap) had broken up with him nearly a year prior. He was now beginning his senior year—the last push before the glorious freedom of life on his own: college! As we begin our story, Bill is sitting through his mind-numbingly long History class. The teacher is lecturing endlessly on the basics of the American government, although Bill could care less; he is preoccupied with a certain female across the room. By name, Lauren Wilson. By appearance, gorgeous. She has neck-length light brown hair, a smile that can melt dry ice, and a beautiful figure at 5′4″. She is by no standards a beauty queen or model, but there is just something about her...

“BILL! I asked you a question!”

“Wha—?” Bill awoke from his semi-erotic daydream just in time to swivel his head back to the front, and notice a miffed Mr. Johnson looking back at him. The middle-aged teacher sighed.

“Bill, if you’re not going to pay attention in my class, can you at least PRETEND to be learning and daydream with your eyes facing the board? I know it won’t interest you as much as Ms. Wilson, but...”

At this, the class erupted with laughter, and Bill felt his ears turn 5 different shades of red—he knew he was blushing like a fresh tomato, but tried to keep his composure. Unfortunately, the class was too far gone to continue ANY sort of lecture, and the teacher handed out the night’s assignments amid jokes aimed at Bill’s obsession with the goddess to his right. There was nothing he could do except refuse to make eye contact with Lauren—of course, this failed immediately. As her also-flushed face turned back, their eyes locked for an instant, then quickly resumed staring “casually” in different directions. Bill, humiliated and discouraged, breathed a sigh of relief as the bell rang.

As bill trudged home after his grueling day, he thought back to his experience in History class, and couldn’t help but becoming flushed with humiliation once more. He knew he would never have a chance with Lauren after that, and even though they had been sort-of friends before, there was NO way she would let something like that slide... would she? Besides, she was already tentatively seeing someone else, and he hated to imagine the pain of having to hear her tell him “no” to his face. The three blocks home seemed like 10 miles, and as he flopped onto his couch, he flipped on the TV to do some serious decompressing.

Bill sunk back into the couch, and was almost asleep when a loud (and obnoxious) ad came on about a hypnosis class in his area. ‘Stupid local cable’, Bill thought to himself, ‘why would anyone want to bark like a dog or some crazy shit like that?’. However, the class was pretty cheap, and Bill’s curiosity had been piqued by the flashing “find love” image on the bottom of the screen, and which changed themes every few seconds. “Ah, what the heck!” Bill said aloud, “I’ll give it a shot”.

The session began at 9:00 am the following Saturday. At 4:30 that afternoon, Bill drove home with a smile on his face. They had gone over several techniques for induction and suggestion, and they had learned how to use a posthypnotic trigger to re-activate a relaxed state. With this wealth of new tools, Bill couldn’t wait to learn more!

As soon as he was home, he jumped on his computer and began to download every piece of data he could find on hypnosis, hypnotherapy, and progressive relaxation techniques. For the next several days, he sat in his room absorbing volumes upon volumes of new and interesting information. By the end of the week, he felt ready to try it on someone—but who?

It just so happened that, in the course of the next few days, Bill received a message from one of his old friends. Her name was Kristy, and she was a college student a year and a half older than he was. Physically, she stood 5′2″, had red hair, relatively fair skin, and was (in Bill’s opinion) an attractive young woman. She had gained the freshman 15 (well, more like 10), and was not a supermodel by any stretch of the imagination, but Bill was never into artificiality—he liked women to be natural. Makeup was optional, if that; he hated people who piled on the mascara and lipstick just to make an appearance. A truly beautiful woman could wake up with hair tasseled, garments ruffled, and sleep under her eyes, and still have that magic charm about her. However, we digress from the good stuff...

She informed him that she would be home the next weekend, and would love to catch up with Bill (as Bill made the “cha-CHING!” motion with his left arm). Bill, eager to try his new-found skill, decided to run a gauge on Kristy to determine if she would be easy to hypnotize. He had read about an exercise in which the subject holds their hands, palms facing each other, about an inch or so apart. The hypnotist orders the subject to focus on their hands, as he says the word “close”. If the subject responds within 10 comfortable repetitions of the word, they are highly hypnotizable. As he ran Kristy through the process, he was astounded to hear her reaction over the phone:

“Holy cow! They touched!”

The response was not the unusual part—the timing was. Bill had only said the word once! Surely, it must’ve been a fluke. He told her to make a conscious effort to NOT move her arms, and began again.

“That’s so weird! They did it again!”

Bill’s curiosity was aroused (among other things), and he was grinning from ear to ear. She had again responded on the first try! Bill, as casually as he could, dropped the fact that he was studying hypnosis and was looking for a volunteer.

“Well, I volunteered at a stage hypnosis show at my prom last year, and it was a blast! I just remember hearing him say all these nice words, and before I knew it, I was walking back to my seat. I don’t remember much, but it’s like a really nice dream...”

‘Ah HA!’, Bill thought to himself. ‘Maybe that’s why she’s so open to subconscious suggestion—she’s been hypnotized before and enjoyed it! SCORE!’

“Anyway, I’m going to be in town next week, if you want to try to hypnotize me. I’d love to be able to lose a few pounds, but I just don’t have the drive. Maybe you could help—anyway, I’ll look forward to seeing you soon!”

With a click on the other end of the receiver, their conversation had ended, but Bill couldn’t help but hoping that an exciting story was just beginning.