The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The room exhaled sterility with each breath.

It was a simple exam room. Cabinets set above a long countertop that stretched against one wall. A table covered in loud, crinkling paper that was oddly reminiscent of disposable toilet seat covers, hinged towards one end where it could be propped up through one of the buttons set into the stand propping it up. Drawers filled with various instruments and tools. A few odd machines and devices here and there. A few rows of new, energy-efficient, environmentally-friendly bulbs, hidden behind plastic covers, the obnoxiously white walls reflecting the light around the room.

Amidst it all sat a strange fantasy come to life. As if someone had taken a piece of cartoonish artwork and brought it to life, a young woman sat quietly on the edge of the exam table, her hands folded in her lap. While appearing human in most respects, a pair of outlandish white-furred cat ears protruded the top of her auburn hair, complimented by a long white tail trailing out behind her. Her body was a bit disproportionate to realistic expectations, as well—an idealized hourglass shape, with exaggerated features as if created by some misogynistic hand. Her facial structure was the only particularly realistic mark, though even her skin was unmarred and impossibly flawless. Chestnut eyes and high cheeks rounded out the look.

Her outfit was simple. A fuzzy pink sweater that was several sizes too large, hanging off one shoulder, the sleeves extending over her hands so that only her fingertips were showing. A pair of loose-fitting jeans, ripped and faded, sat over her legs, with her bare feet just swinging back and forth idly.

She hummed quietly, a little smile on her face as she looked around the room. Exam day was always exciting. She loved the attention—there was something about it that gave her pleasant tingles up and down her spine. It wasn’t sexual, but it was the next best feeling to orgasm. Having someone check every part of her out at close enough proximity to hear the little in-and-out breaths through their nose just set off those brief little waves every time.

It wasn’t too long before the doctor entered. Just another doctor, like all the others, as far as she was concerned. The only defining characteristic she ever paid much attention to was male or female. Otherwise, they were all trustworthy, all-knowing, friendly, authority figures. Come to make sure she was healthy and, of course, to give her a healthy dose of tingles.

The doctor gave a brief nod. “Good afternoon. How are we feeling today?” He offered a reassuring smile before crossing to the countertop, laying out a manila folder with some paperwork inside it and reviewing it.

“Great!” The girl chimed back with a bright smile, perking her ears up excitedly as she sat up straight and at attention.

Nodding once more, the doctor offered an easy, “Good” response before looking over the file for the few bits of imporant information.

Caitria

Status: Alive

Department: Artificial Life

Focus: Experiment and patient control

Notes: Caitria is an aid to the security department. She is to be used for all experiments regarding non-violent submission in the patient and experiment population. These are to include drugs and chemicals, new technological advances, and testing of other experiments’ psychic powers—in short, she is available to be mind controlled in all ways so that we can continue to advance methods of control that will better ensure the safety of the security teams.

I have designed her to be sexually appealing based on artwork some members of the staff made in their free time. We’ve found that sexual control is often among the most effective methods of patient and experiment subdual, so she should fit into most peoples’ general tastes.

Please document all procedures where possible. We would prefer any side-effects of medication or testing are recorded, and we would also like the necessary testing protocol to be followed, to ensure the best results for use in further experimentation.

Signed,

Dr. Cosgrove

The doctor closed up the file, turning and walking over to the attentive young woman. “Caitria, is it?”

She looked back at the doctor with a wide-eyed curiosity of innocence, giving an affirmative nod. “Yes, Doctor.”

He offered a warm smile. “My name is Doctor Adams, I’ll be conducting the exam today.”

Caitria beamed happily, shifting slightly in her seat as she tried to look as presentable as possible, straightening her back before arching it some. “OK!”

“Why don’t we go ahead and start with your visual fields? I want you to look right here,” he said as he tapped the side of his nose, near the corner of his eye, “And using your peripheral vision, I want you to tell me how many fingers I’m holding up, OK?” He then raised his hands to her sides, moving from top to middle to bottom.

Caitria focused intently as she gave her answers. “Two. One. Three.”

Doctor Adams nodded. “Good. Keep looking at my eye here, and I’m going to bring my finger in from outside your vision. When you see it moving, say ‘now.’”

Again, she gave her answers as honestly as she could. “Now. ... Now. ... Now.”

He met her responses with approval. “Good.” He reached into the pocket of his labcoat, producing a small penlight. “Alright—I’m just going to take a look at your pupils here...”

And so the tests went on for several minutes, moving from her eyes to her ears, from her ears to her breathing, from her breathing to her heart, from her heart to her fingers and sense of touch...

After Adams finished with the routine inspections, he retrieved a phoropter that had been mounted on a moving table and wheeled it over in front of Caitria. “Alright. I’m going to dim the lights a little...” He crossed to the dimmer switch, bringing down the brightness of the room a bit. He then flicked another switch, and a chart of various-sized letters appeared lit up on the wall opposite the girl. “Just go ahead and look through the lenses there at the chart.”

Caitria leaned forward, shifting her face about a moment as she found the appropriate placement for her face and her eyes. “OK. It looks a little fuzzy.”

Adams nodded. “Alright, well let’s see if we can’t clear that up, hmm?”

A few clicking noises and the sound of metal sliding into place greeted Caitria. She shifted slightly, feeling a little buzzing in her head. It wasn’t the usual tingling that came from the exams, she couldn’t quite place what exactly the feeling was. It just felt... Off a little.

Adams glanced idly off to one side. “How about now, can you read any of the letters on the chart?”

She blinked a couple times and squinted slightly. “Umm... The really big ones, yeah, but it’s still pretty fuzzy.”

A couple more clicks, the brief visual of new lenses sliding into place. There it was again, but a little stronger. It was similar to maybe having had a few drinks, except she didn’t feel disoriented. Just... Not quite right. Was he saying something to her? “Er... Sorry, could you say that one more time?”

With the utmost patience, Adams stated simply, “Can you see it better now?”

Sure enough, the chart did look a bit clearer. “Yeah.” Caitria smiled, glad to give a response the doctor would approve of. Progress was always good during an exam.

“Why don’t you go ahead and read the smallest line of letters that you can.”

The room seemed quieter somehow to her. It was already relatively silent, but... Maybe it was the doctor’s voice just seeming louder. A little clearer, perhaps. “Uh... S T O A B C E M Y.”

“Very good,” came the simple, confident reply. Caitria buzzed again—another right answer. It meant everything was fine, there were no problems. It would be an answer the doctor would be satisfied with.

A couple more metal clinking noises, some new lenses sliding into place. He asked her something, but she couldn’t focus on the words. There was something about the chart. It looked slightly fuzzier, but something about it was intriguing. She couldn’t put together what it was, but there was just something about it. She sighed softly, her posture relaxing some as she narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to decide what it was about the chart.

“Caitria,” Adams said, as if calling her to attention again.

“Oh! I... I’m sorry, could you say that again?” She stammered out.

Once again, with no hint of annoyance, only absolute patience, Adams spoke. “Does that look better, or worse?”

She wasn’t really sure, of course. The chart looked different, but it wasn’t fuzzier or anything. Better to give the right answer, the appropriate answer. “Mmm better.”

“Good.” She felt a pleasant buzzing in her head again. What a wonderful word to hear. Still performing admirably. “Read the same line again.”

She recited the letters as she saw them. “O A B E M Y.” Hmm. Weren’t there more letters? It probably wasn’t important.

“Alright, I’m going to add some colors to the chart here.” A click. The chart appeared green on one half and red on the other. “Does either...” The rest of his sentence seemed to trail off and become muffled to her.

Caitria sighed softly, hardly noticing that she couldn’t understand what he was saying any more. She felt like she was drifting a bit, that swimming feeling in her head becoming more intense. She realized she hadn’t blinked in awhile, allowing her lids to slowly come down before idly rising back up halfway.

“Caitria.”

“Uh...? Oh... Sorry.”

“Does either side look brighter or clearer to you?”

Oddly, the colors seemed pretty normal, but some of the letters on the chart sure seemed to stand out a lot more against the background. That was interesting, she thought. “The... Letters look different, Doctor.” She smiled softly as she spoke.

Adams still seemed to be going through the motions, his question sounding as routine as everything else about the exam. “Which ones? Can you read out the ones that look different?”

Caitria focused intently on them. “O B E Y.”

“Good.” She shuddered lightly. She considered how much more wonderful her day would be if everything she did were met with that wonderful approval, that simple statement that meant she gave the right answer.

“You may notice they spell something out, Caitria. Can you read what they spell out?”

She perked her ears up. “Oh. It does spell something.” She blinked slowly. “Obey.”

“Good. Again.”

Caitria didn’t even pause or consider why she might be asked to read the word again. She knew she had said it clearly the first time, but the doctor wanted her to repeat it. That was all she needed to know. “Obey.”

“Good. Once more.”

“Obey...”

Caitria felt as if the room around her had faded away some. She was still aware that she was sitting on the table, but it was like she was just listening to the doctor and following along with his instructions. Following along with the exam. Nothing else was important.

Adams nodded. “Good. You may sit back and take your clothes off now.” He wheeled the phoropter back to its resting place, and as he did, Caitria just nodded her confirmation.

“Yes, Doctor,” she intoned in a dreamy manner. She casually reached down and lifted her oversized sweater away from her body, letting it drop off her fingers to pool on the floor beside her. She then unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down from her hips and past her legs to crumple beside her sweater. She started to purr softly, her body vibrating ever so gently as she sat exposed to the room, waiting to hear what part of the exam was next.

Doctor Adams crossed over to the countertop where her files were, producing a pen from his labcoat pocket and jotting down a few notes. He turned his head slightly, calling over his shoulder. “You can kneel and display yourself for me now.”

“Yes, Doctor.” Caitria pressed her palms against the table and pushed herself up off the end, before letting her knees slowly drop down to the floor. She wanted to make sure the doctor could get a good look at her, to examine her as closely as possible. She spread her thighs, resting her palms on top of them as she arched her back and pushed her chest forward, lifting her chin and staring with half-lidded eyes forward at nothing in-particular.

Her examiner walked over to her, standing in front of her as he looked down at her. “How do you feel?”

She offered a dreamy smile as she tipped her head up to look at him. “Wonderful.” It was true—her thoughts just drifted around her head, never really landing to form into complete thoughts, content to simply wait for her next instruction. Waiting for the exam to continue, to give the proper response and to know she had given the right answer. To obey.

“You’re doing very well. Such a good kitten.”

Caitria gasped softly in happy response to the praise. “Thank you, Doctor.”

Adams nodded. “Play with yourself, kitten.”

The request seemed a little odd. What did that have to do with her exam? It was difficult to piece together an argument against it, however. And she couldn’t deny that she didn’t want to obey. She wanted to give the proper response, after all. She wanted to continue being a good kitten. “Yes, Doctor,” she sighed out as she let one hand slip between her legs, stroking at her petals, her other hand lifting to lightly squeeze her breast.

“Good kitten.”

A moan escaped Caitria’s lips. That praise meant everything in the world to her. And how wonderful it was that she received that amazing little phrase in response to touching herself. She felt a rush of wet warmth rush between her legs as she continued to stroke herself, giving a soft, “Mmm” to nothing in-particular.

Adams left the girl to play with herself for a moment, walking back over to his notes and once more jotting a few things down. He glanced at the clock mounted on the wall, above the door, before writing a few more things down. He clicked his pen once, then slipped it back into his labcoat’s pocket before crossing over in front of Caitria again. “Good. Get yourself nice and wet, kitten.”

Her skin flushed and her drifting smile faded as she started to feel little jolts of pleasure sent up through her body. Her lips remained parted as she breathed a little heavier, a little more audibly, her nipples standing on end against her fingers as she started massaging her breast a little more firmly. Yes, she would make herself wet—she was a good kitten, after all. “Y-yes, Doctor... Ahh~”

“You’re doing very well, kitten. Just obey and fuck yourself.”

The phrase echoed in her progressively emptier and emptier mind. Obey. Fuck yourself. Obey. Fuck yourself. Gooood kitten... Her eyelids fluttered as her eyes rolled back some, her body starting to undulate underneath her own attention as she began to attend to her swollen clit. Her breaths began to turn into moans and cries at the end of each exhale.

“Very good, kitten, very good.”

It felt as if her pleasure was intensified with each praising statement, each reminder that she was doing exactly what she was supposed to be doing. No need to think, no need to worry—just obey. And fuck yourself.

She started stroking herself more earnestly, rubbing her clit with an increasingly desperate desire. She felt an aching, a building need. A nagging feeling that told her it needed to be taken care of. She pinched her nipple before squeezing her breast firmly, eliciting a lewd, shameless moan that echoed off the walls of the room.

“That’s right. Make yourself cum, kitten. Spill your honey all over your fingers and the floor.”

“Y-yes.. Ah... Doctor... I-I... Obey...!”

Her breathing became higher pitched and more ragged, faster and faster as she felt the tidal wave of pleasure building and building inside her, threatening to break the dam and come rushing through her body. She had to cum. She needed to be a good kitten and cum. She needed to obey so badly.

Finally, her whole body tensed up and her breath caught in her throat for a brief moment. She then shuddered heavily and moaned low, before building to a screaming ecstasy as her hips bucked underneath her fingers, completely surrendering her body to the doctor, putting her most private moment on full display for him to examine.

He nodded his approval, stepping forward and stroking his fingers through her hair and over her ears. “Good kitten.”

She rode her orgasm much longer than usual just on the thought that she had pleased her doctor as much as she had pleased herself. She had performed admirably for the exam, just as he wanted.

Filling out a bit more paperwork, Adams folded everything up and gathered up his materials as he prepared to leave. He crossed to a phone on the wall, by the door, and dialed one of the extensions. After a moment he spoke. “This is Doctor Adams, over in exam room 3. I have an experiment that will need help returning to her room. I’m finished with her exam. ... Yes. ... Yes, that’s fine. Thank you.”