The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

On Sunday morning, I woke up in bed, spooned against Lynette. I looked around, but Kristen wasn’t in the room.

My movement alerted Lynette. She whispered, “Kris got up a while ago and went downstairs. She told me to keep you company.”

Lynette and I kept each other company by kissing each other for about five minutes. After that, the two of us showered together. Lynette even allowed me to wash her hair.

As I got dressed, I thought about Lynette.

Lynette and I had, by this time, settled into a comfortable routine. Occasionally, Kristen would include me in her adventures with Lynette, and sometimes the two girls would do things without me. Of course, sometimes Kristen and I would do things together without Lynette.

I’ve always found that it difficult to explain the relationship between Lynette and me to other people. What I felt toward Lynette wasn’t love—at least, if you define “love” to be what I felt for Kristen, my mother, or my sister. However, it was more than just friendship. After having Lynette being an intimate part of the relationship between Kristen and me for the last three months made it difficult to even conceive of a relationship with Kristen that didn’t include Lynette.

It was plain to everybody that Lynette’s real focus in her life at the current moment was Kristen and not me. Lynette had been close to Kristen for years, and once thought that a romantic relationship with Kristen was unachievable. After Kristen and I became a couple, Lynette somehow managed to become a part of our relationship. I’m not sure what happened, but whatever it was must have happened right before or during the Senior Weekend, because the Lynette that I knew up until that point would never have accepted the role of “Pussy Slave” to anybody.

Lynette once confided in me that she didn’t think Kristen was capable of loving anybody else until she saw Kristen and me going together. This may sound heartless and mean, but I must admit that I thought the same way about Kristen before I got to know her better. Kristen always kept her personal life to herself and managed to appear aloof and superior to everybody else in school. Only now was I beginning to understand the (self-imposed) loneliness that she felt throughout her first eleven years of school.

Somehow, Lynette filled a need within Kristen that I couldn’t fill. Maybe it was the fact that they were both female. Then again, it could be that Kristen felt free to dominate Lynette, which she may have felt that she couldn’t do with me since I had the power of the tickets. Whatever it was, Lynette filled a very important need within Kristen, and likewise Kristen filled an important need that Lynette had. I remember this sort of relationship being described in biology class as a “symbiotic relationship,” and I guess that’s one way to describe it. Whatever it was, both Kristen, Lynette, and even I were much happier by the existence of the relationship between the two of them.

Likewise, Kristen and I shared a truly wonderful relationship, and it was pretty amazing that Kristen and Lynette’s relationship didn’t interfere with it, but augmented it instead. It made it even more special.

Both Lynette and I realized that Kristen was the main focus of our love, but there was also something quite consequential between the two of us that was there if you looked deep enough. The two of us were very much attuned to each other’s feelings, and we could anticipate each other’s moods to a point. Neither Lynette nor I would hesitate to stand up to Kristen on behalf of the other if one of us felt that Kristen did something wrong to the other.

Once I got out of the bedroom, the place felt lonely.

June went home that night, taking Archy to his parents. I guess they were thrilled that Archy was home for a quick visit. I knew that Kristen’s “Uncle Jerry” would be taking Archy back to college this evening.

Last night, after June left, Sherry went home, but not before she gave me another one of her enthusiastic kisses in front of a rather surprised Lynette.

Cammy and Will were at the main house, and I remembered that Camille said that she needed to talk to me alone, a request that almost certainly had to do with the tickets.

Patty, who also told me she needed to talk with me, didn’t have an opportunity to do so last night, and she promised before she left that she’d find some time before the weekend was over. I knew she was supposed to work at Roman’s tonight, so that meant that she’d probably see me this afternoon.

Since Lynette—the one who did most of the cooking at the apartment—was still in the bedroom, I decided to skip breakfast, and peeled an orange that was in the fruit bowl in the kitchen and headed downstairs to the music studio as I ate the sections.

I went the long way downstairs, taking the stairs at the other end of the apartment so that I would walk by the billiard room to see if Kristen was perhaps playing another game of pool with Camille.

Instead of Camille and Kristen in the billiard room, I was surprised to see Patty sitting on the chair, listening to the soft and memorable strains of Stairway to Heaven on the record that Kristen and I were listening to yesterday afternoon.

“Hey, Patty! What’s up?”

I think this was the first time that my presence ever startled Patty.

Patty recovered quickly, however. “Hi, Jim! Kristen told me that I could come over whenever I wanted today, and I felt that the two of us needed to talk.”

I nodded.

“Kristen told you something that bothered you recently.”

This was a statement, not a question. I’ve learned over the past year that Patty was like that.

I simply nodded at Patty.

Patty looked serious. “The only thing Kristen could have told you that would have upset you about me was what Kristen and I talked about before the two of you started dating.”

Again I nodded.

“You have to realize that Kristen was suicidal, Jim!”

“Not to mention homicidal,” I added glumly.

“She wasn’t seriously going to kill you, and I doubt that she would have killed herself. She was trying to scare me.”

“Patty, you are easy to talk to, but you aren’t a psychiatrist! You can’t make that kind of decision! That sort of thing is a matter of life and death!”

“Jim, you never realized how much Kristen prefers to be in control. She saw no future with you because she’d never be able to control you while she had the addiction.”

“Kristen told me that yesterday. She told me that you said that if she killed me, she’d be a junkie without a fix. Some friend you are!”

I thought saying that would shock Patty, but I was mistaken.

“You think that I’m not your friend because I pointed out the truth to Kristen?”

“You’re twisting my words around!”

Patty didn’t respond, but just looked at me.

I stared at Patty, daring her to out-stare me. It was a child’s game; I admit it.

Finally, I broke the silence. “I really thought you were my friend, Patty.”

I slowly turned to walk away, feeling as if my best friend plunged a knife into my heart.

To her benefit, Patty didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, she quietly said, “At that time, Kristen didn’t have any friends, Jim. The only person she could talk to was her brother, who was living on the East Coast. I felt that Kristen needed a friend right then, and I tried to talk some sense into her. Can you really fault me for that? Isn’t that what a friend is supposed to do?”

I stopped walking away. Patty did have a point. I sighed and said, “Kristen said you called her up and wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“I did. I knew what she was going through. Kristen felt violated, and to her, what you did to her was even worse than what she thought happened to me.”

Once again, I was at a loss. Patty’s words were hitting me like a sledgehammer. I was barely able to choke out the word, “Worse?”

Patty shook her head slowly. “Look at it from her point of view. You know what you did to her. She felt humiliated to have to call my home and then Wendy’s mother just to talk to me in order to set up a ‘date’ with you. Usually, I’m sensitive to these things, and I should have seen this when you crossed the line, but I must have been under the influence of a ticket. I was, wasn’t I?”

Was Patty? My mind was a mass of confusion of mixed emotions and self-doubt. I tried to think what happened the day that I put Kristen under my power, and suddenly remembered that I gave tickets to Wendy, Camille, and Patty—and told them not to worry about how I was doing these things, but rather to think that I was pretty wonderful. “Oh, yeah,” I said glumly, the realization hitting me.

Patty nodded. “That’s probably why I couldn’t think that you were doing something terrible, Jim. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was feeling very guilty for allowing what happened to occur. When I heard her on the phone the next day, I realized that something was seriously wrong. I needed to do whatever I could to try to fix things.”

“You keep saying things like that. You’re sensitive to the tickets; you knew how Kristen was feeling. What are you telling me?”

Patty lowered her eyes. “I’ve never been able to tell anybody before. Let me see if I can do so now. If not, Jim, it’s not because I don’t want to.”

My ears pricked up. Patty was teetering on the verge of answering a question that was on my mind for so long. I was genuinely curious. “Tell anybody what?”

Patty took a deep breath and said, “Camille and I have been best friends since, like, forever. Then something happened to her. Everybody knows her hair suddenly got lighter. She denied dyeing it, and eventually, everybody didn’t think much about it. She also used to be an average student, but she started acing classes. She also started to become more popular at school, sleeping with her sister’s friends, both boys and, it was whispered, girls. That was all very unlike her. I’d ask her what was happening, and she’d just shrug.”

“Camille was under the influence of the tickets,” I said.

“Right, but she didn’t have them. Her sister did.”

Patty knew about Debbie? I simply nodded to confirm this to Patty.

“I confronted Debbie and demanded to know what was happening. She simply laughed at me and handed me a ticket. This happened so fast that I couldn’t ignore the ticket and run away. I was forced to take the ticket from her.”

“What did Debbie command you?”

“I heard her words, Jim, and I can only tell you the last part.” Patty closed her eyes and added, “I remember her saying, ‘you will have no memory of what I’ve just said.’ That was it. I left her house, and didn’t worry about Camille’s odd behavior much anymore. I started to take it for granted as if she was always that way—a slut, in her own words.”

“OK...” I said, drawing the syllables out, hoping that Patty would continue.

“I have a hunch about one of Debbie’s commands. I mean, when I saw the ticket that first time, everything within me told me to get away... run away... avoid it as if it were the plague! However, the next time I saw a ticket... in the store when you now had them... instead of getting that bad feeling, I eagerly took it, thinking that it would be fun. I knew what you were saying and what you were doing, and I just went along with it. I now think that Debbie must have made me feel that way.”

That didn’t follow what I understood of the tickets. When the tickets passed from Debbie to whomever was next... Camille? Anyway, commands made didn’t continue, did they? But wait, what about the commands that Tim gave to Sherry... they transferred to me, didn’t they?

“You’re thinking of something,” Patty said, looking at me.

“Do you remember what Sherry told us, about how Tim gave her a command and now she’s forced to follow it with me? What if Debbie’s command to you is now directed at me?”

Patty thought this over. “That could make sense. If Debbie told me to trust her, and that command is directed toward you...” Patty’s voice trailed off.

I let the red haired girl think about this.

“Those things are... evil!”

“Yeah,” I said with a sigh. “Tell me about it.”

“You must destroy them!”

I shook my head. “Nope. That won’t solve anything. Debbie got rid of them and now I have them. I got rid of Tim’s tickets, and now Sherry feels she needs to give up her virginity to me.”

The two of us were silent for a long time.

“The record’s skipping.”

Patty and I turned to see Lynette in the doorway. She was wearing only a robe.

How much did Lynette hear of our conversation? I looked wildly at Patty, and she shook her head a bit, but I didn’t understand what she was trying to tell me. Was she indicating that Lynette didn’t hear anything, or that she didn’t know what Lynette heard?

“The record!” Lynette repeated. She moved over to the phonograph and lifted the tone arm, which was riding in the lead-out groove on side one of the Zeppelin album. “Kristen will kill you if you break that needle!”

Without thinking, I pointed to a small box to the right of the turntable. “There’s another Shure cartridge in that box over there. I think the old one was about due for a change. The new one’s a type III that I’ve been wanting to try out. Stereo Review gave it high marks.”

“You want me to change Kristen’s cartridge? Are you fucking nuts?” Lynette looked at me with an incredulous expression that made it look as if I just asked her to do heart surgery on herself.

“I’ll do it later,” I said, shrugging. “I have the screwdrivers in the studio, since that was the last place I replaced a cartridge.”

Lynette picked up the record in between her palms, and carefully placed it into the paper record insert before putting it into the album cover. She placed the album in the wooden case, and switched the receiver so that it was playing a soft song from one of the FM stations.

“I’m going to the main house. I think Kris is with Cammy, and I want to tell Cammy all about the new routine that Sherry and I came up with for the squad.”

“In your robe?” I asked.

Lynette opened her robe, revealing one of Kristen’s designer bathing suits underneath.

I whistled appreciatively. “Give her my love,” I said, softly.

Lynette smiled at me. “I’ll give everybody your love, Oogie. I’m sorry for interrupting, Patty. I’ll tell Kris and Cammy that you’re here.”

“Thanks, Lynette,” Patty said.

I thanked Lynette as well, and she left the billiard room and headed down the hall.

After I was sure that Lynette was out of the building, I asked Patty, “Do you think she heard?”

“No, she didn’t.”

“Yeah, right,” I said sarcastically. “You can, like, just feel that. Right?”

“No, Jim,” Patty said, her face looking a bit hurt. “I can’t talk about the tickets unless you are around, and never when anybody else that doesn’t know about them is around. She came after we shut up.”

Patty said that with such certainty that I didn’t bother to argue.

“What were we talking about?” I asked.

“You said you can’t destroy the tickets.”

“No,” I corrected. “I said I won’t destroy them. I don’t know enough about them, but everything inside me tells me that if I just assume that destroying them will get them out of my life, then I am seriously mistaken.”

Patty narrowed her eyes. “Why do you say that?”

I told Patty what I decided. “Look, if I get rid of the tickets, then most likely, they will end up with somebody else. Now, I’ve abused the tickets myself, and I’ve seen what other people have done with the tickets. I may not be perfect...”

Patty nodded. “But you already know how easy it is to go too far with them. Right? You’ve already made the mistakes.”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “Something like that.”

Patty thought for a few minutes. After what seemed to me to be an eternity, she finally said, “You have a good point.”

It was obvious to me that Patty wasn’t happy whatsoever with my answer, however.

As I entered the kitchen in the main house, Daniel and Charley Swift were just leaving.

“Hello, Jim! Kris, Will, and their friends are still eating breakfast,” said Charley.

Charley gave Patty and me a big hug, and Daniel shook our hands.

I said, “You guys look as if you’re going somewhere.”

Charley nodded. “Kristen and Will sent us on an errand.”

An errand? “Where’s Harry?” I asked, confused.

“We gave him the day off after he put that party together yesterday.”

“Oh,” I said. I hadn’t thanked Harry for all his hard work, and I felt a little ashamed at that.

“Have a nice day, you two!” Daniel added as he and his wife left.

Kristen noticed my expression, and laughed. “Don’t worry about Mom and Dad,” she said. “They’re happy for an excuse to take a day trip to Chicago.”

“Oh,” I said, still feeling guilty.

Kristen jumped up from her chair and almost tackled me as she gave me a kiss. “Good morning, Oogie!”

“Hi, Sweetness!” I said, trying to appear cheerful.

I looked at the table, and saw Lynette, Camille, and Will with some plates of pancakes.

Kristen saw my look. “Are you hungry?”

“No,” I said. “I ate an orange.”

“How about you, Patty?” Kristen asked.

“I don’t think...”

“Sit down!” Kristen ordered. “Lynette, put some pancakes on a plate for Patty.”

Patty was a bit bemused by Kristen’s remark, and Lynette immediately got up and started moving some of the extra pancakes onto one of the empty plates next to the stack.

I felt a bit left out, being the only one that was still standing after Patty and Lynette sat down. “What are the plans for today, Goddess?”

“I let Will hear the tape you made for me, Jim.”

Kristen didn’t need to tell me which tape she was talking about. Unless I was seriously mistaken, it was the Without You tape. “Oh?”

“It moved me,” Will said, softly.

I shrugged. The performance moved me as well, but somehow, I felt a bit embarrassed that Kristen played the tape for her brother without telling me first.

Patty looked puzzled. She stared at me for a few seconds before finally asking, “A tape?”

Somehow, this whole discussion was getting too intimate for me. Patty’s eyes widened right before I made up my mind.

I left the main house and ran back to the apartment. I started to go upstairs to the main bedroom, but remembered that we didn’t have any locks on the bedroom doors. I took a quick detour and locked myself into my studio and turned on the DND light.

To say that I felt bad was a gross understatement.

For the last few months, I thought that everything was going fine. Thanks to Patty’s assurances during the Senior Weekend, I actually stopped thinking of myself as a terrible rapist. I was no longer dwelling on my misdeeds with the tickets.

Why were Kristen and Patty both bringing up the past now? Just yesterday, Kristen told me how suicidal and lonely she felt when we first met. Then, this morning, Patty told me that I was worse than the guy that raped Patty and turned her life upside down afterward.

I no longer felt worthy of Kristen’s love. Not only that, I doubted that I deserved the friendship of Patty, Lynette, Camille, and Will.

After what seemed like an hour or so, I glanced at the intercom light to see if it was blinking. It wasn’t. I was right: nobody loved me.

I started playing the Moonlight Sonata on the upright piano. For some reason, my mind was taken back to the Danish musician-comedian Victor Borge, who I once heard play the introduction to this song, doing a simple segué into Cole Porter’s Night and Day, and finally into Happy Birthday To You. If memory served me correctly, Victor Borge called this the “Moonlight Sinatra.”

I fumbled at the keyboard, missing the shifts in melody and roundly butchered my attempt at reproducing Borge’s joke, and finally got up out of the stool in disgust with my inability to play a simple musical parody.

Frustrated, I felt like throwing things. I lifted a box of open reel tapes and saw a music book that Mr. Proilet gave me last spring.

Curious, I put the box down and picked up the music book. I tried to remember the name of the song that Jean indicated in the book. I looked through the table of contents until I saw the name Canon, which struck a chord in my memory. Turning to the page indicated, I saw the composer’s name, Pachelbel. This was the song that Mr. Proilet played for me those months ago.

I set the music on the piano and started playing.

The song was very simple, but grew more complex as the song progressed. Despite its complexity, I found the strains of the song quite soothing.

Without thinking, I started playing my original melody that my teacher told me sounded like this song as a counterpoint to Canon. It wasn’t particularly easy, but I was determined. After a few moments, I found that the arpeggios of Canon worked nicely against the more structured “verses” of my own song. I shifted completely away from Canon to my song when the chord progression diverged.

From out of nowhere, words flew into my head.

Wild geese flying low

Always moving, on the go.

Towards freedom’s door,

Moving on and on....

Kids on the ground,

Cloud shapes that they’ve found

As the birds start to soar

Before they are gone.

I was no longer sitting at the upright, as I had shifted over to the electric piano that Kristen and I purchased in Lafayette. I played a simple melody line with my right hand while holding the sustain pedal down, listening to the notes ring out like church bells.

There was a part of me that wished that I was recording this particular effort—I knew that any attempt to reproduce this arrangement again would come out different.

There was also another part of me that realized that something just shifted in my world. I couldn’t put what changed into words, though.

I gained strength as more words came to me seemingly from nowhere—but at the same time, from everywhere.

I continued playing the keyboards, but not really paying any particular attention to what was coming from my fingertips. I was singing, but instead of a song of despair, it was a song of freedom and redemption.

I closed my eyes and thought about Kristen tuning her guitar just the day before. I thought about the way she fingered the song Vincent, a song that reminded her of her past life. I realized what I missed the day before. As she played the song, she wasn’t looking at the strings of her guitar, but looking directly at me!

Kristen wasn’t telling me about her loneliness and how she felt when we first met to make me feel guilty, and neither was Patty! The two girls were instead telling me how much has changed for the good since that time. Kristen, in particular, was telling me how much her life has changed for the better!

How many times did Patty tell me that I moved on from the power hungry little twerp that tried his damnedest to humiliate Kristen and ruin her life? How many times did Kristen tell me the same thing?

At the same time, however, I knew that something was bothering Patty. I also knew what it was. Those tickets were still around, and they could just as easily be misused once again just as I misused them just a year ago.

The melody that I was playing switched to minor keys as I considered the awful burden that these tickets would be to me and whoever would inherit them next.

I ended the song on a note of hope.

My song has no rhythm,

My song has no rhyme.

Love wins over evil,

Time after time!

I burst out of the music studio, completely rejuvenated. I must have looked a sight, with tears of frustration and happiness stained on my face. It didn’t matter to me.

“Are you all right?” Kristen asked me, surprised to see me upstairs in the living room.

“For the first time in a long time, Goddess,” I said, bending down to the recliner where Kristen was sitting to give her a long kiss.

I took a deep breath and faced Lynette, Patty, Camille, and Will. “I’m sorry for leaving like that before. There was a lot on my mind, and suddenly, things are making better sense to me now.”

There were a few murmurs of “that’s all right,” from the majority of the people there.

Patty simply looked at me strangely.

The six of us took two cars to the mall. Kristen, Lynette, and Will stopped at Martin’s, Kristen’s favorite dress shop. Patty, Camille, and I were just walking around.

It was just after noon on a Sunday, and the mall wasn’t crowded at all. We sat on a bench where we had a good view of one side of the mall.

“What happened in your studio?” Patty finally asked.

“Something that should have happened a long time ago,” I said. “I’ve decided to move on. Kristen has moved on, there’s no reason that I shouldn’t.”

“Huh?” Camille asked, confused.

“Camille, I’ve finally decided to put the tickets behind me.”

Camille looked at me as if I had two heads. “What? You’re getting rid of them?”

I shook my head. “Nope. I’m just refusing to let them run my life.”

Even Patty seemed a bit confused by this. “You said that you won’t get rid of them. Has that changed?”

“No,” I said. I thought about what I decided back in the studio. “I agree with both of you. Those tickets are evil! However, there’s something deep down inside of me that is telling me that I don’t have the entire story, and without knowing what I need to know, I can’t make the right decision about them.”

I turned to Patty. “I can understand your telling me to get rid of them, but that would only be foisting them onto somebody else. Camille’s sister got rid of them, Tim Hawking had them taken from him, but they are still around!”

Looking at Camille, I added, “You may be right about destroying them, but I don’t know how! What if I fail? I feel that I have an obligation—a duty!—to do the right thing.”

Neither girl contradicted me, which surprised me.

Finally, I said, “For the last year, I’ve been holding onto them, and only used them when I felt I needed to do so. There are still some problems brewing, including Sherry.”

“Sherry?” Camille asked, confused.

Patty and I quickly brought Camille up to date on Sherry’s problem.

“Yikes!” Camille said, shaking her head.

“Tell me about it,” I said soberly. “Anyway, I will deal with her as best as I can, and I’ll try to do it without the tickets.”

Patty looked thoughtful. “What if they are... like...” Patty stopped in mid-thought, apparently frustrated.

“Like what?” I asked.

Patty tried to speak again, and failed.

I started getting frustrated. “Like what?” I repeated. “Tell me!”

“Like... what if they are a test?” Patty finally blurted out.

“A test?” Camille asked.

Patty looked quite out of breath. It appeared that asking that one question took a lot out of her.

I didn’t have any idea what Patty was talking about. I realized also that something prevented her initially from asking the question. For some reason, it occurred to me that this might indicate that she was getting close to the truth.

“A test,” Camille mused. “Sort of like Job in the bible?”

“Huh?” I asked, ignorant of most of the bible. “The guy in the whale?”

Camille shook her head, “That was Jonah. Job was the person that was tested—as a bet. He had everything, and then God took everything away from him.”

“If I was being tested, then I failed miserably,” I said sourly.

“You could only say that if you know the nature of the test.”

I shrugged. I didn’t know what test I was being given, let alone if I passed it. “What are you saying?”

“You’ll have to decide whether to keep the tickets or get rid of them. That’s probably the test.”

It occurred to me right then that Camille’s answer was self-serving. After all, she claimed to have rejected the tickets. Was she insinuating that she passed a test that I failed?

“That’s as may be, Camille,” I finally said. I looked at Patty, and saw confusion in her eyes, which confirmed to me what I already decided. “I’m still holding onto them until I have more information.”

Camille surprised me by saying, “You know, that’s probably the best choice.”

The rest of our hour spent together was listening to Patty and Camille talk about what was going on in their lives since Camille moved to New England. I excused myself to visit Kristen’s favorite candy store and ordered a container of freshly made chocolate covered peanuts.

For the first time, I didn’t feel a twinge of guilt when I ordered Kristen’s delicacy.