The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Katie unlocked the door to the apartment, opening it with a shove. “Hello?” she called out, awkwardly squeezing through with her basket of cleaning supplies in one hand, and four handled shopping bags in the other. As she expected, only silence greeted her as she put her burden down in the entry hall, and kicked the door closed behind her with her sneaker-clad foot. She picked up the shopping bags, stuffed with new clothes, and tucked them out of the way. Grabbing the cleaning basket, she trotted into the kitchen.

There was a note pinned to the refrigerator, as always. “Hi, Katie! Sorry for the mess in the sink... we had guests. Laundry’s in our hampers, and could you dust in the living room? Thanks, R&D&J.” Robert, Dave, Jason. She smiled; they were nice guys, although not the least bit interesting to her, any of them. It’s not that they weren’t cute, or anything, just not her type; she could never understand why they never seemed to have girlfriends. Clearly not gay, the way they oggled her, although they were perfect gentlemen otherwise. They certainly got along well; she’d never seen three men with fewer arguments or disputes.

She examined the sink, overflowing with dirty pots, pans and dishes, without enthusiasm. She poked at the stack gingerly with one newly-manicured nail; as she feared, most of it had started to harden. Hours of scrubbing. Ah, well, she sighed to herself, that’s what she got paid to do... and she could use the extra hour or so of income. Or three hours, she thought, staring at the dishes.

Well, stalling won’t get anything done, she chided herself, as she walked into the living room and turned on the stereo. That was one very nice part of this particular job; the Three Boys (as she called them) had a killer sound system. Since she usually started on their place around noon, no neighbors to complain about the volume; everyone’s at work.

As the classical music filled the three-bedroom apartment, she set to sorting the laundry from the hampers. At least I’ve gotten them trained to leave it in the hampers so I don’t have to go spelunking under their beds anymore, she mused, as piles of whites, darks, colors started to form on the living-room floor. Her train of thought drifted as she worked her way through the clothing. Why did I have to get a manicure this morning, she thought? It’s going to be a pain with all of those dishes. And why did I go crazy on new clothes, especially clothes like those? It’s not like a 22-year-old woman fresh out of college, cleaning houses for a living, can afford that kind of luxury, she admonished herself. Still, she thought, raising her hand, now ornamented with long, blood-red nails, they look great. I don’t know why I never thought to get artificial nails before.

Laundry sorted and started, she started in on the kitchen. Good thing I don’t have any clients after this place, she thought, scrubbing at a particularly nasty stain. And I’m doing something tonight, right? Her cute face scrunched up in a look of puzzlement. A date? She laughed out loud. No date, that’s for sure. Every since she gave Kevin the heave-ho last week, men in general had looked about as appealing as salamanders. It was a stupid fight, but she was just tired of his comments, his attitude... really, just tired of him. She took the opportunity to break it off, but it had been coming for a month. At least.

Two CDs later, in the bathroom, she sprayed cleaner on the mirror, wiping it down. Slowly, her motions stopped, and she stared at her reflection. Well, she thought, why shouldn’t I go on a date? I’m attractive enough. Her large green eyes returned her gaze, framed by the wisps of dark-blonde hair which had escaped from her bun. A little makeup, and different clothes, she thought, looking at her grungy t-shirt and jeans, and I could be quite a looker.

She shook her head. What’s all that about? she thought, going downstairs to retrieve the laundry. She laughed, as she realized that she was mentally arguing with herself. In a moment of whimsy, she started talking to herself, just to fill the silent laundry-room, away from her music.

“So, what’s the problem? You’re cute, you’ve got a good figure, so stop acting like you don’t!”

“C’mon. And impress who?”

“Yourself. You bought all that stuff, try it on!”

“Here?”

“Why not? They never get home before 6pm. You have hours!”

“Uh...” She realized that she didn’t really have a good argument. OK, fine, fine, self, she said, I’ll do it. I’ll feel like a fool, but I’ll do it.

She carried the laundry-basket back upstairs, and sat down in the middle of the living-room. She started sorting the clean clothes, spacing out, letting the music wash over her, letting her mind drift as she worked.

An hour later, she was standing in the bathroom again, adjusting the temperature of the shower. She closed the sliding door, waiting for it to warm up as she reached back and undid her bra. She arched her back, rubbing the lines of the bra, letting her heavy breasts fall free. She lifted them, turning one way and then another in the full-length mirror on the inside of the door. “Not bad,” she said to herself. “I can’t believe that I actually thought about getting them reduced.” She had been intending to have the surgery. They had seemed always so disproportionate; her tall, very slim frame made them look even larger than they were... and, with a 34″ chest and a DD or larger cup since she was 16, they were plenty big. A couple months ago, she had made an appointment to see a doctor, but she had cancelled it at the last minute. “Nope, they stay,” she giggled to her reflection, pleased that they still hadn’t acquired many stretch marks. Still nice and perky, she thought with a smile; religious bra-wearing had its benefits.

She slid her white cotton panties off, adding to the pile of clothes. It felt good to get out of those filthy rags. She delicately tugged at her pubic hair, a heavy blonde thatch. She shook her head, and reached into her purse, pulling out a small pair of shears. Confirming that she also had a new razor, she sat down on the toilet, and started trimming. No more wild underbrush here, she told herself; it looks so messy like this. Soon, a very neat triangle was taking shape, awaiting only the razor to finish it off. I’ve never had bare lips before, she thought; this is going to be interesting.

She slowly applied the lipstick, a heavy, deep red, matching her fingernails. The feeling of the tip of the stick sliding over her lips was incredibly sensual; she could feel herself getting a bit wet just from it alone. She pursed her lips, and studied her face critically in the medicine cabinet mirror. She nodded her approval, turning to the other mirror. She gave a low whistle. “Wow. That’s me?” she thought. Her long, slender legs looked even longer in a pair of black stockings; she turned, adjusting the back seam. The short miniskirt was just barely decent; if she sat down, the tips of the garter-clasps would show. The scoop-front black blouse wasn’t even close to being decent, and the push-up bra, with its black lace demi-cups, encouraged her chest in this lewd behavior. Her long hair cascaded down, to the middle of her back. Her makeup, while not garish, did wonderful things to her eyes and lips. Her lips, especially, she thought; they look full, wet...

Carefully, holding on to the towel rack for support, she stepped into the 3″ black pumps. She took a step, grabbed at the bar again, laughing; these clearly are going to take practice, she thought. She squatted down, gathering her clothes into a neat bundle, her makeup into her purse, and walked out into the hall, carefully strutting towards the living room, making a mental note to collect her things when she left. As she entered the room, she realized that the stereo was still playing. She timed her steps to the rhythm in the music, enjoying the feeling of being in the heels, of her shaved pussy naked to the air; she hadn’t bothered putting panties back on.

She walked over to the couch, and stared at it as if she’d never seen one before. OK, Katie, time to figure out how to sit in this getup. She turned around, and carefully lowered herself to the couch, feeling the skirt slide up, feeling the naked backs of her upper thighs, and the edge of her bare ass, touch the fabric. The sudden sensation sent a thrill through her, and she could feel herself moisten further. She sat still, suddenly feeling enervated, out of breath. That shower was too hot, she told herself, as she leaned back, slightly. I’ll just sit here for a little while, and listen to the music.

Listen to the music.

She turned her head languidly, eyes half-open, and noticed a pair of earphones lying on one end of the couch. Reaching out, as if through molasses, she picked them up. She could hear the music playing through them, and turned her head back, facing forward. She slowly placed them on her head, every motion deliberate, drifting in slow motion. She adjusted them, careful not to muss her hair.

The music filled her, and she suddenly realized that she was feeling sleepy. That shower must have been... too... hot... I’ll just close my eyes. Close my eyes and listen to the music. Listen... listen...

Her eyes slowly blinked closed, and didn’t even realize that she was spreading her legs.

She could hear the door being unlocked. She had no idea what time it was; minutes, hours or days could have passed. She was still floating in the inky blackness, listening to the music... or, rather, the wonderful sounds that had replaced the music. Sounds which explained things to her. Made her feel things. Changed things. She didn’t react when she heard voices in the apartment; she didn’t need to do anything.

[dress up short skirt high heels show off your tits look sexy shave your pussy-lips wear heels wear stockings wear a garter belt no panties never panties wear makeup show off your lips blowjob lips big breasts love having big breasts show off your tits Katie has big boobs Katie has a nice ass Katie has great legs Katie’s a great fuck Katie’s very sexy Katie’s a hot babe Katie’s a nice piece of ass Katie will fuck and suck Katie will fuck and suck...]

“Katie... fuck, Jason, what’s with her?” Dave’s voice. Blonde, athletic, none-too-bright Dave. That’s OK, thought Katie. Dave can be whatever he is...

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A laugh. Jason’s laugh. “Dave. I explained all this to you. Repeatedly. Why are you so surprised?” Jason. Slim, handsome, pale, dark-haired Jason. He has such beautiful eyes, though Katie.

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“Can she hear us?” Dave asked. Katie could tell that they were now standing in front of her. Someone, probably Jason, had turned off the stereo, but it didn’t matter. The headphones were still on, and they were still explaining, reinforcing what they had explained earlier. She could just listen with her eyes closed, floating. Listen to them, listen to the sounds.

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“I doubt it,” said Jason. “She’s got other things on her mind.” She could hear every word, of course, but it didn’t matter. Listen to the sounds. Listen to what they were doing to her.

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“Wow.” Pause “I mean, I knew she was cute, but I had no idea she was such a babe,” said Dave. Oh, yes, though Katie briefly. Your babe. But she went back to listening to the sounds.

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“Impressive, isn’t she? She’s limber, too; look how far she has her legs spread,” Jason said, amused.

“Uh, so... Jason, how did you do this?”

Jason sighed. “You wouldn’t understand.” A pause. “OK, fine, I’ll try explain. You know when you hear a sound like a trombone doing something, BawwooooooOOOOOOP?” Jason’s voice did a credible impression of a trombone signaling a pratfall, like in a stage show.

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Dave must have nodded, because Jason continued. “You laugh, right?”

“Well, yeah, right.”

“Why?”

Another pause. “I dunno. I just do. Everyone does. It’s funny.”

“Right. It’s funny. The sound’s funny in itself. There are sounds like that, they produce emotions. It’s something that’s built into the brain, evolutionary stuff left over that probably never made much difference. They’re buried pretty far now, most of them. But they’re still there. You can make people do things, even change things about them, if they’re exposed to them long enough. The example I gave is very, very simple. Something like this requires a lot more planning and equipment. But... well, you can see. It works.”

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“That’s why you did the work on the stereo a few months back, right?”

“Right. She’s been exposed to them for a few hours every week, ever since then. It’s the repetition, the constant exposure that does it. Today was just the final programming, bringing them all up to the surface.”

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A long pause. “She sure is hot. Robert and I never believed you when you said you could... well, you know, do this. To her. We’ve all wanted her, but...”

“Share and share alike, that’s what we agreed. Fully programmed, she’ll be enough girlfriend for the three of us.”

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“So... uh, what now?” Dave was staring at her, she knew it. She loved it.

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“Well, I think she should be ready by now.”

“OK... so...?”

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Katie could hear Jason move next to her, and she felt the headphones carefully lifted off her head. The sounds went away... but they didn’t. She could still hear the sounds, clearly enough to know what to do. Who she was. What she was. She opened her eyes. Jason was standing next to her, staring at her... staring down her cleavage. Dave was standing directly in front of her, eyes on her wet pussy. She could see they both were getting hard, and the idea sent shivers down her spine.

Katie grinned, and slid lower on the couch, letting her skirt ride up. “Hi, guys,” she said, her voice low, sexy, throaty.

Jason smiled. “How are you feeling, Katie?” he asked, never taking his eyes off her tits.

“Great... wonderful. Horny,” she added, knowing that it wasn’t necessary to mention; her nipples showed vividly through her blouse, and her wet pussy was visible to both of them.

Jason turned to Dave. “So, Dave, want first go at her? Break her in?”

Dave blushed. “If... she doesn’t...”

Jason laughed. “Mind? I don’t think so.” He looked back down at her. “Katie? Dave wants to go to bed with you. Do you mind?”

Katie reluctantly closed her legs, and stood up with a smile, strolling towards Dave, her hips swaying, her chest thrust out. “Mind? It’s what I’m here for.” She slid up to him, wrapping her arms around him, pulling him into a long, passionate kiss, her body grinding against his. “Anything, Dave,” she whispered, meeting his eyes, panting. “I’ll do anything you want.”

Jason watched the two of them walk to the bedroom, Dave’s hand up Katie’s skirt, stroking her ass. As Dave got to his bedroom door, he turned back towards Jason. “Uh, so... about Cherise?” he asked, tentatively. Jason laughed. “We’ll talk, Dave. We’ll talk.” Dave nodded, and opened the door for Katie; she walked in, and he followed. The door closed.

Jason smiled, shaking his head, and walked into the kitchen. He posted a new piece of paper on the fridge, writing “Katie” across the top, and the days of the week down the side. Might as well set up the sleeping arrangements now, he thought.

Two months later...

A few minutes before 8am, Katie awoke instantly, as she did every morning. She blinked, letting the images from her dream fade slowly. In the dream, Dave and Robert had been doing her, one up her ass, one up her cunt... they never had, in reality, but she fantasized about it all the time. She reached down, briefly, and stroked her pussy, feeling it completely bare, not even the triangle remaining. She grinned, remembering Dave being outvoted on keeping it. She liked it, both the bare cunt and the memory of being voted on.

She very gently pulled the bedclothes back from Jason’s still-sleeping body. She slid down, adjusting the black merry widow she usually wore when it was a Jason Night. Jason liked her in full-on cheap whore mode; Dave, as a nymphomaniac girl-next-door; Robert, as the naughty schoolgirl. She loved all three.

She carefully, carefully slid off the bottom of the bed, and then up between his legs. She had gotten very adept at maneuvering into position without waking Jason up; of course, the fact he was a heavy sleeper didn’t hurt. She watched the digital clock, carefully, waiting until the precise instant it flipped over to 8:00am. She ran her pink tongue slowly up his cock, enjoying the taste of her cunt on it. Then, with a wet slurp, she devoured it, pumping it in and out of her mouth, her hands cupping and fondling his balls, feeling him get hard even before he was fully awake.

Jason blinked his eyes open, and looked down, a smile spreading across his face as he met her gaze, watching his cock slide between her red lips. Katie broke off long enough to say, in her best horny-slut voice, “Good morning, lover. It’s your wake-up blowjob.” She returned to her sucking, carefully teasing, fondling, sliding with her tongue. Her personal best was getting him to come by 8:02am, and she still had fantasies of beating it.

She didn’t quite beat it this time, but she didn’t let it go until 8:03am, either. After a quick cuddle, she was up, stripping off the remains of her lingerie; since no one else was in the house except the Owners, she trotted naked to the bathroom. As the hot water poured over her body, she thought towards her date tonight with Robert... she had a new short plaid skirt which he should like. After touching herself up with a razor, she slid her fingers over her clit, stroking, probing, indulging herself in a quick orgasm before getting out of the shower, grimacing slightly when she touched her asshole. Jason gave me quite a workout last night, she thought; more lube next time.

I’m still horny, she thought. Of course you are, she chided herself; you’re always horny. “You SLUT!” she said to the mirror, giggling; even just saying the word sent a little thrill through her cunt. How, she thought as she toweled herself off, did I ever manage with just one boyfriend before? She shrugged, and thought about the day ahead; Cherise was coming over to have lunch with her, like she did every Thursday for the last few weeks, and Katie had some great new music to play for her.