The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Savannah got to the terminal and everyone piled out. After we were sure we had all our bags, she locked up and we made our way to the entrance. Mandy led us, almost running for the warmth the building offered. She had been wearing a sweater and a knee-length skirt. I wouldn’t be surprised if she made a mad dash to a bathroom to change.

Airports always suggest arriving at least two hours before the scheduled flight. It was a good thing we had; the lines were huge.

Mandy had disappeared and the rest of use got in line. Mandy came back a few minutes later. She had pulled on tights and an extra shirt, keeping the dark purple skirt and lavender sweater. She seemed a bit off-kilter without her tail, but didn’t trip or run into anyone.

After checking in our luggage and retrieving boarding passes we made our way to security. I had checked the airlines policies early on regarding having a laptop on the plane. They wouldn’t allow any electronics for fear of interference with the pilots’ instruments. So, my laptop with Master PC on it had been stowed in my suitcase. I packed it in the center, allowing my clothes to act as a cushion. Hopefully it would be enough.

Even after all the upgrades and new procedures and laws since 9/11, security wasn’t too bad. The girls had to send their stuff through metal detectors, but I only had a book. Fortunately, none of the guards chose any of us for one of those random searches we had heard so much about, and we made it to our gate just as they announced seating for our flight.

All five of us were near the front of the plane, but not in first class, which meant we were the last to board. While we waited for our seats to be called, someone tapped my shoulder.

I turned to a man who wasn’t quite as tall as myself. He had short, wavy, blonde hair and deep, dark brown eyes. His stare spoke of depths of knowledge to rival the oceans and his stance was pure confidence. His gray trench coat was buttoned completely closed, as if to block out the chill winter wind outside and a bright red and green scarf was wrapped around his neck. What stood out most was his smile. It was cheerful, just like his scarf, but knowing. “You should be more careful when you travel,” he said.

“I beg your pardon?”

He looked down at my chest and back up. Then a halo appeared around his head. I would almost call it amber, like mine, but it was more metallic and a deeper color. Gold was what I was seeing, only it was translucent. It was just too unreal to be possible. Then it hit me who he was, or more accurately, what he was.

I backed away a step and looked around to note all the other normal people in the airport. Hopefully, he would understand and not try anything. When I faced him again, the halo was gone.

“What do you want?”

“Not now. We can talk later.”

That’s when the attendant called out for our seating.

I had turned to see the girls heading to the walkway. When I turned to ask the man his name, he was gone. “What the hell?” I asked the empty air. After taking a second to look around the immediate area, I went back to the gate and boarded the plane.

Though each of the people I had run into had different colored marks from mine and each others, I knew it was only a matter of time before one of them chose not to wait on whatever it was they wanted. However, I did feel better that this last encounter seemed so much more cordial. If it could be called that.

I found my seat across from Mandy and Savannah. Chloe and Yvonne were just behind me. Once I was seated Mandy asked, “Where did you go?”

I shrugged and said, “Bathroom.” It was a lie but there was no reason to alarm any of them about another encounter.

Take off was as smooth as butter. Considering there hadn’t been any precipitation, there was no need to de-ice the wings or wait for plows to clear the runway. After the captain made the usual announcement of cruising altitude and turned off the seat belt lights, I settled back with my book, ready to let it take me to some far-off land, but unable to focus on it.

If the Mind Magi already knew I was at the airport, were my other girls safe? Did the Mind Magi communicate with each other, coordinating their actions? If so, how? Did they use some electronic means or... something else? And what were the different approaches about? Professor Belton seemed scared of me. Dr. Livingston had been trying to infiltrate one of my girls. And if the last guy I just ran into was one of them, and I was certain of it, then why be polite? He had the drop on me, why not just wipe the floor with me and get on with whatever plans he had? And what about Whisper? I had always thought of him as a highly skilled Master PC user. If he was a Mind Mage, was he part of their society, or a rogue element? And if he wasn’t one of them, then what were his abilities based on? It was so confusing.

Those thoughts kept crossing my mind and made my book more difficult to read. I had only gotten finished with the first chapter when one of the flight attendants stopped and asked me something. I had been too engrossed in my thoughts to hear her the first time. “I’m sorry, what did you ask?”

She smiled sweetly. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a stylish bun and her soft brown eyes sparkled. “Is there anything I can get you? A pillow and blanket?”

I shook my head and smiled. “No, thank you. I’m fine.”

She placed her hand on my shoulder and her smile never faltered. “Just let me know if you need anything.” I had only flown once before and the flight attendants had been nice, but something struck me as wrong about her attentiveness.

She walked away. I turned to watch and noticed other passengers raise their hand and make a request, but she wasn’t volunteering her services to anyone else.

Mandy looked at me across the aisle. “Ral, don’t play games like that.”

I shook my head and shrugged.

All my women knew I could Charm anyone. The only thing that kept me from taking advantage of that talent and just having any woman I wanted was my sense of responsibility and respect. I felt responsible for affecting the women already bound to me, responsible for their mindsets, responsible for their safety, and responsible for their happiness—although the last was probably my powers affecting me. I also respected others’ right to choose. Anyone bound to me would only choose to be with me rather than pursue relationships with anyone else. It was something I constantly fought with within myself and occasionally discussed with some of my women. When the ability first manifested, it was wild and affected all women around me. After a couple of days though, it evolved into a focused ability. My fear about it was using it unintentionally or having it going back to the wild status. On a plane full of potential... victims, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t using it. The only real way I knew to do that was to ignore everyone around me. So, I tried to pick up where I’d left off in my book.

A bump of turbulence brought me around again. Actually it wasn’t the turbulence so much as the same flight attendant landing in my lap. I had fallen asleep and she startled me awake.

“I’m so sorry,” she said.

“It’s okay,” I muttered. For a moment our eyes locked on one another and something about her grabbed my attention. I had been living with over a dozen beautiful women, so beauty or even sexual appeal wasn’t it. At least I didn’t think so. However, my body’s responses tried to convince me otherwise.

She stood back up and part of me wished she hadn’t. The look on her face told me she felt the same. I knew my Charm was in check, so what was going on? When she put her hand on my shoulder to steady herself again, I put my hand on hers. Externally it would be seen as my light-hearted attempt at helping her. However, I wanted to know why we were being attracted to one another. Instantly I looked into her memories.

Sandy had been a flight attendant for almost two years. She had flown all over the country and occasionally to others as well. When she had seen me earlier, she swooned. She had never seen a man who so instantly turned her on, and she had seen a lot. And yet I wasn’t any older than a high school kid to her.

I thought at first my Charm had been leaking or something. I even understood the symptoms in a direct way, but she wasn’t seeing me with rose-colored glasses as it had felt for me. Then I felt something else in her. It wasn’t like anything I’d ever felt within anyone I had looked inward on. To be honest, I didn’t know what I sensed, but it felt like it didn’t originate within her. I focused on that, followed it, and then it was gone. Poof.

Sandy was smiling down at me again. “Thank you,” she said as she smiled at me.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t enjoyed the “accident” but something about the woman before me made me want to rip her clothes off and make her mine right there on the floor of the aisle. That need surged through me, consuming my thoughts and drove everything from my mind. Sandy continued to stand there, staring down, watching me as if she knew what I was thinking and was waiting for the moment I gave in.

I looked down. She was wearing black high heels that really only had enough material to cover the soles of her feet. Thin straps criss-crossed over her feet and up her ankle to hold the shoes on. She didn’t appear to have stockings or any other material on her feet, and her toes were painted crimson. I followed the line of skin up, along her leg, her calf and the way it curved with the lift of her shoes. I thought I should have reached her skirt, but her knees were visible as were much of her thighs. The skirt she wore was now a tight micro-mini made of what looked like supple leather. It hugged her hips tight, conforming to the round shape of her buttocks and stopping at the tops of her thighs. Tucked into the micro-mini was a loose-fitting cotton blouse. The two bottom buttons along the front were closed, but the top gaped open to reveal an abundant set of breasts I wouldn’t have attributed the flight attendant with. They were contained by a bra, apparently made of the same supple leather as the micro-mini, yet the strong material couldn’t hold back the peaks her nipples made. Sandy still had her hand on my shoulder, and mine was on hers. When my sight reached her face, her make-up had been changed to make her sultry look far more dramatic and the effect of her eyes, boring into me, was nothing less than earth-shattering.

There was nothing more important in the world at that moment than to strip her down and add her to my family in the most obscene and cum-loving ways.

No one else in the plane seemed to notice the way the flight attendant was dressed. No one even noticed that I was perfectly happy to get up and follow her, hand in hand, toward the back of the plane. No one noticed us going into the latrine for the delights I wanted to give this vixen of the airways.

Sandy pulled up her skirt to reveal her wet and heated sex to me. I knelt while she balanced against the small enclosure and dove in. The woman met her first orgasm within seconds and the sounds of her voice were a music that made me hard as stone. Oral attentions weren’t going to be one way though. She pushed me back to the toilet, tore open my pants and began licking and sucking on my willing cock as if it had been something she had wanted to do her entire life.

I hit the back of her throat and kept going, pressing into her. She didn’t choke, gasp or complain. In fact, having me penetrate so deep in her seemed to turn her on more. I pulled her back, wanting her to taste the creamy delight she had derived from me, but I didn’t cum. I had been so close and the room smelled as if she had cum twice more just from sucking on me.

I pushed her to the small sink, grabbed her hips and she guided me to her wet inferno. She was hot and wet, ready and able. I didn’t have to worry about how much she could take, slamming into her with enough force that we knocked down the door and thin walls.

We fell to the floor and she arched her back. I could see others still reading or snoozing as if nothing was happening. Sandy writhed under me, begging me for more, begging me to do her harder, deeper. I knew something had to appease her and get me off, because no matter how much I thrust, no matter how fast, or deep or hard, I didn’t reach orgasm. All of the sensations I enjoyed were there, her scent overrode the food the other flight attendants were cooking just a few feet away. Her skin was baby-soft and yet her firm muscles flexed and rolled with her movements under me. Her moans were deep and abandoned, as if there weren’t a couple of hundred of passengers sitting nearby. I had tasted her and the flavor lingered. Then there was the sight of her. Her head was turned to the side, her arms keeping her in a low push-up position, her back arched, her hips in my hands, her buttocks pressed against my pelvis. It was everything I needed. But still, I did not release.

I was hard and hammering Sandy, giving her the fucking of her life, fighting desperately to reach orgasm. She thrashed around, enjoying wave after wave of pleasure as her body heaved and rode the orgasm she felt. I looked up just in time to see Chloe walking toward us. She was still in her sweater, but the front bulged with her full bosom and her slim waist was cinched with a wide belt. An ankle length skirt flowed around her legs as she walked. I knew that body so well. She had brought me so much pleasure and enjoyed my touch in so many ways. Yet it was nothing more than an additional tease as she stopped, shook her head at me as if I were some nuisance and then turned and entered the other latrine.

Chloe had always enjoyed joining in no matter whom I was with. Even if she didn’t get anything for herself, being involved in the fun was enough; not always though because she had her own needs, but she never complained when things were over. The look she had just given me made me wonder. Did she really think I wasn’t all that great any more?

Sandy had rolled over onto her back. How she did this without me noticing, I had no idea. Now her legs were wrapped around me, holding my straining cock in her soppy and vibrating pussy. She pulled me down to crush her massive breasts against my chest and locked her lips to mine. Her tongue invaded my mouth and pressed toward my throat. She didn’t choke me but I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on. The vivid dream of bedding the flight attendant was suddenly becoming something other than fun.

She rolled me over and pinned my shoulders to the floor. The other two flight attendant turned and looked down at me. They wore similar outfits and smiled in a malicious way... that made me realize... I had fallen... into... a trap!

I snapped awake and looked around. I was still in my seat on the plane and one of the other flight attendants was pushing the snack and beverage cart along the aisle. Everyone was still in their seats and, looking back, I saw that the plane had not been damaged.

It had been a dream! I hadn’t even realized that I had fallen asleep. It took me a moment to orientate myself and relax. I was perfectly awake now. Just to make sure, I pinched my thigh and it hurt.

The details of the dream faded quickly. I knew I had been having sex with one of the flight attendants, but even the more general details became fuzzy. What had that dream been about? Wasn’t it something about the plane?

The flight attendant pulled up level with me and asked if I’d like anything to drink. I nodded and asked for a 7-Up. She poured it into a cup and handed it to me.

I gulped down the drink and crushed the cup in my hand. My anxiety seeped away just as the dream had and with a deep breath I felt as comfortable as I had when the plane first took off.

“My, my,” said a low male voice next to me. “I’ve never met anyone who has done better.”

I looked to my right. The man sitting next to me looked back at me. I hadn’t paid any attention to him before and now I fully regretted it.

It was the same man with the blonde hair and brown eyes. His bright scarf was rolled up in his lap and the coat had been unbuttoned. He was perfectly relaxed, while I felt a cold trickle of fear running down my spine. There was nowhere to run to, and there were too many people around as both witnesses and victims if either of us were to try something.

“Relax, Ral. I only wanted to test you. Trust me, though you weren’t able to see the problem right away, you faired far better than anyone else I’ve tested,” he said. He was so casual about it, as if talking about some sport that he was interested in.

I sat back, trying to relax. I looked over at my girls to see if they had noticed my peculiar actions or even the man sitting next to me. To my fear and relief they had not. It scared me what he might do if they knew what was going on. Then I looked around at the rest of the passengers. None of them were gawking or craning their necks to see anything. It was a relaxed flight that everyone was enjoying.

I turned back around and took a good deep breath, counted to ten and forced myself to calm down. Hysterics were not going to help me.

“That’s better,” he said. “You might want to talk to a doctor about your nerves. Maybe flying isn’t for you.”

I looked back at him incredulously. He just looked back at me, that knowing smile still on his face. Finally, I found my voice. “Who are you?”

“Oh, do forgive me,” he said holding out his hand. “Michael.”

My anxiety began to rise again as I shook his hand. Nothing felt out of the ordinary, he didn’t seem any less real than anyone else on the plane. I thought of my titanium wall just after we made contact and it slammed into place, but either he wasn’t trying to invade me further or he had already done it. The latter scared me. If he could... scan me without me knowing, then what was the use of the shields?

I glanced up at his hair. There was no halo as I had seen earlier, but it made Michael smile.

“No, I don’t wear it all the time,” he said, still smiling and obviously knowing what I was looking for.

He sat back and faced forward. His grin seemed to be a part of his normal expression, or it really amused him that I was still staring.

“How... You’re not...”

He looked at me again, his eyebrows raised. Then his grin widened and he answered, “Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. No way. I am far from any angel. But,” he said holding up a single finger, “I am very much like you.”

I swallowed. “And what do you mean?”

It wasn’t that I was trying to pretend that I couldn’t do what I could do, but I didn’t want to let on to anything because I might be able to use it to my advantage if necessary.

Michael’s knowing smile remained, but he looked at me shrewdly. “You know what I’m talking about. It’s not like you can hide it.” He nodded at something past me and I turned to see the girls quietly talking.

I looked back at Michael. “They have nothing to do with this. You leave them alone.”

Michael waved it away. “I’m not interested in them, only you.”

“Why?” It was the most difficult and yet easiest question to answer. I didn’t expect one though.

“Because you are of interest to so many others. They’re looking for you now, searching your home and the surrounding area, following the imprints of your powers like bloodhounds following your scent.”

My heart rate picked up again. “And why would anyone be interested in me?”

“Because you, my friend, are rare. You are an unknown, and you are condemned.”