The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

A day of assignments had passed and reading was piling up, so Lacey was already a little stressed. She threw some books in her backpack and didn’t bother to change out of the sweats she’d been studying in last night. A tank top and a pullover hoodie and sneakers completed the outfit then she was off to bike into town.

Dorsey noted this with veiled consternation as she came in the door. If it had shown for a moment, she’d missed it having been wrapped up in her own world. He’d even put on a smile and gave her leave to read while there weren’t any customers in the store.

“Thanks so much, Mr. Basilton, you’re the best.”

He smiled at her, “But I have to say, you look a bit frazzled, do you need a moment?”

“No, I’m fine, I just—I’m really behind so the reading time will help, thanks.”

“Alright, well, let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

She smiled and began reading. As she did, she felt the knot of anxiety in her stomach. That interview had been a wreck, and she had a lot of work to do. Not any more than usual, but usual was hard enough. Life wasn’t always this hard and stressful. She remembered the merry-go-round she’d been on with her parents as a little girl. It was a nicer time then. Of course, it’s not like she could go back to that now. Especially not now, but the darkness in that thought just gave her a much bigger knot in her stomach. She forced herself to continue reading, and even when a customer came in, Mr. Basilton let her be.

Perhaps a break would be nice, she thought, something to clear her mind. On a whim, she thought maybe browsing around the shop for a few minutes would let her clear her head. So she got up, stretched her back with a crack and a twist, and started wandering. It didn’t take too long before she found herself in front of the clockwork thing-a-majig. It was still put together. She looked back, “Mr. Basilton?”

“Yes, Miss Dupree?”

“How does the clockwork thing work?”

“Why Miss Dupree, I believe it is all in the simple principles of physics and mechanics, and I see you are right by it, hold there a moment, and we’ll look at it together.” He had that ever-present smile in his heart and skip in his step, until he reached her and the contraption, which he approached with a combination of joy and reverence. Within moments he started it up and directed her to it. “Watch carefully as the patterns shift, and focus on the center. You can see here is the source that turns shapes into light and shadows. I shall let you enjoy this for a moment.”

She did, she felt the tension slipping away as she watched it. Curious how this little light show could be so relaxing, yet so... compelling. Her shoulders slumped and she fell deeper. It was a nice break. A soothing calming break.

Her eyes were closed, but she could see herself. She was frumpy. That wasn’t right. There had been a customer earlier and she was working, be he hadn’t even given her a second glance. That wasn’t right. She was a shop girl and she should be friendly. Friendly and fetching. She should certainly look her best for the customers. She nodded. But she didn’t look friendly and fetching. And she didn’t like that. It does matter what customers think of her. That knot in her stomach of anxiety was coming back, this time in the form of insecurity. She felt so frumpy and gross, she shouldn’t look so ugly in public. It started to grow, but then she heard the voice, and it gave her permission to forget about that for a while.

“Let’s let Lacey worry about that for a little while, but now I want to let her sleep and talk with just you Princess Lace.”

“Oh, yes.” The worry and fear and anxiety was all gone now.

“There you are, and now you feel so wonderful relaxed in a deep hypnotic state.”

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Wonderful, Lacey is worried, she has been worried all day, and you don’t like that. In fact, it worries you because it makes Lacey feel bad, and you don’t like feeling bad.”

She nodded.

“Lacey wants to be a good girl and have a good job. Part of her job is to serve the customers. That means she should look good for the customers. Now she needs your help, Princess. The next time she’s going to come to work, you remind her to wear something pretty.”

“Yes, I like to be pretty.”

“Yes you do,” he smiled. It had been so easy this time, even without the ‘tea’. Just transfer a bit of her anxiety and play up on her desire to be liked. Though he wanted to take those horrible clothes off her right then, he knew he certainly couldn’t while she was just hypnotized. Dressing better was something part of her wanted, if only subconsciously. Doing more would have been risky, at least for now.

Lacey awoke feeling much better as he was shutting down the clockwork. It didn’t even occur to her to check how much time had passed, as she reasoned, she felt so much more relaxed. He even let her leave early to continue her studies. It was really sweet of him, but part of her felt a little guilty. She briefly thought maybe he’d let her leave because he didn’t want any customers to see her all frumpy. ‘No, he isn’t like that,’ she thought, ‘but I guess it would be a little more professional to show up looking nicer next time.’

Indeed, the next time she had a shift at the shop coming up, she decided to make a point of looking the part. A business suit would be too dressy, and a romper would be too party-ish. She settled on a cute skirt with a powder blue 3/4 sleeve button down blouse and a vest with floral patterns to accentuate it. It was cute and put together, but not too business or party. To top it off she grabbed a pastel beige bowler hat. She smiled at herself in the mirror.

“Aww, that’s a cute outfit!” Amanda said as Lacey came out to get breakfast. Amanda had crashed in their apartment a couple times now and was starting to be a fixture. Apparently, she and Artemis with a thing now. “Tell your roomie her outfit is cute!”

Artemis grunted, “Huh? Oh, yeah, it’s cute.”

“See why don’t you wear a vest like that, you could totally pull it off.”

“Nah, too flowery, I’m not a floral girl.”

“Aww, I think something like that’d look good on you.”

“Oh my god stop, ’manda!” A pillow flew out of Artmis’ room at her girlfriend in a playful arc.

Lacey smiled to herself and ate breakfast. She was glad her roommate seemed to be happy, if occasionally playfully tormented. Actually, that was a cute bonus.

At the shop, Lacey was a little surprised to notice that neither of the clockworks were anywhere in sight. She’d rather enjoyed both of them, but she supposed someone must have bought them. Basil was excited about a batch of new inventory he was able to acquire.

The door opened up and in walked a shape quite different from the regular customers. He didn’t move with the hunched waddle of old women that Lacey had grown accustomed to. The shape walking in was a man, head held high, and tall. He also wasn’t wrinkled or grey like some other visitors. He was young and clean cut, with bright eyes that had a light of life in them. ‘Kinda cute,’ she thought to herself. She glanced back noticing that Basil was preoccupied with some of the new inventory, so she got up.

“Hi, welcome to Ole Time Curious, can I help you find something? Are you shopping for someone special?” She chided herself, silently hoping it didn’t sound as forward to him as it did in her ears.

“Uh, yeah, I am looking for a gift for my sister.”

“Aw, that’s sweet, is it for a birthday? Graduation?”

“Birthday, she’s sixteen this year.”

“Well, mister, you’re at the perfect place!”

He was quite sweet as she continued chatting with him, and maybe flirting with him, but only a touch. He seemed really happy to find the gift she suggested for him. It was a silver sunflower pin that—with a twist—doubled as a hair pin. His name was Craig and his sister Julie was nine years younger, which made him old enough to be sexy but not too old to be creepy. While it didn’t hurt that he seemed to get a little tongue tied at some of her wittier banter and fetching smiles, mostly it made her happy that Craig seemed to be pleased with her customer service and her. She felt a little pride as she rung him up.

“Well done, Lacey, you make a mighty fine shop girl.”

“Thanks,” she said with a smile as she turned back to Dorsey.

That evening, she decided to stay late to help him with inventory. He’d let her go early a few times, and so when he offered her some tea, she graciously accepted.

After the second cup they’d finished up discussions of inventory and Basil instead noted, “So, you had quite the day today, I say.”

“You know I really did, what can I say, I made some sales.”

“I think it’s in part due to your outfit.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Of course, you seem much more confident today, and with an easy smile, take me for instance, I always wear a suit or sports coat of some kind. They say clothes make the man, and in a manner of speaking they really do.”

“Oh yeah, that makes sense.”

“The hat is very cute too, so much better than that dreadful hoodie you’d had on.”

She bit her lip, “Oh yeah, that.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything, I know how some modern girls can be abrasive, I’m just glad you had the good sense to dress up nice, like a good girl.”

Lacey felt a weird twist in her. His compliment made he feel really happy, but at the same time, she could picture some of her friends back at the college taking specific umbrage at the phrase, ‘good girl’. The rush of it left her a bit conflicted, “Well, I wouldn’t say...”

“It is important to look the part even down to the accessories, you know that reminds me, I have something for you, an accessory, that I think would go well with your eyes.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crystal on a chain and dangled it aloft. “See, it’s a crystal formed with perfect symmetry of shaped and perfect balance, with multicolored flecks inside.” He smiled watching her eyes try to follow it.

She’d almost gone under earlier when he was talking about inventory, but now with the ‘tea’ having time to work on her, her head was swirling in no time. He wondered if she’d even need an induction to fall under his power this time. Her lips parted, her breath drained out of her and her eyes went glassy and unfocussed. A few more swings followed, “There we go, focus on the stone, nice and easy. Now you’re deeply under the spell of hypnosis, Princess Lace. Stand up now.”

She rose, swaying slightly.

“Turn to the right,” she did and stood in front of a mirror. Dorsey came up from behind and held the stone in front of her eyes, “There we go, focus on the stone and let your mind sink further and further, deeper and deeper into the depths of the colors. Soon it will be too hard to even focus on the stone and when that happens, I want you to relax and look into your own eyes in the mirror. Getting deeper now.. harder to focus... deeper... there. Princess Lace I want you to gaze into Lacey’s eyes and watch her sink deeper and deeper into hypnosis.”

Princess Lace took a deep breath as she watched Lacey sink further and further under.

Dorsey smiled at the slim beauty before him. He took off her hat, smiling as the flaxen locks spilled down around her shoulders. He reached in front of her and unbuttoned the three buttons of her floral vest and slipped it off her slim shoulders. Next came the second button of her blouse, that done, the nape of her neck came into view. It was a smooth expanse of skin he’d seen before when she’d been in a tank top, but now he was much closer. The next few buttons gave way and her blouse opened to show the smooth creamy skin they’d been hiding. He marveled at the beauty of her perfect little breasts. He’d never been a man for plastic surgery and balloon breasts that come with it. Now before him was a powder blue bra covering the shapely curves of a perfect pair of unmolested breasts.

He pushed her shirt down off her shoulders and it fall to join her vest on the floor revealing her toned midsection. Princess Lace watched hands caress Lacey’s torso, and felt the warmth of them. Hands across her tummy and running up her sides. She felt his breath on her neck as he whispered words to her. She watched as Lacey’s bra came undone, hanging loose over her breasts.

Dorsey drank in the sight as his fingertips roamed from her cheek, down her long slim neck, and by the mole right in the divot by her collarbone. They traced down absently pushing her bra away as they caressed her mound up to the peak of her nipple and began to circle it.

“Deeper and deeper you sink as you watch Lacey’s eyes. You feel this pleasure of being hypnotized more and more as you sink deeper and deeper. Look at Lacey, at the way her nipples get hard at the touch of my hands, at the sound of my voice. As you feel the pleasure rise and as Lacey feels more and more pleasure, you’ll sink deeper and deeper.”

He saw the rising blush on her cheeks and her breathing quicken as he touched her, caressing her and whispering in her ears. He smiled to himself as he undid her skirt and soon it too pooled around her ankles. “You’re getting deeper and more and more aroused,” he whispered with husk voice into her ear. His own crotch had become rock hard and he had to adjust himself.

“Hornier and hornier as you watch Lacey’s nipples get hard.” He slipped his hand down to her panty cover lips and gently pressed expecting to find heat and a pleasant gush of moisture... but it wasn’t there. He cursed himself mentally. He knew he could get her warmed up and fuck her brains out tonight if he really wanted to, that wasn’t the plan if she wasn’t ready for it. Even deep under she wasn’t responding the way he wanted her too. Still, there was progress to be made.

“Princess Lace,” he addressed her as he idly caressed her nether lips through the wispy fabric, “do you hear me?”

“Yes.”

“Are you a good girl?”

“Oh yes.”

“If I asked you to fuck what would you say?”

“Yes...”

Good, “If I asked Lacey to fuck, what would she say?”

“No...”

“Are you horny?”

“No...”

“Listen to me now Princess Lace, I’m going to tell you something you already know. You are a good girl and you submit to authority. Many authority figures are men. Men like beautiful women. That is why you dress nicely, so you can look good for the men. Say this now, Men like beautiful women, I want to be beautiful.”

“Men like beautiful women, I want to be beautiful...”

“Good girl. Men like sexy women.”

“Men like sexy women...”

“Good girl. Men like sexy women because they want to fuck,” with the word he pressed a little deeper, enjoying the feeling of increased warmth he was now getting from between her legs. “There you are, you are starting to feel it, the pleasure deep inside you. That is the desire to fuck, to feel pleasure. It is warming inside you. You’re such a good girl. This is what men want, they want you to feel like this.” He slipped two fingers under her panties and felt the warm beginnings of moisture. “Yes, there now you feel it.”

Lacey’s mouth involuntarily drooped open and she caught a pleasurable gasp.

“This is what men want. They want you to feel horny. And you want to feel horny too, you want to feel horny and sexy and turned on.”

“Oh... yes. I—yes.”

“Princess Lace, whenever you can, I want you to think of sexy thoughts and fantasies and remind Lacey of them whenever you can, so you can help her be a sexy good girl.”

“Yes, yes.”

“When no one is around or when no one is watching, I want you to get Lacey as horny as you can by whatever means you can find. Especially at work where there will be more men to please. Can you do this for me Princess Lace?”

Her pussy gushed into his fingers and she breathed out a slow, “Yes..”

“Very good, now close your eyes.” Her eyes closed and her head dropped down, “Good, now I am going to talk to Lacey.” He smiled and licked his fingers tasting the musk of her arousal. “Lacey, how do you feel right now?”

She jolted just a bit as he touched her shoulder, recoiling from his touch. “I- I don’t know—feel strange, what’s happening?” Her head tilted as if she was struggling or trying to wake up. He knew she was under but talking like this was a bit riskier. The Princess Lace part of her persona was so much more manageable.

“It’s okay, Lacey, remember the girl in the clockwork focus,” he stepped back, “Picture her in your mind, the girl swirling around in the clockwork.” Little by little he calmed her back down until her chin dropped down to her chest and she stood limp.

“There we are Lacey, we’re just talking. How do you feel?”

“Naked and cold.”

“Doesn’t it feel good to be naked and free?”

“N- no... feel naked. I—”

Dorsey muttered to himself, then continued, “It’s alright Lacey, you’re alone in the changing room. In a moment, you’ll open your eyes and get dressed. Then when you are done, you’ll sit down and remember the girl in the clockwork. And now, begin.”

She opened her eyes, and for a moment, he braced himself—if she was to wake up and snap out of it now, there’d be a great big mess for him to fix, but he just trusted that the tea she’d sipped had drugged her into deep enough suggestibility to keep her under his thrall. Just as he had hoped, her eyes opened seeming to give no heed to his presence, and she put her clothes back on then went to the mirror and fixed her hair, up and put the hat on, finally putting on the vest last and buttoning it up. When she turned back to the chair he delighted at the glazed look in her eyes as she squared herself in front of the chair and sat down. He waited for a moment for her memory to take her back under.

“There you are, you feel so much better, don’t you?Åh

“Yes.”

He thought for a moment. “Tell me, why do you feel so much more relaxed?”

“I’m safer with clothes on.”

“Why?”

“The nightmare.”

“Hmm, tell me about the nightmare?”

“I’m in class and I have to present my report, but I get up and I’m naked. I try to cover myself, but everyone is staring, and the teacher keeps demanding that I present my findings, but my paper is blank and everyone can see everything and a girl calls me a slut and suddenly there’s boys there and they’re staring at me—”

“It’s okay, Lacey, you’re safe here. I’m here to help you. Now listen carefully, in that nightmare, you’re nervous because you’re naked and people are calling you a slut. But you’re not a slut Lacey, you’re a good girl. Say it now, ‘I am a good girl’.”

She nodded at his words and repeated, “I am a good girl.”

“You’re not a slut, you don’t do slutty things.” She nodded again and he grinned. Cognitive dissonance was a beautiful tool, and one he planned to employ for good measure. “Is a girl who has lots of sex a slut?”

She frowned, “No, she’s empowered.”

He rolled his eyes, then continued, “Of course, a girl who has great sex with the man she loves is empowered.”

She nodded and he continued, “Alright, let’s talk about something else. You’re a good girl, right?”

She nodded again.

“When an authority figure sees you and you’re a good girl, it makes you happy.”

She nodded.

“And good girls submit to authority.”

Again, she nodded. Her previous conditioning had her responding to his words as if they were his own thoughts.

“Sluts are bad girls,” he left no room for parsing here, this time he’d be taking command. “You’re not a bad girl.” Nod. “Sluts have lots of sex with random men, but good girls have sex with the man that they love.”

“Yes, love.”

“Good girls have orgasms with the one they love.”

She nodded.

“But sluts have lots of orgasms with other people, and sometimes even alone.”

She furrowed her brow.

“Sluts masturbate,” he said directly.

She nodded.

“Good girls don’t masturbate.”

She shook her head. ‘Interesting,’ he thought, ‘this girl has healthy well developed sex drive.’ Crossing his arms, he continued. “If you were home and you were masturbating, and your father walked in, how would you feel.”

“So embarrassed.”

“Yes, you would feel embarrassed, because you know you shouldn’t do it. Because deep down, you’re a good girl and you don’t want to behave like a slut in front of an authority figure. You don’t want to masturbate in front of your boss do you?”

“No.”

“Of course not, because you don’t want to be a slut, because sluts masturbate.” He could sense a little trembling in her lips, the discomfort within her was palpable, and he enjoyed architecting it. Even drugged up into suggestibility, she was resisting it but was conflicted. That conflict posed a perfect opportunity.

“Now my dear, you must listen closely. You have the nightmare of being naked and feeling so shameful, you have the temptation of masturbating like a wanton slut, but you are not those things. You must now summon up your courage, because the princess needs protection. Gather your strength as I address you, Captain Lacey of the Royal Regiment, Protector of the Princess, Guardian of Virtue. See your strength, gather it up because you have a mission.”

“Yes, strong,” her shoulders straightened and her head lifted, even under trance, she latched onto his words.

“State your name, soldier,” he demanded.

“Captain Lacey.”

“Captain Lacey, sir,” he corrected.

“Captain Lacey, Sir,” she replied. Though her body language was strong, her voice was still dull, and her words slightly slow. He could not imagine the whirling haze her mind must have been in, but he was glad of it. She was so malleable like this, as putty for him to mold and shape.

“Captain Lacey, this is your mission. You must protect the virtue of the princess. From now on, if you ever find Princess Lace masturbating, getting close to the edge of an orgasm, you’ll realize that you must protect the Princess from temptation.”

“Protect,” she muttered. He smiled as she seemed to be taking to the suggestions quite readily.

“You don’t want to let the princess become a bad girl. You’ll stop her from surrendering to temptation and losing control because you must protect her virtue. A virtuous princess only allows herself to give in to pleasure when she is with the man that she loves. Your orders are these, when the princess is on the edge of orgasm without her love, you must stop her. You must save her virtue. Save her, as the guardian of virtue, save her for love.”

“Yes, for love.”

“Repeat your mission, Captain Lacey.”

“Must protect her virtue, must keep her from orgasm.”

“That is correct, but she is the princess, so you must not interfere unless she is on the edge of temptation. Remain silent, but remain vigilant.”

“Yes, vigilant.”

“Excellent. Captain, is the princess in danger now?”

“No, sir.”

“Then you must go to sleep. Drift off into a deep slumber, and awaken only when needed or when I call upon you. There you are, drifting deeper and deeper.”

Her posture slumped back down, her head lolled until her chin was against her chest, and she was deeply under again.

“Lacey, can you hear me?”

“..yes..”

“Lacey, there’s no need to remember this conversation. Instead, you will remember us playing a few games of checkers on the checkerboard I found while we were running inventory. You’ll remember having beaten me a few times, and me being very gracious. I want you to remember it in your mind now.”

And she did, she remembered him pulling out the board, and them playing a few times. Apparently he hadn’t played since he was a kid, and neither had she, but he was just very bad at it. She remembered jumping his pieces... 3...2...1.

Dorsey was seated in front of her and said, “Well that is the last bit of shellacking I think I’ll be taking for the day. My dear, you are a force to be reckoned with, I knew there was a reason I hired you, and it is indeed between your ears.”

She smiled, looking down and seeing the king’ed checker piece in her had. What was that, three games in a row? “Huh, well, I guess it hasn’t been that long since I played. I used to play with my little cousin when I babysat for him.”

“Indeed, tell me, did you at least let the poor child win a game? Wait don’t tell me, if the child won on his own merits I don’t think my poor ego could take such a profound blow. Perhaps another day, I’ll be able to even the score. But alas, time wanes, and I should let you go back. Your check is under the register!”

She smiled and headed off, having been dismissed.

He watched her saunter out the door and sniffed his dry fingers. ‘Soon.’