The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Claude Poitiers turned on the television in the corner and sat down in front of his computer.

It had been a long day, and he had to work tomorrow—so he wouldn’t start any big projects. He answered his email, poked around on usenet for a bit... then logged into hypnoplay, his favorite chatroom.

Business was slow, as always. There were a dozen people in the room, and no one was saying anything. All too typical, Claude thought. He started typing.

He remembered when this room had first opened, six to eight months ago. There had always been a running conversation. There had been times he’d been sorry to log out, because he didn’t want to miss anything.

That never happened anymore. Nowadays, all the regulars stayed logged in at all hours, whether they were behind the keyboard or not. Conversation was rare.

He’d seen this pattern before. Chatrooms would start up, be furiously popular for a few months, then die out.

Claude went to work in another window, and checked the chatroom ten minutes later. Someone had mentioned something about the White Sox, but Claude didn’t respond. The only team he followed was the Yankees, and he wasn’t going to comment on something he didn’t know about.

I’m just as bad as everyone else, Claude thought. I log in to the chatroom and don’t say anything. Still, surely talking just to waste bandwidth isn’t an improvement?

Dreamlord:

Hi ayanna

werelynx:

hi ayanna

Airshade:

Hi ayanna

Claude chuckled. He’d just witnessed the one thing that could make a chatroom come to life: a girl walking in.

Tristan:

ah, the vultures start circling!

Claude had been around the block enough times to know that anyone logging into a chatroom with a feminine alias gets inundated by males propositioning her. That’s why many women choose genderless nicknames. It’s also why a lot of (male) practical jokers log in pretending to be women, and get a big laugh about their pranks afterwards.

Dreamlord:

Very funny Tristan

ayanna:

I thought this was hypnoplay, not hypno-vultures!

Tristan:

We’ll let you pass judgment on that after you’ve been here a while.

ayanna:

thanks for the warning!

Tristan:

No problem, but I’m sure you’d have figured it out soon enough on your own.

private message from ayanna:

actually, already did, but thanks anyway.

Claude did a double-take. The girl (if it truly was a girl) had sent him a private message? She’d sent him one first? That was unusual.

private message to ayanna:

How bad has it been?

private message from ayanna:

so far, werelynx has asked me to hypnotize him, airshade wants to cyber, and dreamlord has offered to show me the “pleasures of deep hypnotic submission.”

Claude sighed. Intellectually, he knew this stuff went on all the time, but it was still sad to see it when it happened.

private message to ayanna:

I’m not surprised. I refuse to proposition anyone I’ve just met. It seems pathetic to me.

private message from ayanna:

does it ever work?

He laughed.

private message to ayanna:

Logically, if someone propositions every woman he sees for a month, eventually he’ll meet one who goes along with it.

private message from ayanna:

that’d make a great story for the kids, wouldn’t it? I met your mother because I hit on her in a chatroom!

private message to ayanna:

Welcome to the 21st century!

private message from ayanna:

LOL

private message from ayanna:

so, you a stats major?

Huh? Claude double-checked the screen. No, he hadn’t misread her question.

He used the whois command.

Buffalo.edu, Claude thought. Isn’t that New York State? Feeling like a total geek, he checked his own identity.

There’s no way she could know from my address, Claude reasoned. Oh well. He decided he’d have to use the oldest means of gaining information, and ask.

private message to ayanna:

How did you know I’m in college?

private message from ayanna: I could tell. :

) How old are you?

Well, at least she wasn’t using the old a/s/l shorthand for age, sex and location. Assuming, Claude reminded himself, that ayanna’s really a she! He typed his answer, asking for hers... then remembered you’re not supposed to ask a lady her age. He scratched his head, then figured, what the heck, it’s the internet era. He sent the message.

private message to ayanna:

20, and you?

private message from ayanna:

19.

private message from ayanna:

you ever hypnotized anyone?

Whoa, thought Claude. Whoa. Did she have any idea she was asking about his major turn-on? She must, given the title of the chatroom.

private message to ayanna:

A few times. I’m a psych major.

private message from ayanna:

hehehe, I’m a zoology major.

private message from ayanna:

what do you think of all this online hypnosis stuff?

private message to ayanna:

I didn’t always believe in it, but now...

private message from ayanna:

now?

private message to ayanna:

Well, I’ve seen stuff. I still think it’s overrated, but I’ve heard stories from people who have no reason to lie.

private message from ayanna:

I’ve been wondering if it works.

private message to ayanna:

why, have you been hypnotized before?

private message from ayanna:

I was, once, at a stage show.

Claude’s heart beat a little faster. He felt like a moth diving towards a flame. With a sigh, he wished stories like this didn’t always capture his interest; but that was the blessing of chatrooms, wasn’t it? No one could actually see with whom they were conversing. From wherever she was sitting, Ayanna couldn’t see him blushing.

private message to ayanna:

How’d you like it?

private message from ayanna:

strangest two hours of my life.

private message to ayanna:

What did you do?

private message from ayanna:

hehehe—well, I sung—which is saying a lot! I felt drunk at one part... then thought I was flying... oh, and saw the entire audience in the nude.

Claude almost asked for more details, but stopped himself. He did want to hear more—but he didn’t need instant gratification.

private message to ayanna:

Was it fun overall?

private message from ayanna: it was. :

)

private message from ayanna:

do you think it’s really possible online?

He gave her his honest opinion.

private message to ayanna:

I didn’t for the longest time. I have trouble believing someone could go under just watching lines of text scroll by. Still, it does seem to work for some people.

private message from ayanna:

well, I do know what it feels like... I’d know where to go.

private message from ayanna:

do you trust dreamlord?

private message to ayanna:

Hahaha—sure you want to know?

private message from ayanna:

(grins) what aren’t you telling me?

He shrugged, and told her the truth.

private message to ayanna:

As far as I hear he’s a good hypnotist, but he’s 45 and lives with his mother.

private message from ayanna:

O I C.

private message from ayanna:

(giggles) not that it matters anyway—I was about to ask you.

private message from ayanna:

if you’ve got the time, that is.

Claude stared at the screen. He got up, turned the television off, and sat down again.

private message to ayanna:

Thank you... I’d be happy to... but why me?

private message from ayanna:

I just feel comfortable talking with you.

He took a deep breath. That was quite a compliment for someone he’d just met—assuming she was telling the truth, of course.

private message to ayanna:

Thanks! (smiles gently) umm... what do you want to achieve?

private message from ayanna:

(dreamy look) I want that wonderful relaxed feeling again.

private message to ayanna:

That’s it?

private message from ayanna:

(nods)

private message from ayanna:

but I want to feel like I’m really hypnotized.

private message from ayanna:

I’ll leave the details up to you.

Claude stared at the computer screen, stunned. He couldn’t believe his eyes. A girl just propositioned him online and gave him carte blanche? This kind of thing didn’t happen to him.

He frowned. Common sense told him that if something seemed too good to be true, it probably was. Chances were Ayanna wasn’t 19... heck, she probably wasn’t even a girl.

He scrolled up a bit and reread their conversation. She didn’t sound contrived. Still, they hadn’t been chatting for very long, and heavens knew there were plenty of good actors on the internet. Someone can act out almost anything, Claude knew, when they can keep their expression and tone of voice hidden.

On the other hand... why lie? If Ayanna was a 45-year-old man like Dreamlord, what possible reason would he have to get Claude to type out a hypnotic induction in a chatroom? He could just go to the web to find one of those.

private message to ayanna:

Ok... but one quick question?

private message from ayanna:

hehehe shoot

private message to ayanna:

What do you look like?

private message from ayanna:

(giggles) why?

private message to ayanna:

Just want to picture you, that’s all.

private message from ayanna:

ok... 5′4″, brown eyes, brown hair.

That describes most of the women on the planet, Claude thought. Still, he reasoned, if I ask for any more details, she’ll probably get scared away. What’s more, with all the practical jokers on the internet, she’d be right to do so.

private message to ayanna:

Ok... let’s minimize all distractions.

He left the chatroom and closed the other windows on his computer screen.

private message from ayanna: you’re the only window I have open now. :

)

private message to ayanna:

Wonderful... you’re already with the program!

private message from ayanna: I try :

)

Claude thought for a moment. Was he forgetting anything?

Tristan:

I hope you don’t mind me asking, but... are you someplace safe?

ayanna:

at home. don’t worry—I’m the only one here—my parents aren’t due back for another couple hours.

Tristan:

Is there anything else around that could distract you? Music, kids playing?

ayanna:

(shakes her head) nope—I’ve already drawn the blinds. :)

Tristan:

Ready?

ayanna:

ready.

“All right,” Claude typed. “Just concentrate on the words I type as they move across your screen... don’t let anything else distract you... just focus here on the monitor, on my words, and let your body relax. Keep your eyes focused on the text as it moves across your screen... let any noise you hear just relax you more... the wind is a relaxing, everyday noise... anything else you hear is so mundane and ordinary it just serves to relax you more. Feel yourself breathing easily and regularly, in and out, in and out, listening to your body, letting your legs relax and go limp...”

(Dang, Claude thought... I should have asked if she’s in a wheelchair.)

“Your feet and legs are feeling so relaxed now,” he typed, “as your eyes move back and forth across the computer screen, reading the text as it scrolls by... it’s a beautiful evening, so calming and relaxing...”

(Claude looked out the window. It was early evening; the sky had wispy clouds, and the stars were just beginning to come out. He hoped the weather in Buffalo was as good as it was here in Providence.)

“A wonderful evening to be quiet at home, to be relaxed and focused on what you’re doing,” he typed. “My words move across the screen, your eyes follow the words as they appear and scroll... and now your torso is becoming so relaxed... with each breath you take, your whole body becomes more relaxed... letting go of any cares, any worries... as you breathe in, you feel calmness stealing all over your body... and as you breathe out, you feel all stress leaving you...

“Now your arms are becoming very relaxed too... let them fall away from the keyboard and mouse and relax by your sides, or on your lap... feel the tingles of deep relaxation in your fingers, in your arms, in your shoulders... and you become more and more relaxed with each word you read, so completely focused on the words that move across your screen...

“And now feel that relaxation all over your body... feel it in your neck, which is becoming completely relaxed... you can still hold your head in a comfortable position to keep your focus on the screen and on reading my words, but your neck is becoming very relaxed, completely relaxed... and now your head is relaxing too... every sound you hear, everything you see, makes you more and more comfortable, more and more calm, more and more relaxed... and even though your whole body is relaxed, from your toes, through your midsection, to your neck, your eyes stay focused on my words as they scroll across your screen... you are feeling completely relaxed, even in your head, from the top of your head to your ears to your nose and mouth... your eyes focused on my words as they move across your screen, you are completely relaxed, not a care in the world...”

(Long distance hypnosis, thought Claude. How he wished he could be there in person, to see this happening... if it really was, of course. She could be faking... but did it really matter, if they both were having fun?)

“And now you feel your eyes getting tired... your whole being is focused on my words, and your eyes are following them easily and readily... your eyes move back and forth, back and forth, as my words scroll across your screen...

“And now, as I count down from three to one, your eyes will become so heavy and relaxed that they will close, and you will fall into a deep sleep, a deep and relaxed sleep... and you will enjoy this deep relaxed feeling all through your body... you will sit there, contented and happy, for one minute, after which you will open your eyes, sit up, feeling totally relaxed all through your body and mind, and still you will still be completely, totally, focused on my words... when you open your eyes, you will type to me how you feel...

“And now, three... your eyes are getting so heavy and relaxed from moving back and forth...

“Two... your eyelids are getting heavier and heavier... you will not be able to keep them open much longer... and on the next count you will sleep peacefully for one minute, then open your eyes and type to me how you feel...

“On the next count, deep sleep... one.

Claude took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

A minute passed.

ayanna:

i feel relaxed

Tristan:

Are you comfortable and happy?

ayanna:

oh yes

So far so good, Claude thought.

Tristan:

Now ayanna, if anything happens that requires your attention, anything at all, like someone arriving, or any emergency, you will instantly wake up, feel refreshed and alert, and be able to deal with it with no difficulties... do you understand?

ayanna:

yes

Now how do I make her feel like she’s really hypnotized? Claude wondered.

Tristan:

Ayanna, you are in a deep, comfortable, relaxed place... so calm and tranquil, and focused completely on my words... completely focused on my words...

Tristan:

Now, I want you to think of the color violet... picture a violet flower, a violet sweater... focus on the color violet...

Tristan:

I want you to imagine yourself having violet eyes... the best shade of violet you can imagine... picture yourself with violet eyes in your imagination... that imaginary picture is very real to you...

Tristan:

Now, on the count of three, I am going to hypnotically change the color of your eyes from brown to violet... it’s like magic... and when I wake you up, you will be convinced that your eyes have changed from brown to violet...

Tristan:

So on the count of three, you will return to full wakefulness, feeling wonderful and refreshed, but you will have violet eyes... you have imagined it, you have pictured it, you don’t need to explain it, you believe you have violet eyes, you know you have violet eyes, you are convinced you have violet eyes... one...

Tristan:

Two...

Tristan:

Three.

ayanna:

mmmmm. Did it work?

Tristan:

(grins) I don’t know... only you can be the judge of that... how do you feel?

ayanna:

well, I just stretched... I feel really relaxed, and comfortable...

Tristan:

Do you think you were hypnotized?

ayanna:

well, I certainly feel good... I guess some time has passed, but that’s not that unusual... you get focused when you’re playing a game or something, and you wonder where the time went.

Tristan: Happens to me all the time :

)

ayanna:

I don’t know if I really felt hypnotized, though.

Claude crossed his fingers.

Tristan:

Do you have a mirror in there?

ayanna:

um, actually, no... why?

Tristan:

Could you go look in one?

ayanna:

(looks down) what? you didn’t make me strip, did you? I’m still dressed...

Tristan:

Nope, no stripping.

ayanna:

what do I have to check the mirror for?

Tristan:

Humor me.

ayanna:

ok, BRB...

A moment or two elapsed.

ayanna:

OMG I HAVE PURPLE EYES what did you do?

Tristan:

(blush) Do you like it?

ayanna:

OMG OMG OMG I don’t believe it—I brought the hand mirror in here—I don’t believe it—how did you do it?

Tristan:

Well, you DID ask me to hypnotize you—

ayanna:

you mean I’m hypnotized—my parents are gonna freak—

Tristan:

Relax, ayanna, they’re not gonna freak—you’re the only one who can see them!

ayanna:

Why do you think... OMG you mean they’re not real

ayanna:

(bonks herself on the head) duuh, of course they’re not real, it’s an illusion

ayanna:

I really AM hypnotized... you made me think my eyes are violet... but they’re not really

ayanna:

this is freaky

Tristan:

You can see them?

ayanna:

(nods) I see them... they’re violet... but I know they’re really brown... f r e a k y

ayanna:

I still see them... I thought they’d go away when I realized it’s an illusion but they’re not

Tristan:

(grinning) Ok, anything else you have in mind?

ayanna:

what do you mean?

Tristan:

Any other illusions you’d like me to create?

ayanna:

ummm good question... I shoulda thought of this earlier and prepared something!

ayanna:

I know... can you give me long hair?

Tristan:

Um, how long is it now?

ayanna:

middle of my back... I have been trying to grow it out for 3 years

ayanna:

I want to have it down to my waist

Tristan:

I don’t see why not... are you sitting?

ayanna:

yes

Tristan:

Ok, focus all your attention upon my words on the computer screen again...

Tristan:

On the count of three, your mind and body will relax, and you will fall back into trance, exactly the way you felt when I first told you you had violet eyes...

Tristan:

One, relaxing...

Tristan:

Two, letting go...

Tristan:

Three... now read my words very carefully, ayanna

Tristan:

On the count of three, you will no longer have violet eyes... your eyes will be the same color as they’ve always been... but instead, you have long hair... you have very long hair, long, beautiful hair... it’s everything you wanted, everything you imagined it would be like... your hair is very long, down to your waist... you are convinced of it... you have long, lovely hair... you will see it, feel it, be able to touch it... on the count of three you will return to full waking consciousness, comfortable, happy, refreshed, and you will know you have long hair down to your waist...

Tristan:

One, waking up...

Tristan:

Two, feeling wonderful...

Tristan:

Three.

There was no response from ayanna for a moment. Then...

ayanna: sorry, just being vain :

)

ayanna:

I love it!!

Tristan:

It worked, then?

ayanna:

it did—thank you!!!!

ayanna:

I feel like a princess

ayanna:

it looks great

ayanna:

I love the way it feels against my skin

ayanna:

gosh I must sound vain... it looks gorgeous

Tristan:

(grin)

ayanna:

I wish I could take pictures

ayanna:

I wish you could leave this on all the time!

ayanna:

course no one else can see it... that’s kinda sad

ayanna:

but it still looks great!!

Tristan: Well, I do aim to please :

)

ayanna:

Tristan, I...

Tristan:

Something else you’d like?

ayanna:

yeah, um... I think... no, maybe this is a bad idea

Claude pondered this. Ayanna must be playing hard to get, he thought... or else she’d have just used the backspace key and not told him she had another request.

Tristan:

If there’s anything I can do... all you have to do is ask.

ayanna:

wanna give me a trigger?

ayanna:

ok, there, I said it

Tristan:

Ummm...

ayanna:

I hope it’s not too forward

ayanna:

I’m not volunteering to be your full time submissive or anything

Tristan:

LOL no problem, I’m not looking for one anyway!

What would he make her do, he thought—drive over from Buffalo and do his laundry?

ayanna:

it’s just... my parents are gonna be home soon

ayanna:

and you’ve been great

ayanna:

you didn’t make me do anything freaky

ayanna:

and I’d like to be able to ask you to do this again, even if we don’t have a lot of time

Tristan:

Okay, but you gotta promise me something

ayanna:

what?

Tristan:

You have to make me a list of things you want to experience with hypnosis :)

ayanna:

ok!!!

Tristan:

You ready?

ayanna:

yes, sitting, ready

Tristan:

ayanna, on the count of three you will relax deeply into trance again... your body will relax, your conscious mind will fall into a deep sleep... but your unconscious mind will remain wide awake, your eyes will remain open, focused on my words on the computer screen...

Tristan:

One, your mind and body are relaxing...

Tristan:

Two, you are focused completely on my words on your computer screen...

Tristan:

Three, you are now in a trance... completely, deeply hypnotized...

Tristan:

Now pay very careful attention to my words, ayanna... you are deeply relaxed, very comfortable, completely focused on my words...

Tristan:

And from now on, whenever you and I are in private conversation—and we have talked long enough for you to be certain it’s really me, not an impostor—whenever you and I are in private conversation, and you see me type the words “spellbound angel,” you will immediately relax into a deep trance state, assuming it is safe to do so...

Tristan:

Now in the meantime, when I count to five and wake you up, you will know your hair is back to its normal length... all hypnotic illusions are canceled... your eyes are their proper color, your hair is its proper length... you are the same person you were when you woke up this morning...

Tristan:

But from now on, whenever you and I are in private conversation, and you are certain it’s me, whenever you see me use the phrase “spellbound angel,” you will immediately relax into a deep trance state... your conscious mind will fall into a deep, comfortable, relaxing sleep... but your unconscious mind will still be wide awake, your eyes will remain open, and you will enter a deep trance... on the count of five you will wake up, feeling refreshed and wonderful, remembering everything...

Tristan:

One, stirring...

Tristan:

Two, starting to wake up...

Tristan:

Three, the trance is wearing off...

Tristan:

Four, awakening out of hypnosis....

Tristan:

Five, wide awake.

ayanna:

WOW!!

ayanna:

I’m sorry I have to go very soon

ayanna:

but thanks!

ayanna:

you were great

ayanna:

I love what you did

ayanna:

ummm... quick

ayanna:

what’s your real name?

Tristan:

(blush) Claude :)

ayanna: mine’s Angie :

)

ayanna:

hugs!