The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

She couldn’t remember the exact wording of the advert, but it went something like this:

“New start-up, trialling a new high-tech entertainment product. We need a few interested women to take part in a 3 month product testing programme. Remuneration: $5,000 per month. Details: on request.”

Aside from that there was just a QR code.

Obviously, in the absence of any details, it was the prospect of the money that had caught her eye. Sara had an urgent need to pay for her very impressive new breasts.

She was already a very attractive girl, so there really was no need. Men stared. But when the last guy had dumped her on the brutal grounds that she was “too short” and “too flat chested” (not really, but that’s taste…) and deeply stung, she rebounded precipitately into action. Funny, though, how one remark, one mistake, can change a person for good.

She felt she was in pretty good shape – at 25, she worked at the gym downtown, and as a consequence was as tight and toned as you like. She favoured a body-con look. She had a delicate but full lipped face that she was happy with. She was sexy, people said, but they weren’t the people she was paying attention to.

There was nothing she could do about her height, bar ever higher heels, but she sure as hell could do something about the other. So she did, to stunning effect. And now, men REALLY stared… But although she did not regret her investment, she was now getting short of cash. $5,000 a month sounded damn fine to Sara.

Clicking quickly through the QR, she found what looked like a non-specific tech start up. The site was obviously brand new and offered little more than a holding page. There was all the usual stuff about user-centric design, seamless interfaces, game-changing apps, “the future now”, yadda, yadda. But nowhere did it say what the “product” of this company actually was. There was no phone number listed. However, the office was gratifying close – just a walk across town, in fact.

She found an enquiry form on the page and expressed her interest, in what, aside from an impressive lump of cash, she wasn’t sure.

Within seconds, her email pinged.

The building was pretty anonymous and did exactly what you might expect from a tech startup. Hipster central quasi industrial zoning – check. Converted warehouse – check. Low key branding – check. So low key, in fact, that the only clue she had arrived at the right place was a single sign: a one-foot square QR code engraved into some sort of metal. No company name, no logo, nothing. It was like this company only existed somewhere in cyberspace.

Sara pushed open the obligatory glass swing door and approached reception, suddenly wondering what she should be saying, given the almost complete lack of information so far. She had made a point of wearing particularly high heels today, a confident gesture to compensate for her slight confusion as to what this might all be about. She sashayed up to the desk.

“Good morning, miss?” said the receptionist with a bright smile. “How can I help you today?”

“I’m, er, here to find out more about the, ah, product trial you were advertising,” said Sara. I got an email.” On principle, she tried to look like she knew what she was talking about.

“Great!” beamed the receptionist, whose name tag said nothing. Just another QR code, or maybe the same one. “You’re the first to reply! Head for the second floor, and I’ll let them know you’re coming…”

“So here we are,” said the man, briskly, as the door closed behind her. “Let me show you what we’ve got.”

He led Sara over to a display table and began to explain more about what they would be asking of her.

“You want to know more. Here it is. It looks simple – and it is a simple concept, actually—but it’s incredibly technologically complex, hence the call for test subjects before we start on the open market.

“In fact,” and here he looked a little awed, “our investors have insisted on it. This is going to be big business.”

Sara swished her brown bob out of the way and cocked an eyebrow. She still had no idea what she was looking at. Some metal objects on a table, as far as she could tell.

“All we are asking you, as a triallist, to do is to use our product, test it, and feedback on it for six months. In return, we pay you. I would stress you do need to commit to using this fully—the feedback will be vital for us. And I think it will really suit you.”

Sara was aware that the man was eyeing her breasts at every opportunity. She never ceased to be gratified that her “investment” continued to make such an impression. And he was an attractive guy – so she didn’t mind one bit. But business was business. She quickly scanned over the six objects on the table. She was intrigued, and slightly confused, but she wasn’t about to show that.

Sara inspected the smaller pieces first, which were sat in a group of four. They weren’t particularly large, but had an air of solidity about them, seemingly steel. Each seemed around 3mm thick. Three were in the form of a straight bar with two 5mm balls set at each end; the largest one was in the shape of a ring with a similar ball set into the circumference.

“So what is all this, exactly?” Sara asked.

The man gestured at the table display. “In essence, when you put all these things together, what we have is THE high tech entertainment system for women. We think it’s quite an outfit...”

She pointed at the smaller pieces. “How do you mean, an outfit?”

“The system needs four wearable units to be installed, essentially fitting small devices that provide stimulation to … certain areas of the female body … in a way that’s quite new,” he said. “There’s a separate master unit that provides the power source and software control, but we’ll come on to that.”

Sara picked up the largest ring-shaped unit from the group of four, and found it surprisingly heavy for its size. She said so.

“Yes, they are. They have to be. Each unit is packed with quite delicate technology and they also need to be immensely strong to avoid damage. Some kind of new super dense titanium alloy, I believe. Feedback on this is all part of the test, by the way – we need to be sure they are comfortable for the user to wear.”

“So where do you need to ‘fit’ these units?” she asked, although given the number and configuration of them, she thought she already knew the answer.

“Tongue, nipples, clitoris,” he replied succinctly – exactly as she had expected.

Her blue eyes widened involuntarily, as she felt a brief shiver of something – trepidation, arousal, both?

“So,” said Sara drily. “A sex toy.”

Sara felt she was not unadventurous, she had tried things, after all. She was a woman of the world, right?

“Oh no,” he replied. “This is much, much more than just that.”

Sara eyed the other items. “OK … so you fit four piercings. And then what? How does it do whatever it does?”

“The stimulation is provided both via electric pulses and vibration, in any combination, to any level you want,” he explained. “It comes with a remote control.”

He picked up a device that looked like a little touchscreen smartphone, and handed it to Sara.

She turned it over in her hands. The main icons on the home screen were fairly obviously labelled

“On/Off”, “Entertainment Settings”, “Intensity”, and so on.

“There are a number of other functions and settings and new entertainment apps will be uploaded remotely as we develop them. But rather than demoing everything, I’d encourage you to just play with it and try things out in your own time. We’ll ping you if any new functions get uploaded. It’s supposed to be super-user friendly, and we’d like to know about that too. The user interface, so to speak.”

Scanning through, she saw quite a few of the other apps were labelled “Beta”. It wasn’t clear exactly what they might do.

Anticipating her question, he said “There are quite a few functions in test mode here, and again we’d like your feedback during the trial. It will help us develop them further. And you may come up with other ideas as well as you use the system … we’d love to know them!”

It seemed simple enough—and Sara felt confident she wouldn’t struggle to us it. However, a demo could wait until later.

“And finally,” he offered, “the master unit.”

With a flourish, the man handed her what looked like an open metal collar. The device was a streamlined, seamless design – a simple, solid ring of what she assumed was the same steel-like metal as the stimulation units, hinged at the back and with a locking mechanism at the front. It looked to be about an inch or a little more wide, and a little less than half an inch thick. There was a small ring set into the front. The unit was clearly very finely engineered, and although heavy, didn’t seem likely to be too heavy to wear. For short periods, at least.

“It locks at the front,” he said, helpfully, “and serves all the usual entertainment purposes too.”

She clicked the collar closed in her hands. It closed with an interesting solidity. Looking at her distorted reflection in the metal there was a sheen of infinite depth, as if she was looking at herself from a long way away. She could feel her nipples stiffening. She wondered if he could see. And again she felt that faint thrill of … something. What was it, the thought of the collar itself, which raised feelings she couldn’t quite put a name, too or the simple anticipation of the arousal of the devices?

She wasn’t sure.

She reminded herself this collar was only an elegantly constructed place to house some circuitry and power source. That’s all. Part of an entertainment product to be tested, a well designed system.

She focused and tugged at the closed collar. It didn’t budge. It was so finely engineered that there was no give at all – it was like a single piece of metal. Looking closely she could barely make out a seam anywhere. She tugged again.

Sara frowned. “How does it open?”

“Simple!” he laughed, and showed her a small Unlock icon on the remote screen. “Manual lock, remote unlock. User friendly, you see.”

She pressed the icon. The collar clicked open at once.

Simple, user friendly.

She put the collar back down on the table with the other items. They glinted invitingly. She could barely take her eyes off them.

The man sat Sara back down in front of his laptop and clicked open what looked like a short presentation. The first picture showed a naked woman, with a heading “prototype entertainment system—fully installed”.

The face was blurred out but Sara could see everything else. She could see the clit-ring and nipple piercings standing out clearly, even without zooming in. But they didn’t seem obtrusive. She felt a little reassured.

The collar, in situ, was striking. It wrapped the model’s neck tightly, but not too tightly, and the solidity of the thing was clear, accented against the delicacy of the model’s neck. There was no doubt in her mind that it was what people called a statement piece.

Anyway, she needed to decide what to do now. She took a deep breath. There was no doubt, really.

“OK, I’ll do it.”

“Excellent. So pleased! One more thing. As a sort of brand ambassador, would you mind if we gave you a small tattoo to promote us and our product…?”

“Whoa,” she exclaimed “What are we talking here? Your logo? I don’t much fancy being a walking billboard for your sex toy!”

“Please don’t refer to this as a sex toy—and don’t worry,” he reassured her. “I was thinking our QR code? The one you replied to? It can be removed post-trial but meantime it may help get people to our website and drum up interest. Can I suggest the small of the back?”

“Mmm, great, a tramp stamp,” said Sara. But she wasn’t too bothered. She already had an abstract tattoo on her right shoulder. She guessed a QR code wouldn’t do much harm. It seemed to be something of an obsession in this place. And she could simply get rid of it.

In any case, at this point her mind was overrun by two thoughts.

One. New breasts had to be paid for. It was no surprise to her what a relief it was to have the income to pay off that loan. There was no way Sara was backing out now. This could be a life-changer.

Two. If she was honest about it, she could hardly wait to try this out. It played right to the sweet spot of her sense of adventure.

And beyond—into some entirely new territory. A vivid unbidden image flashed into her mind: herself, naked, head thrown back, collared, pierced—fitted, in fact—riding … someone … with her wonderful new breasts bouncing firmly as she rode.

Collecting herself, Sara was suddenly conscious that she was on the verge of starting to pant.

And they hadn’t even started yet.