The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

My supposed trance is still the topic of conversation at dinner. The gossip network is telling wild tales about how I danced around Smithers Hall shouting about how I was in love with Professor Talgarth and I wanted to marry him. I roll my eyes at this nonsense… but it is starting to grate.

As we clear our dishes and trays, I feel strange. I don’t want to attend the Embroidery Club, as is my usual want. Instead, I return to my dorm room, which is empty. My roommate, Wendy, is out.

I sit on my bed, fidgeting. What is the matter with me? I’m not certain. I feel tense, but… there’s nothing to be tense about.

Then I jump. Down the hall, I hear the dorm telephone ringing. How odd. Normally, Mamie Appleton, our chaperone, would be guarding the phone, but now she must be at dinner. I hear no-one else, just that ringing. I must be alone.

I leap up and rush out of my room. The telephone rings and rings and I reach it after what feels like ages. “Hello, Wendell Hallow, Girls’ Dorms,” I gasp after I rip the handset from its hanging cradle. The entire town is on one party line, so you have to identify yourself when you pick up. There is also no telling how many other people may be listening in.

There is a pause. Then a male voice on the line says, “One-Oh-Three.” I hear a click, and then nothing.

My thoughts blur. In a daze, I replace the telephone handset and then head outside. The air is chilly, but I don’t mind. I walk.

I feel calm, somewhat happy. That strange tension I felt in my room? Gone. My thoughts wander as I cross campus, then turn left on Willard Ave, which takes me into town. A few people stare at me as I pass, but I pay them no mind.

Absently, I wonder if I will see Johnny, that handsome fellow from Grangewood. Unlikely. It is nearly dark, and don’t they rise early at a military academy? Still, I keep my eyes open. I catch myself absently humming.

And then, I find myself standing before the Sleepy Hollow Motel. It is a new establishment, just a quarter-mile from Wendell Hallow’s front gate. My parents have stayed there when visiting me, although Mother complains that there is no complimentary service. Still, I think the building looks sharp, trendy. Life Magazine says motels are America’s new luxury hotels, but for the working-class.

The motel’s electric lights are on, although there are only a few cars parked outside. On a whim, I cross the parking lot, absently studying the building. No-one sees me.

I spot Room 106, then 105, then 104. Around the bend is… Room 103.

One-Oh-Three.

Not knowing what has come over me, I walk to Room 103 and push the door. It swings open, silently.

“Come in, Miss Gardner,” a familiar voice says within.

I step inside. In fact, I cannot stop myself from stepping inside. A strange power has possessed me, and I am compelled to enter.

The door shuts behind me, and I turn to see Professor Talgarth standing beside me. He seems taller than usual, but perhaps that is because the lights in here are dim? For once, he is not wearing a tweed suit. No, he is dressed in a light blue button-down shirt and beige trousers. Strangely, his feet are bare.

I stare up into Professor Talgarth’s blue eyes, stunned to see him. “Professor…” I say, unsure how to handle this odd situation.

“Shhh…!” he whispers. He holds up his right hand and places it on my shoulder.

Suddenly, I can’t look away from him.

“I knew you’d come,” he says in that rich accent. “Look at my fingers.”

I do as he commands. My arms are hanging loosely at my side and I feel my face has assumed a neutral expression. My eyes are soon locked on his fingertips.

“Sleep…!” he breathes.

I am not sure what happens next. I feel my body falling asleep, right there on my feet. My eyes shut, my mouth opens slightly, and all energy evaporates from my muscles. I feel the professor’s strong left arm wrap around me, and somehow I am leaning against his body. His voice fills my mind.

“Very good,” he purrs. His right hand rolls over me, from my shoulder, down my chest, my stomach, and then around my waist. I don’t react; this is both strange but fine to me.

“You are in a deep, deep sleep, Miss Gardner,” I hear Professor Talgarth tell me. “You will obey and follow all my instructions. Say that aloud.”

“I will obey and follow all your instructions,” I hear my own voice say aloud. It sounds soft and distant.

“Excellent,” the professor murmurs, and runs his hand over me again. My hip is resting against his crotch, and is that… a flashlight in his trousers? Very odd.

As he feels my body, Professor Talgarth speaks to me, putting thoughts and desires in my mind, telling me I won’t remember other things. I listen, and absently notice how his words are taking affect. My mother, for example, would never approve of meeting a man in a motel room. As Professor Talgarth talks to me, my mother fades from my mind, and soon I forget about her entirely. The same happens to Joan, then Lavender, and then Betty.

More instructions. More desires. I listen to the professor, fascinated, but resisting none of it.

And then… I’m not sure what happens, but suddenly I am on my feet again, blinking and clearing the fog from my mind.

Where am I?

I’m not sure. I look around. I don’t remember coming to this place… whatever here is. Am I in a hotel room?

Sitting on a large bed just four feet from me is my professor, Professor Talgarth. Why, I took his class just earlier today. I can’t remember what we did, but I’m happy to see him. Happy… and something else. Something inside my body stirs.

“Hello,” Professor Talgarth says. He looks at me with a predator’s gaze.

“Professor,” I say by way of greeting. I smile, lowering my eyelids.

I am filled with a strange confidence I have never known before. “Have you ever… been with a lady, professor?” I ask, unashamed to be forward. I do not realize it, but my hands are loosening and pulling off my school blazer. I drop it to the ground. Now I am only wearing my blouse and skirt; wearing so little is an infraction of the Wendell Hallow dress code.

“I have, yes,” Professor Talgarth answers. He is staring at my breasts again. I like it.

“You could have me, you know,” I tell him, flirting shamelessly. Now I am unbuttoning my blouse.

“Miss Gardner,” says Professor Talgarth appreciatively, “you are one very direct young lady.”

I shrug innocently. “I’m all-woman, I guess,” I confess, then sigh dramatically. I remove my blouse and toss it to the floor. The cool air bites my torso and bare arms.

“Let me ask you something,” I say, stepping closer.

“Mmm?” says my professor.

I lower my voice a little. “I’ve noticed,” I say, “that you like to look at my bust while in class. Why is that?”

As I speak, my hands are reaching behind my back to unhook my brassiere. I am one of the few ladies at Wendell Hallow who must wear a full-sized model. Up until right now, I’ve always hated that.

“You have a magnificent bosom,” Professor Talgarth says, and he almost blushes on the last word. “I’ve always… wanted to see it. To hold them.”

“Really?” I whisper, and then let the brassiere fall loose to my feet. I am nude from my waist up to the top of my head. I make sure both of my naked breasts directly face my instructor.

The professor’s breath sucks in. He is transfixed.

I giggle, for I enjoy the sensation of toying with him. I then turn my back and unbutton my skirt. As I do, I lower my head, and feel my ponytail drop across my collarbone.

“Do turn around,” Professor Talgarth implores me.

Not yet. I undo the last button, then slide my fingers beneath my underwear. With one downward motion, I push skirt and undergarment straight to the floor. My bare bottom is now facing the professor.

“My word,” he gasps.

I step free of the last of my clothing. Except for my shoes and bobby socks, I am naked. Slowly, I turn to face my teacher. I hold my arms at my sides, and he can see my entire body.

I should feel deeply ashamed. I don’t. I feel…

…free. And yet, under a spell at the same time.

“Do you like what you see?” I ask.

Professor Talgarth looks directly at me and says, “Come here.”

There is something in his voice which compels me to obey, instantly. My feet carry me forward, and I can’t stop myself until I am standing directly before him.

“Ah…!” he breathes. With both hands, he reaches up and cups my breasts. First from the sides, then sliding beneath them, then lifting them and squeezing them, ever so slightly. His thumbs play with my nipples.

Like a boy at Christmas, he gazes lovingly at my nakedness. His head moves forward, and now he’s kissing both breasts. His moustache tickles.

I feel my eyes close as passion rises within me.

I’ve been with a boy, twice before. Once with my next-door neighbor; we were both fourteen. The second time was last year. On both instances, we did fornicate, and happily, no-one ever, ever found out. And I didn’t get pregnant. Oh, I’ve hidden that shame deep within me for ages.

But now I am grateful for the experiences. I know a man’s touch and I think I know what is coming. I moan a little, anticipating that wondrous feeling I will know between my legs when…. MmmmMMMmmm….

Professor Talgarth stops kissing my chest to look up at me. Our gazes lock. I feel my mind clouding again.

He says something… I’m not sure what… and then snaps his fingers, once, loudly.

My thoughts desert me for a moment. I realize that without a doubt, Professor Talgarth is the most handsome man I have ever seen, more handsome than Clark Gable, than Marlon Brando, more handsome than even Burt Lancaster… he is the tops. Look at his face! So distinct, so chiseled…! I shudder with pleasure.

I feel a burning within me. Losing control, my fingers attack the professor’s clothes. I pull apart his shirt with one mighty yank, sending buttons flying in all directions. His eyes widen, but I don’t wait. I free my breasts from his hands, lean over him, and begin kissing his chest. Oh, what a chest! I once saw a circus strongman with chest muscles like dinner plates. Professor Talgarth’s chest is even mightier.

I am kissing wildly, my hands plastered over his frame. The professor stirs a little, but I press back and hold him in place, firmly.

I must have more. I am in heat, I’m sure of it.

I pull Professor Talgarth to his feet and drop before him on my knees. My fingers furiously work on the buttons of his fly, and soon I am pulling his trousers down around his knees. His underwear follows.

My land! His penis…!

I’ve never seen a man’s penis up close before. Even with my other two… ah, gentlemen companions, I didn’t see much of their privates. Now Professor Talgarth’s penis is directly before me, and I am shocked at its thickness and rigidity. How do men urinate with their genitals so arranged?

Professor Talgarth moans with pleasure. “Suck on it,” he tells me.

I hesitate. Why would I do such a thing?

But he looks down at me with a fiery gaze. “Suck on it,” he repeats, and this time he uses his commanding voice.

My thoughts go blank, and I must obey. Holding the base of his penis with one hand, I place the tip in my lips and apply gentle pressure.

“Ohhh…” the professor gasps. His eyes roll shut.

Then he begins moving his hips back and forth, again and again. I am confused; what is he doing?

“Don’t you bloody stop,” he orders, moving faster. “Don’t stop!”

I continue doing… whatever it is that I am doing. Curiously, his arousal is beginning to titillate me too.

I must say, the taste of his penis was the oddest thing. I remember the salty taste of his skin and the strange firmness of an appanage with no bones within. I began to think of dandelion stalks I would pull up by the roots as a little girl.

And then…!

Suddenly my mouth is filling with a hot and sticky fluid, brackish to the taste. I gag in surprise, but Professor Talgarth’s quick fingers grab my hair and hold my head in place. He gyrates even faster.

“Don’t move!” he cries.

I suck air through my nose and force my mouth to swallow. The professor’s penis is flying back and forth so quickly, my lips are barely brushing his skin.

And then, Professor Talgarth cries out one last time and releases me. He topples backwards onto the bed, like an oak felled by the lumberman’s axe. I swallow a second time.

My professor is heaving for breath. He gestures with one hand for me to join him. So I worm my way onto the bed and press my naked body against his. I want him to kiss me.

He rolls me on top of him, and now I am lying on his chest, looking down in that Adonis-like face. I lean forward and kiss him. Gently. He kisses back.

Our lips dance against each other. I am so happy. My fingers begin running through his messy salt-and-pepper hair.

Gradually our kisses become deeper and more passionate. My tongue slips past my teeth, and I briefly touch his tongue. He loves this, and now our tongues are embracing madly. Our teeth click as they scrape against each other.

I feel his hands on my breasts again. I moan, loudly, to let him know how much I love that.

He breaks the kiss. “No,” he croaks. “Let me show you what it means to be a woman.”

Professor Talgarth gently pushes me onto the bed, and positions me on my back. After he kicks off his trousers and underwear (still around his ankles), he lies next to me, on his side. He is completely naked; I am only wearing socks and shoes.

“Spread your legs,” he says. He doesn’t use the voice which can control my mind, but I obey nonetheless. I want to know what he is doing.

“I learned this from a French lady in Falaise,” he tells me, and then begins kissing my breasts once again. I wonder what is so unique here, when I feel…

…him.

Professor Talgarth index and middle fingers are slowly probing my womanly parts. First they brush the outside, barely touching the light rows of skin which keeps me sanitary. But then his fingers gently push, and now they are stroking my insides.

Oh… what bliss. I had no idea.

Each pass of his fingers stirs up a little more passion within my loins. I suck in air, in surprise and sheer pleasure. I had no idea a man’s touch could… be… so… so… ah… I’m having trouble thinking.

Now his fingers are caressing deep within me. At the same time, his lips and tongue are dancing over my breasts. My nipples are alight. I feel that sensation of absolute pleasure rise up within me, starting from between my hips. I whimper slightly.

Professor Talgarth strokes more firmly and deeper within me. I tremble. I hope he never stops, never, never! My legs begin to tremble. I might buck from the stimulation, but somehow the weight of his arm is pinning me down.

And then… As if an electric switch is flicked on, my body lights up. I feel a burst of joy and delight erupt inside my vagina, flowing to all corners of my body. I momentarily have the sensation of a sunrise beaming out from my loins, illuminating me and the whole world. I shriek in delight, grab at the pillows behind me, and feel my whole body tremble. My eyes roll back into my head.

Professor Talgarth continues stroking, feeding his fire even more. I try to ask him to stop, to slow down, to release me… but my voice isn’t mine to command any more.

For what seems like hours, my body is wracked with waves of pleasure.

And then Professor Talgarth releases me. I collapse into the mattress, spent and senseless. My breathing is deep and labored.

I am half aware of the professor rising up and spreading my legs very wide. He lowers his hips so they are parallel with mine, and I feel his erect penis just touch the outside of my vagina.

“No…” I murmur. “Wait…!”

It not that I don’t want him to fornicate with me. I need a moment to rest and recover from… whatever it was he did to me before.

“Look at me,” the professor commands.

I must obey him. Our gazes connect, and I feel his influence over my mind take hold.

“You want me to do this, now,” he tells me, and snaps his fingers.

I’m not sure what he said, but all of a sudden, I’m longing for him to be inside me.

“Do it,” I implore him, still holding his steely gaze.

And he does. First just the tip of his penis teases me, but soon he is thrusting in, again and again and again. I stare into his eyes, captivated. I never want him to stop.

Two hours later, and Professor Talgarth and I are naked, lying atop the damp bedsheets, wrapped in one another’s arms. The air is cold, but we do not care. My mind is hazy, but I remember most of the evening.

He is silent, gazing at my nude body in the dim electric light. Amazingly, he is still fascinated by my breasts.

“You like these, don’t you?” I tease, shaking my shoulders just a little, just enough to make each breast jiggle a tad.

To my amazement, Professor Talgarth, my professor, blushes like a little boy. “I’ve always loved breasts,” he confesses. “Most men do.”

That’s true. I roll my eyes a little.

Its strange. First this man was my revered professor… then he put some kind of spell on me… then he was my lover. Now I am talking frankly with him as if we were equal peers. I wonder if sex always does this to adults?

I think over the last time I was in class; I can clearly remember Professor Talgarth staring at my bust as I…

…as I walk to the front of the classroom.

I frown a little, coaxing that memory. Why was I walking to the front of the classroom?

And like a sunbeam, a forgotten memory streams across my consciousness. I am in Smithers Hall again, sitting in front of classroom 107, and Professor Talgarth is hypnotizing me.

I start a little, then look at the professor squarely.

“What’s that, love?” he asks, absently.

“You hypnotized me in class today,” I say. Its not a question.

He holds my gaze. “I did,” he admits.

I open my mouth, not knowing what to say. My strange behavior from today is suddenly making perfect sense.

“You… hypnotized me to have sex with you,” I exclaim, half-shocked, half-amazed.

Professor Talgarth’s expression is unreadable. “I did,” he repeats.

Before I can say anything further, the professor says, “When I snap my fingers, you love getting hypnotized to have sex with me.”

Snap!

I’m not sure what he just said, but I assure him, “I love getting hypnotized to have sex with you.”

“Oh, good,” Professor Talgarth remarks. He chuckles.

I snuggle closer to him, enjoying his smell.

“How did you learn?” I ask.

“Mmm?” the professor says.

“Hypnotism,” I prompt. “How did you learn to hypnotize people?”

“I…” Professor Talgarth seems thrown by my question. “I learned at university, if you must know.”

“I want to learn, too,” I say with complete conviction.

“You?” Professor Talgarth echoes, then roars with laughter. “My dear, women can’t learn hypnotism! Its far too complex.”

My smile fades.

With his free hand, the professor reaches for his pipe and matches on the bedside table. He is still chortling.

“But…” I say, searching for an argument, “I don’t see why—“

“Of course you don’t,” Professor Talgarth chides me gently. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

He sits up, untangling his body from mine. “You and I,” he says, while puffing on the pipe, “will have sex several more times. Each time, you’ll do it because I compel you to do it. And you’ll find it quite impossible to remember any of this.”

“No, wait,” he interrupts himself. “I’ll demonstrate to you how powerful hypnosis really is. I’ll permit you to remember all that we have done… but you will find it quite impossible to discuss these experiences with anyone. No matter how hard you try, you will be completely unable to relate a single detail of our encounters to anybody at all.”

I shrink away a little. While I still see Professor Talgarth as handsome… I’m not attracted to him all of a sudden.

“When you experience that kind of mental hold,” the professor says, “you’ll know the power of what we are dealing with here. A woman simply couldn’t comprehend it.”

He smiles. Setting down his lit pipe. Then he leans over me. I realize that he’s about to put me under, and I try to pull away.

“Sleep!” the professor orders me. I fall into darkness and senselessness, and remember nothing more.