The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Okay, go over what we’re doing again…” Liam Hall says to his Fraternity “big brother” Oliver Young.

Oliver points to himself. “I’m going to create a distraction.” Oliver points to Liam, ”You’re going to steal the sacred Phi Iota Mu pledge book.”

“If it’s sacred, shouldn’t we maybe not steal it?” Liam offers and Oliver shakes him off.

“You know what? You’re right. Steal is maybe too big a word with too many negative connotations. We’re going to borrow it, hide it, and then return it when we have our mixer with the Mu’s after the holiday. It’s the ultimate prank.”

“Where are we going to hide it?”

“Where do you live again, Liam?”

“Des Moines.”

“That’s in Iowa, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then I guess we’re hiding it in Iowa!” Oliver says holding his hand up high for a high five that, frankly, Liam isn’t keen on giving, but he does anyway. Having received his high five, Oliver brashly walks into the Phi Iota Mu house.

His “perfect, well thought out” distraction begins with an aloof “Hey, what’s your name?” to the first sorority member they come across.

“Aubrey,” the girl replies.

Oliver approaches, smooths some stray hair out of Aubrey’s face, and says, “Oh, Aubrey, Aubrey, Aubrey. You know I’m the man of your dreams, right?”

“Do you have money?” She asks, excitedly.

“So much money. So, so much money.”

She groans, like she’s turned on and the last Liam sees them, they’re shucking clothes right in the middle of the front Sorority house hallway.

It’s at that point Liam wishes he landed distraction duty. Instead, he’s creeping down into the basement of the Phi Iota Mu house, using his phone as a flashlight like some common criminal, all because intel says the book is kept down there. Intel that came from the previous series of big brother/little brother infiltration parties. The way they all smiled when they returned to the Beta Kappa Epsilon house, you’d think both members of each team ran distraction. They probably all did, Liam figures. No one wants to actually steal the book. Everyone in his house just wants an excuse to come to the Phi Iota Mu house. There are no less than three web cam girls currently operating out of the house and it seems like, if you just say the right thing to the right girl at the right time, they’re putty in your hands. Liam hasn’t had a chance to speak with a PIM girl or as another Fraternity brother Wally says, “Sip from the PIM cup.” He finally gets his chance as there’s one waiting for him in the basement.

Having nothing better to say, he attempts Oliver’s stock phrase seeing as Oliver had immediate success with it. “Hey. What’s your name?”

Near as Liam can tell, the phrase has little to no effect on the girl. Unimpressed, she asks, “What are you doing here?”

With no other options, Liam opts to tell the girl in the jeans and tee the actual truth. “I’m here to steal the sacred Phi Iota Mu pledge book, if for no other reason, then to stop my brothers from coming over here, returning with smiles and nothing else. Oh, and well, you should know… I’m not really stealing it, per se, but taking it to Iowa over the holiday and then returning it when we have our post-holiday Beta Kappa Epsilon/Phi Iota Mu mixer. So… it’s more of an unasked borrowing than an actual theft. More or less.”

She takes a moment to process his statement, then counters. “You should know… It turned my friends into weird stereotype caricatures.”

“Oookay.”

The girl reaches over to the podium and lifts something heavy, something ancient up off of it. She thrusts this massive book into Liam’s chest. “Take it. We’re better off without it. We’re safer without it.”

“Thanks…” Liam trails off, he never caught her name.

“Paisley.”

“Thanks, Paisley.”

He smiles at her. She likes his smile. He likes hers.

As Liam ascends the steps, book held tightly in both hands, he hears Aubrey screaming out passionately, “Tell me all the stuff you’re going to buy me!!!”

Liam wonders if Paisley would want to be his date to the mixer.

Everyone else at the Phi Iota Mu sorority just seems weird.

The flight to Des Moines is uneventful, though the same could be said of Des Moines itself by some. Liam is just happy to walk through the doors and be greeted by the smells of the season. It’s almost like his mom, Nora, times out baking the cookies so they’re at their peak smell when he walks in.

“Let me get a look at you.” Nora says, hustling out of the kitchen, still wearing her apron.

“It’s been all of four months,” Liam says. “I haven’t changed that much.”

“Four months is an eternity to a mom.”

Nora reaches out and gently touches his cheek. It’s amazing how motherly she can be as she’s only eighteen years senior to her son. Their relationship has always been more friend-to-friend than parent-to-child. That dynamic changed a bit when she married Richard as that’s when Mia and Sophia entered the picture seven years ago. Richard, in his late-forties, is a decade older than Nora with fraternal twin girls the same age as Liam. He’s more of an authoritarian type. Nora just treats Liam differently when Richard is around. Liam is thankful Richard spends a lot of time taking out-of-town meetings, but it’s not the holiday for being thankful, it’s the holiday for cookies and presents.

Liam runs his bags to his room, taking care to hide the sacred book of Phi Iota Mu in his sock drawer. Having accomplished that, he joins Nora in the kitchen. She has her hair pulled back and up to keep it out of her way, and her face, while she bakes, revealing her long, slender neck. Liam takes a seat on a stool nearby and looks down towards her work.

“What are you making?”

“Corn flake wreaths.”

“With the little red cinnamon things on them?” Liam asks and she nods. “One of my favorites.”

“I may pay attention to certain things, you know?”

“When are the Doomsday Twins getting in?”

“Any second now…”

“No!” Liam proclaims to the heavens, like Captain Kirk yelling “Khan” or Darth Vader yelling… well, yelling “no.”

Nora turns to face him. “And please don’t call them the Doomsday Twins. They’re nice girls.”

“I’ve known them since I was twelve. I know better than that.” Liam thinks of the torment of two-against-one and tries to change the subject. “Is Richard in town?”

“He’ll be back in two days. He’s in Detroit.” Nora says “Detroit” like it’s some wonderful faraway land full of magic and possibility. For Richard, it’s merely a land of judgment-free steak eating.

Liam does a smell check. “I should probably catch a shower before the twins take over the bathroom.”

“Probably.” Nora says, but as Liam steps away, she adds, “It’s good to have you home.”

Liam walks back and hugs his mother. “It’s good to be home.”

“Now go shower, Stinky.”

“Sure, I can’t call them the Doomsday Twins, but you can call me Stinky.”

“Consider it a mother’s privilege.”

When Liam is mid-toweling, post-shower, the door swings inward towards him. “Moooom!” he shouts, doing his best to cover up as much of himself as possible. When he looks up, he doesn’t see his mom, but his stepsister Mia. She’s frozen like a deer in headlights, outwardly at least.

“Mia!” he shouts at her.

She blinks once, then twice, and then finally seems to become aware of exactly where she is. Liam sees that exact moment the realization dawns on her, because her face turns beet red. “OmigodI’msosorry,” comes out of her mouth like one big word as she trips, falling to the ground trying to extricate herself from the situation.

Liam wraps the towel snug around his waist. He looks down from the doorway and asks, “You okay?”

“Yeah…” Mia says, a bit strained. She continues to catch an eyeful until Liam closes the door on her.

A fully dressed Liam finds Mia and Sophia helping his mom frost cookies in the kitchen. Mia’s face hasn’t gotten any less red since he last saw her.

“Hi, baby brother,” Sophia says with a small wave.

“We’re the same age,” is Liam’s slightly peevish and typical response.

“Actually, we’re a month older,” Mia chimes in, on autopilot, but when Liam looks at her, she can’t bear to maintain eye contact.

“And you still don’t know how to knock,” Liam says causing Mia to take a quick deep breath.

Sophia raises an eyebrow, regarding the pair and doing the math. “Sounds like someone doesn’t know how to lock. To me, at least, as an impartial observer.”

The entire kitchen breaks into laughter.

Mia, in a laughing fit, flings some frosting onto Liam’s face. This only causes the laughter to increase.

“Oh, it’s so nice to have all of my kids home,” Nora says, looping arms around Sophia and Mia and bring them both in for a hug.

The display of affection gives Liam a chance to really appraise the trio of women. Sophia and Mia are both a good head shorter than his tall, slender mother, but the pair are also graced by a couple of curves more than her. Whereas Nora is fair skinned with dirty blonde hair, the twins have more Mediterranean looks, with dark hair and olive skin, courtesy of their mother.

“Okay. These cookies are as done as they’re going to get. Who wants pizza? My treat.”

Mia makes an excuse to not go, saying she’s not feeling well. Liam assumes she’s just embarrassed from earlier and supports her decision to stay home even when Nora and Sophia continually press her to join.

As soon as the car leaves the driveway, Mia walks into Liam’s room. Mia remembers Liam kept “girly mags” in his sock drawer from the age of fourteen until… well, until he went to college. She wonders if he has anything secreted away in there now to provide some insight on what he’s looking for in a girl. She’d really like to know so much so that she can’t help but wonder aloud, “What is he into now...?” as she dives into the sock drawer. Some minor shuffling reveals the sacred book of Phi Iota Mu. She hefts it out and tries to gently set it down atop the dresser.

“Oh! What is this?”

She runs a hand over the cover and gets a brief charge.

She steps back.

“It’s just static shock, Mia,” she tells herself. “Nothing at all, really. Oh? Then why are you talking to yourself?”

She laughs off the momentary scare from the shock and opens the sacred book of Phi Iota Mu. When her gaze falls upon the page, she’s mysteriously compelled to read it aloud. “The Villainess. You’re a healthy combination of a narcissist with a total absence of a moral compass. You get what you want, when you want it, and you don’t care how or even if someone gets hurt. Your will is indomitable. Your needs are paramount. The world is only here to serve and please you.”

Weirded out, she immediately closes the book and feels the air momentarily sucked out of Liam’s room. She places the book back in the drawer, doing her best to cover her tracks, then secrets herself back to her room.

Inside her room, she shivers. Not one of those “I’m cold” shivers, more the “someone’s walking on my grave” kind. She feels guilty for having gone into Liam’s room like that, like some kind of thief. She should just confess and tell him. Tell him that she’s interested and see if he’s interested in her. He probably just thinks of her as his sister even though they’re not really. Not any real way.

But she wants him and that matters.

She shivers again.

She wants him and that’s all that matters.

Another shiver.

All that matters is what she wants.

She can’t believe those two bitches Nora and Sophia removed him from her presence. That was unacceptable. There are repercussions for anyone going against Mia. They would have to pay. Something inside her knows she’s been changed by the book, but she feels better, stronger for it. The book would decide their fates much like it decided hers. That would be just. That would be their punishment.

An entirely different Mia ambles into Liam’s room. This one feels no guilt, only purpose. She stands taller than the Mia of an hour ago. Her smile is playful, but in a “cat looking down on a mouse” sort of way. Her clothes are black. All of her clothes are now black. She retrieves the book and takes it back to her room with her. She waits for her family’s return, impatiently finger tapping on the sacred Book of Phi Iota Mu.

Nora enters the house first. “Mia?” she calls out. “Mia, we brought pizza!”

Liam chimes in. “That’s a tongue twister. Say that five times fast.”

He laughs.

Sophia doesn’t. She thinks Liam’s annoying. She honestly doesn’t know what Mia’s fascination is. Mia told Sophia, of course, but she’d already figured it out. She played along, nodded when appropriate and took the vow of secrecy when Mia demanded it. Basically, she just wanted to stay out of it. No good could come from her infatuation.

“Mom! I’m up in my room!” Mia calls down.

“Come down for pizza!” Nora calls up the stairs.

“Could you come see me first?” Mia asks.

Nora looks at Sophia and Liam, shrugs, then climbs up the steps.

When she enters Mia’s room, Mia sits on the edge of her bed. She wears a black latex catsuit, matching black three-inch high heels, and her makeup is severe.

“Um, Mia? What are you wearing?”

“This?” She says, placing the book alongside her on the bed before standing up. In the heels, she’s about the same height as Nora. “This is what I belong in. It’s made for me.” She runs her hands down the sides of her body. “I feel… good in it, but with no need to actually be… good.”

Nora backs away, towards the door. “Are you okay?”

“Okay? I’m better than measly okay. I’m great. I have some reading material that I am sure will help you feel great, too.”

Mia bends at her hips to grab the book, her skintight outfit showcasing her ass as she does so. She can feel it make her “mother” uncomfortable and revels in that power over her.

Nora is backed up against the wall when Mia thrusts the book into her hands. It feels unnaturally warm. “Go on,” Mia says, “pick a page. Any page.”

It’s odd. She doesn’t know what’s going on, her stepdaughter Mia is acting like some kind of… she couldn’t even hazard a guess. Nothing about the situation makes sense to her, but she’s oddly compelled to open this book now that she holds it in her hands. She opens to a random page, then reads aloud, “The Exhibitionist. Your body is a temple and everyone is invited. Your one true joy is found in the gaze of others on your skin. Your approach to clothes is ‘as minimal as you can get away with.’ You’ve got it, you flaunt it, and you get warm just thinking about someone, anyone, seeing you. The more eyes, the merrier.”

“Well, well, well. Won’t that be a nice change around here.” Mia says, grinning. “A nice change in scenery.”

Mia takes the book from her stunned stepmom, who can only manage a simple “um” before she slowly, mindlessly leaves the room.

When Nora passes Liam in hallway and he says “Mom?”, she simply replies, “Room…”, her mind awash with foreign thoughts increasingly finding more secure purchase. She goes into her room and closes the door behind her.

Liam passes Mia’s room. He sees her face in the doorway, but she looks different. He can’t quite put his finger on it exactly. Just… different. Liam swears he hears her whisper “soon” before that door also closes.

Nora feels like she’s boiling in her bed, tossing, turning, and unable to rest. She loses her covers first, trying to sleep atop them. When that doesn’t work, she sheds her pajamas, leaving her only in panties. The cool air on her body finally starts to bring much-needed relief. She’s sweaty though and thirsty from the loss of water. She exits her bedroom and walks downstairs to the kitchen. She fills a glass with ice, then water, drains that, and repeats the process to walk back upstairs with a full, cold glass.

She nearly bumps into Sophia coming out of the bathroom.

“Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“Why aren’t you wearing clothes?”

Nora looks down and realizes that she’s just walked around her entire house in just a small thong. Her ass on view. Her breasts on view. Everything but her pussy basically on view. A shiver runs through her body. A realization cools her down. The realization that she needs to display as much of her body as possible at all times.

She looks at Sophia, whose mouth is still open in shock. “Nothing you haven’t seen before, Sophia.”

She strolls back to her room, glancing over her shoulder when she gets to her door to see if Sophia is still watching.

She is.

Nora loves that she is.

Inside the master bedroom, Nora steps out of her thong and walks to her private bathroom.

She catches sight of herself in the large mirror above the sink. The only thing hot at that moment is her pussy. It’s not just hot, it’s hot and needy. She rubs it, never breaking eye contact until well after her orgasm washes through her. All eyes looking at her form turn her on, even her own. That’s why her wardrobe is comprised of barely there, barely legal outfits. Underwear to be worn only when absolutely necessary. The sheerer the material, the better. Anything to show skin and get attention, the main driving force in her life.

Liam is the first one down to the kitchen for breakfast the next morning, still on his college wakeup schedule. He’s halfway through his bowl of cereal when he hears footsteps on the stairs. They stop. He hears a breathy Mia say, “Looking good, mother,” and some sort of groan in response.

Mia rounds the corner into the kitchen. In the light of day, Liam can now put his finger on what looks different about Mia—and that’s basically everything. She has black, tight, almost painted-on pants and a corset that lifts and presents her breasts. Despite it being first thing in the morning, her dark makeup looks like something a more daring girl might go for before a night of raving.

Before he can even come to terms with Mia’s new look, his mom steps in behind her. She wears a sheer teddy and nothing else. When Liam looks down her body, he sees a clear outline of her perky breasts and noticeably erect nipples and the clear absence of panties.

Between the two of them, all he can think is that his mom and sister are, for some unknown reason, trying to play some very weird, very twisted prank on him. He shifts in his seat, uncomfortable with his growing erection and wonders if there’s some feminist lesson here that he’s missing.

Mia runs a hand gently across his arm as she spins around him to a seat at the table. “Brother,” she says with a dangerous smile.

Sophia comes bounding into the kitchen, coming to an abrupt stop when she sees Nora and Mia. She shares a “what the fuck” look with Liam. He’s half happy that she seems to not be toying with him at all and in equal measure disappointed that she hasn’t come down in her own sexy outfit as well.

“I’ll… be back…” Liam says, rushing up from the table, trying to hide his visibly hard excitement from the trio of women. He’s at the steps when he hears Mia call out to him, “I’ll be here.”

Sophia looks at Mia. “What are you wearing, M?”

“Clothes that suit me.”

“You planning on being a dominatrix today?”

Mia smiles. “If that suits me.”

“And what’s your story?” Sophia asks Nora.

“I’m hot,” Nora says, proudly.

“Then turn the heat down,” Sophia says with a sneer.

“I don’t think that will change how hot I am,” Nora says, striking a pose.

“You look like a harlot, Nora,” Sophia says pointedly.

Nora frowns in response.

“Nora, remember,” Mia chimes in, “you can’t spell harlot without hot.”

Nora, suddenly proud of her harlot-dom, defiantly puts her hands on her hips, sticking out her chest, and raising her already short teddy dangerously high.

“And… you’re not wearing underwear.” Sophia says, averting her gaze from her stepmother’s crotch. “You’re both being weird. I’m going to call dad.” Sophia exits the kitchen.

Nora looks worried. Mia lets her feel that torment for a moment before she stands up, says, “Don’t worry,” and marches after her twin. “I’ve hidden her phone.”

Sophia rifles through her room, searching. Mia stands in her doorway. Sophia turns and is momentarily shocked to see her sister standing there. “Have you seen my phone, M? It’s suddenly gone missing.”

“Missing… is subjective.”

Mia approaches her sister with what Sophia sees as “some large book-looking thing.”

“Touch and read, sister.”

Mia thrusts the Book of Phi Iota Mu into Sophia’s arms. She’s briefly stunned, but opens the book to a random page and reads, “The Heroine. A do-gooder and people pleaser, you believe right is more important than might, that good will triumph over evil, and many, many other clichés. Hardly a minute goes by when you’re not uttering a platitude. You just hope above hope that the wrong person doesn’t discover your specific weakness.”

“Interesting…” is Mia’s response to hearing this. She retrieves the book and exits, leaving a confused Sophia in her wake. “That will make things interesting…”

In the hallway, Mia presses her ear against Liam’s door and hears him grunt and groan as he pleasures himself. She hopes… no, she knows he’s thinking of her.

All of the pieces were falling into place.

She has power.

She has purpose.

Soon, she will have everything she wants.

Sophia’s midday dreams are equal parts weirdly surreal and vividly detailed. Mostly, she dreams of flying above a city only leaving her home in the clouds to fly down and protect the citizens below.

Sophia stretches herself awake, pleased with her dream, but immediately thereafter disturbed to find herself floating eight inches above her bed.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” she says, flailing about, unsure of what exactly to do. She closes her eyes, takes a couple deep breaths to calm herself, and finally feels her head make contact with her pillow. She decides to take a shower and try to put the weird continuation of her dream out of her mind. While showering, there are a few seconds when all of the water stops two inches away from her entire body. She freaks out, slips and falls, but instead of hitting the tub, her naked form floats above it. Somehow, she finds the will to lift herself up to a standing position using nothing but her mind. Toweling off, she sees that the Sophia in the mirror looks a little different than the one she remembers. Small refinements like clearer skin and complexion and perfectly white teeth are evident. Despite still being naked, she puts her fists on her hips and triumphantly sticks out her chest. She’s not sure why, but it just feels right. She takes a moment to admire herself before putting on her cornflower blue jumpsuit, leaping over the stairs, and striding into the living room.

“Still in your PJs, Sophia?” Liam says.

“What do you mean? What time is it?” Sophia asks.

“Four PM. You’ve slept half the day away.”

“But there’s still another half of a day left to make a difference!” Sophia proclaims excitedly, finger pointed at the ceiling.

Liam is unmoved. “Sure. Whatever you say.” Liam grumbles as he walks away towards the kitchen.

Mia speaks down on Sophia from the upper landing. “Looking good, sister. And by that, I mean sickeningly saccharine and sweet.”

“You did something, didn’t you? To me… To all of us…”

Mia walks and talks her way down the stairs, sauntering a bit for effect. “Not true. Not true at all. I haven’t done anything to Liam. Not yet, at least.”

Mia steps up, face to face with Sophia. Though fraternal, the twins had previously always had a shared striking resemblance, but at the present moment, they’ve never looked more different. Mia’s hair is wild, a bit crazy, while Sophia’s dark brown is straight and perfect, not a stray hair to be found. Mia’s black bustier showcases her breasts, displaying them like a massive rack, and nearly low enough to show just a hint of areola. Her latex leggings leave nothing to the imagination on her front or backside. Sophia’s light blue jumper shows off her now-toned arms, her olive skin in lovely contrast, but doesn’t do much to expose much else. Mia now looks down on the world like everything’s beneath her. Sophia’s face is that of constant generosity, optimism, and enthusiasm.

“I’ll stop you, you know? That’s my role now,” Sophia says.

“Not if I figure out your weakness first,” Mia replies. “So, you know, game on, sis!”

To hammer her point home, Mia takes her right pointer and taps Sophia’s nose with it. “Boop.”

Mia makes her way toward the door. She grips the handle in her hand and turns back to her sister. “But for now, toodles.”

The last thing Sophia sees before her exit is the book. It all comes back to her. The book is responsible for everything. It’s probably even responsible for the changes to Mia. If she can get ahold of the book, if she can examine it or translate it or whatever, Sophia thinks, she can get to the bottom of it and maybe right everything that’s gone wrong.