The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The setting sun was glaring through the little airplane window, so Amber, squinting, lowered the shade halfway. She was a pretty white girl in her early 20s, blonde, with a thin sweater stretched over generous breasts. Her seatmate had noticed them—noticed her beauty—but hadn’t been creepy about it, and she appreciated that. They were only an hour into their 4-hour flight, and she didn’t want to feel creeped out the whole time.

He seemed like a gentleman. Older man, with dusky skin and a trim white beard. Dr Suresh or something like that, he’d said, with just a hint of an accent, as he’d smiled and exchanged pleasantries before takeoff. She got a warm feeling from him—partly from his nice smile, partly from his rich, deep, soothing voice, but mostly from his eyes—they sparkled with warmth and mischief, and there seemed to be golden flecks in those kindly, chocolate-brown eyes.

The snacks and drinks trolley was coming down the aisle. She found she was really looking forward to that little packet of peanuts. She pulled down the little tray, moving her paperback to the empty seat beside her. How fun air travel was! And how cool that the flight wasn’t fully booked, so she had room to spread out. Dr Suresh had spread out too—he’d laid a small case on the seat between them when he first sat down. So that was nice—a shared space, but also a buffer.

She ordered her peanuts and a Diet Coke from the nice stewardess.

“There you go. And for you, sir?”

“A scotch and soda, please. Neat.”

“That’s all?”

“That is all. Thank you. Oh—a blanket, perhaps, when you have the chance.”

Amber leaned over, once the stewardess had moved on. “No peanuts? I think the peanuts are my favorite part. For some reason, peanuts on a plane just taste better than peanuts anywhere else!”

He chuckled in his throat, as she giggled. “This is true. Perhaps someone should do a study as to why. Me, I do not need them, for I bring my own snacks.” He patted the small sample case between them. “The finest chocolate bars no one has heard of—yet. New, from my company.”

“Wait—you make chocolate?? That’s awesome! What are you, Willy Wonka?” He laughed again at her little joke. She liked his laugh. “Wait a second, I thought you said earlier you were a scientist?”

“This is indeed true. I am a scientist,” he said, and his eyes twinkled. “There is a lot of science that goes into making good candy. Did you know this?”

He was already opening the case, so she decided he didn’t mind talking about it. “So what’s special about it?”

The bars were packaged more like an extra thick Hershey bar than a Snickers or 3 Musketeers—a dark-brown sleeve around a foil wrapper. The sleeve said “Chocolate Fog.”

“Our chocolate is made from a very special bean just recently discovered deep in the Amazon rainforest,” he said in his rich, melodic voice. “Its flavor is unlike any other kind of chocolate previously tasted outside of Peru. In our labs, it goes through a special process designed to enhance its unique properties, until we arrive at what I believe is the best chocolate bar ever created.”

He peeled open one end of one bar to show it was segmented. He broke off a chunk and held it out. “You will have a taste, and you will agree, yes?”

Well, how could she refuse free chocolate? She popped the thick square in her mouth, and her eyes lit up at the explosion of taste on her tongue. “Mmmm! It’s so rich, and ... nutty? But also there’s a softness, like ... almost a little nougat in there?”

“That is what gives it its ‘fog,’ I believe,” he murmured. “That airy quality.”

“It’s amazing!” she said, and drooled a little speaking around a mouthful of chocolate. “Could I ... Could I have a little more?”

“You may have the whole bar, dear lady,” he said, and the golden flecks in his eyes sparkled as he smiled. “I have plenty more ...”

Half an hour later, the plane interior was much darker. The sun had finished setting, and people were dozing, or watching movies with their headphones. Only a few overhead pinpoint lights lit up the interior gloom.

Amber had a tummy full of chocolate. She’d finished the bar in a surprisingly short time, and had been allowed to devour a second too. Now, she leaned back in her seat, feeling the gentle rocking of the plane and hearing its dull roar, and feeling ... lulled. Lulled into a repose.

Lull, lull, lull. What a funny word, she thought. Lol. Lull. Lulllllled ...

She looked over at Dr Suresh, with a dopey smile and lidded, glazed eyes. “Thasss so good ...” she whispered. “Bess chocklit ever ... It makes me, like, happy ...”

The chocolate taste coated the inside of her mouth. It felt like was coating her brain, too, which was sluggish. Thoughts were moving slowly through the rich, chocolatey fog in her head.

“I am very glad to hear that,” said her seatmate. “You look like you are enjoying it thoroughly.”

He raised his armrest and, moving his sample case and the blanket he’d gotten from the stewardess, slid into the seat beside her.

“I am always interested in learning more about the special properties of these special beans. So I do enjoy finding more test subjects. Tell me—and please be honest, this is for posterity—how do you feel?”

She giggled, quietly. “I feel ssoooo goooood ...” she whispered. “Like, rosy! Like no worries, no stress, all the tension I was feeling in my body that I didn’t even know I was carrying, has melted away! Like every cell in my body has gone on a happy lil vacation!!!”

“Well, that does sound delightful,” he said, making a few notes on a small pad.

“Whadid you ssay was in there?”

“A mild sedative to slow the limbs, dopamines and opioids that produce a gentle euphoria, similar to being pleasantly intoxicated. Some components of the bean that inhibit activity in the prefrontal cortex and make you highly suggestible, that we have ... enhanced. And of course some pretty damn good chocolate.”

He smiled, and his teeth seemed to shine in the dim light of the plane interior. She could see his eyes glittering, almost like a cat’s.

“... Huhh?” she slurred. There was a bit of chocolate-brown drool at one corner of her mouth. She seemed to be having trouble focusing on him.

“Now,” he went on. “Here’s my question. I know the chocolate makes you happy. Makes you dopey. And it sometimes can be addictive. What I don’t know is ...” And he leaned closer. “Does the chocolate make you horny?”

She blinked, and focused a little bit, looking deeply into his eyes. “H-horny?”

“Yes. You can feel it now, can’t you? You can feel the rich, melting pleasure coursing through you, from your tongue up to your brain, and down through your whole body ... Melting away your inhibitions, covering your objections with flavor and pleasure.” She was captivated by his eyes, dancing and sparkling. She hardly had to listen to his words. “The chocolate fog fills your whole body, making your nipples erect, yes? Your tummy tingle. Your arms and legs are like lead, heavy with the weight of their happiness, and your pussy ... oh, your pussy is singing, and buzzing, drinking in the rich, chocolatey heat. It’s getting so aroused, so needy. Why, if you think about it—and it is hard to think, isn’t it?—but if you think about it, you can feel your whole body, and all your mind, melting into your needy, foggy pussy. If only you could lift your arms, you would be desperate to pinch your nipples. Desperate to rub your clit. As it is, you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, around that heat, that aching need ... Isn’t that right? You’re squeezing right now, aren’t you?”

She couldn’t look away from his eyes. She could barely blink. Her eyes were watering. She nodded. Her whole body was consumed with hunger—no longer for chocolate, but for sex. For carnal pleasure. For cock. Yes! She needed to be filled with cock! That’s what she craved now!!

She whimpered, quietly, in that dozing, dark plane filled with unknowing passengers, staring into the eyes of her kindly seatmate.

He moved the blanket over her lap without breaking eye contact, and pressed his hand into her crotch under its cover. He raised her skirt and stroked a finger along the moist heat of her panties-covered mound. She moaned and twitched, her mouth falling open, staring into his eyes.

“Please ...” she whispered. “Please, I’m so horny ...”

“My only question,” he said, smiling directly into her eyes, “is whether you would have gotten so horny if I hadn’t suggested it. Did I implant that thought into your suggestible brain? Or does the chocolate actually make you horny by itself?”

He moved her panties aside, and stuck a finger deep into her wetness. Her eyes filled silently with gratitude, already dreaming how she wanted to spend the whole weekend with him, letting his fingers and his cock and his chocolate do everything he wanted to with her.

“Every time, I tell myself I’m going to just wait and see,” he went on, stroking her sex, already bringing her close to her first mind-breaking orgasm. “I won’t say a word, just observe. But every time ... well ... I can’t help it. I tell you how good your body feels. And it does.”

She grasped his strong arm in both her little hands, and gasped in ecstasy, trying to be as quiet as possible and mostly succeeding.

“Six times now, and every time, I ruin the experiment. I just can’t stop talking! It is a failing. I am a bad scientist.”

He grinned.

“But you forgive me ... Don’t you?”

And his eyes sparkled.