The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Professor Sinaat’s psychology class was discussing “free will”. Several students had maintained that there was no such thing, but Judith Kodayama had disagreed. The Professor had shown them a film of lab rats who would press a lever thousands of times in order to get their pleasure centres stimulated. The rats would even forgo food for pleasure. But Judith had argued, unconvincingly, that the rats were exercising free will, or at least the rat-like analogue of free will.

The discussion had touched on the Controllers. For weeks the Police had been warning of them. The Controllers were thought to be a secret society or conspiracy of people who had some sort of uncanny ability to subject normal people to their control. There seemed to be no hard evidence of their existence—no witness would admit to being under their control—but there was growing circumstantial evidence. The Government was saying nothing, and the tabloids were printing hysterical headlines. Professor Sinaat had been sceptical. “Free will is what distinguishes us from those rats,” he said. The so-called controllers may be highly persuasive or charismatic individuals, but no-one can alter your will against your will. The idea is paradoxical, and therefore false.”

Nevertheless, one member of the class was evidently worried. Karen Little was Judith’s best friend. They shared rooms in one of the halls of residence. “Judy,” said Karen as they were walking back after class, “I’ve been assigned Alan Tallbridge as my dissertation adviser. I’m supposed to go meet with him this evening at his house.”

Professor Tallbridge had a reputation on campus. Students said that he had cut a swathe through the female student body, sleeping with (and then discarding) some of the prettiest girls on campus. Of course this was in violation of the Ethical Standards for Faculty, but none of the girls would ever admit it, and he had never been caught in a scandal. Karen and Judith both loathed him as an example of Everything That Was Wrong With Men.

“So what’s the problem?” replied Judith. “Just don’t let him try anything. It’s not like you would want him to.”

This was true. Judith and Karen had one thing in common that cemented their friendship: they didn’t like men. Judith had had several intense romances during her first two years at university—at least she thought they were romances—but in each case the boy had dumped her after he had his physical fill of her. She had sworn off men as perfidious, cruel bastards, and had not dated in a year. She refused to augment her pretty face and good figure, choosing to wear baggy shirts and loose skirts or trousers, eschewing makeup.

Karen, by contrast, took a good deal of care about her appearance. The yellow of her hair showed as streaks in a dark blue rinse. She affected a neo-Goth style, with heavy black mascara and eye shadow, black lipstick, and torn black leather and denim clothes. There were three small silver rings in her left nostril. Every Saturday night, Karen would go out to a noisy club or bar, and pick up a boy. She would bring him back to her room (adjacent to Judith’s), where Judith, alone in bed, would hear Karen’s headboard banging against the wall for an hour or two. Then Karen would kick her hook-up out onto the street to find his own drunken way back home. It was never the same boy twice. “Screw them and shaft them” was her motto.

“There’s this rumour,” said Karen. “Ellie Chang told me that she heard that Professor Tallbridge is a… a Controller. She said that Marie Cummings—that actress girl—dumped her boyfriend and just moons around after Prof Tallbridge all the time. It’s like she’s obsessed. A little weird. And she won’t talk about it.”

“I know Marie! We were in the same hall first year. She’s really sensible. That doesn’t sound like her at all.”

“I know. I mean, it’s kind of an absurd rumour. But still… I was going to ask you, would you come over to his house with me tonight?”

And so it was that Judith and Karen walked together along a leafy street that evening, a little way off-campus, to the Professor’s house. It was a small but pretty detached brick house, with a long paved walk up from the street. “Just wait here for me. If I’m not out in half an hour, I don’t know, call for Van Helsing!” giggled Karen. She went up to the door, knocked, and was admitted.

Judith waited. She stood under a large sycamore tree on the front lawn, shaded from the streetlight. Then she sat on the grass for a while, but it was damp. There was no sound from the house. After a long while she decided to investigate, for lack of anything else to do. She crept around to the side of the house. An open window gave her a view of a large book-lined study.

She saw Karen and Alan Tallbridge standing in the middle of the room, kissing. As she watched, Alan’s hand came up and began unbuttoning Karen’s black denim blouse. Alan kept one arm tight around her waist, and he slid the other hand into Karen’s blouse and cupped her breast. Karen seemed to shudder a bit, and pressed tighter against him. Alan pushed the impassioned girl’s blouse from her shoulders. He fumbled for a moment with the clasp of her bra, and then Karen reached back and undid the clasp herself. Alan pulled, and the bra slid from Karen’s arms. Her breasts were heavy and white, the small pink nipples rigid with excitement. Stunned, Judith stared as Alan slid his mouth down Karen’s neck and chest to one breast. He sucked on the nipple, and Karen moaned and clutched his head, holding him to her.

Judith was astounded. Karen didn’t really like boys, and certainly didn’t like Alan; why was she behaving like this? She wondered if Karen realised that Judith was watching. Would Karen mind her watching? But it was obvious that Karen was far beyond thinking about Judith. Karen was on her knees in front of Alan, unzipping his trousers. She pulled the denim down, and Alan’s rigid member sprang out. Tenderly Karen stroked it with her fingers, and then leaned forward and ran her tongue down its sensitive underside. Alan exhaled sharply, and pushed his fingers through Karen’s yellow-and-blue hair as she took him into her mouth.

Judith couldn’t take her eyes off the scene. She had never watched another couple before. Eyes closed, Karen slid her mouth up and down the rigid rod, up and down, as her fingers played with his balls. With her other hand she reached between Alan’s legs—Alan moaned and leaned on a chair for support—and she pressed the tip of one finger against his anus. Karen’s breasts swayed as she worked Alan.

With a loud gasp, Alan’s arched his body back against the chair. Karen pulled her mouth away and seized his rod in her fist, quickly pumping the loose skin up and down. Globs of white liquid shot from the tip, clinging to Karen’s face and running down to her mouth. She greedily licked her lips, then leaned forward to circle her tongue around and around the slippery helmet. Alan groaned.

Judith’s nerve broke, and she ran. She didn’t stop until she had reached home. Anxiously she waited for Karen’s return, and finally, exhausted, she slept.

Karen didn’t appear until the next afternoon. She looked very different. Evidently a hairdresser had washed out the Gothic blue rinse, and cut her hair into a styish short crop. The heavy dark makeup was replaced by pink lipgloss, blusher, and a bit of mascara. The rings were gone from her nose.

To Judith’s questions she only replied, “Oh, nothing happened. We talked about my thesis for a while, and then I left.”

“Karen, I saw you. I went with you, remember? You went into his house, and you… you didn’t come back until morning.”

Karen laughed. “It’s true. Everything has changed. I love Alan, and I want to keep seeing him.”

“But you loathed him. You said you’d never… Oh Karen, don’t you understand? He’s one of the Controllers. One of the people the police are hunting. He must be. How else could he change your mind like that?”

“A Controller?” Karen smiled at Judith. “Oh Judy, I can’t… I can’t talk to you about that. But it’s not like you imagine.”

“How do you know? Maybe he’s controlling you and you don’t know it!”

“Alan wouldn’t do something like that. We have a perfectly honest, open relationship. Judy, you don’t understand about the Controllers. They aren’t bad people. They want the best for us, for all humanity. All we have to do is follow them, and they’ll take care of us. They’ll fix the world. All the things wrong with it.”

“Oh my God! Oh, Karen! Can you hear yourself? It’s like you’ve been brainwashed! You never would have said those things before. He’s brainwashed you into thinking that the Controllers are … good!”

“Don’t be silly, Judy! I’ve decided this of my own… my own free will. I mean, I decided to give Alan’s ideas careful consideration, and now I agree with him. I see now that I was wrong all along, I was wilful and stupid. All he’s done is to help me understand how wrong I was. It’s so obvious to me now. We were talking about my term paper, and suddenly I realised that what I really wanted to do was kiss him. So I did! And then one thing led to another, and, well…” She laughed with delight. “Afterwards Alan explained things to me, and it made so much sense. And he told me about the Controllers—of course I can’t say whether he is one, but he knows all about them—and it’s all perfectly logical. So don’t worry about me being brainwashed or something. I promise you, I’m really, really only doing what I actually want to do!”

She walked to the door. She looked radiant with happiness. “Well, bye. I’d like to talk more, but I have to go. I’m going to buy some new clothes, a dress, something he’ll really like, and then I’m cooking dinner for him later.”

Karen walked off. Judith was frantic with worry. Karen had fallen under the influence of those evil people, and she didn’t even realise it. How could Judith rescue her? It was like Karen had joined a cult, the Hare Krishnas or something. Judith knew that there were people, de-programmers, who could cure you if you were brainwashed by a cult. But how could you find them?

Judith decided she needed to confide in someone else. Someone who would know what to do. Karen’s mother? No, she wouldn’t believe her. She might think that Judith was just some crazy jealous rival of Karen’s. What about… Professor Sinaat! He knew all about psychology, and he might be able to cure Karen himself, or he would know who could. She hurried across the campus to the Professor’s house.

Judith told her teacher what had happened to Karen, leaving out what she had seen through the window. “I understand your problem, Judith,” said Professor Sinaat. “Better than you think. You are afraid that Karen has fallen under this man’s spell, and that even though she says she is there of her own free will, she has actually been coerced or seduced.”

“Yes. She says it was her own decision, but how can a person voluntarily make such a radical change?”

“Well, that’s almost a metaphysical issue. If a person is conditioned properly, through pleasure rather than pain, one can hardly say they were forced to change. It certainly seems to Karen as though it was her own decision to cooperate with Alan. And yet, from your point of view, it may appear that she didn’t have much real choice. Alan is very powerful, and when he wants someone to cooperate with him, they invariably submit. I trained him, you see.”

There was a long pause.

“You... you’re one of them. The Controllers.” she said, a current of fear beginning to rise in her.

“Yes, I am. Of course that’s not what we call ourselves, but... I’m one of them.”

She was terrified. What could he do to her? Would he try to take her over? And how? Would she even know if it happened? Her friend Karen hadn’t known. Should she run, or was that cowardly? She stood up and took a few steps toward the door. In the confusion of thoughts in her mind, one came to the fore: Or maybe I should stay and face him down.

That suddenly seemed like a very good idea. She stopped. She looked at the door. I can go. Or I can stay. At the thought of staying, there was a feeling of correctness. That was obviously the best thing to do. But the danger…

She hesitated, unsure what to do. Should she turn around and sit down again?

That seemed like a very good idea.

Oh my God, she thought, he’s affecting my thoughts.

Then that seemed like a good idea, too.

She turned around and looked at him. He was relaxed in his chair, smiling nonchalantly.

He’s changing my thoughts (good.) She ran her tongue along her lips. I wanted to leave, but now I don’t. I want to stay (good). He’s making me want to stay (good). He’s changing me (good). Yes, I could stay here (good). Let things happen (good). Let him help me think differently (good). Think… properly (good). Let him change me (good). I should just sit down and let it happen (good).

She sat down. Neither of them said a word. He continued to watch her with mild amusement.

He’s reinforcing some of my thoughts (good). And he’s making me like it (good). Desire it (good!). He’s reading my thoughts, and selecting some, and making me feel good about them (good). And I like it. I want him to do it more (good).

It feels so good when I think good thoughts. He isn’t really forcing me to do anything. He’s just making it easy to choose to obey him (good). I could walk out that door right now. But I don’t want to (good). I want to stay(good). Stay and think correct thoughts (good). It’s an act of free will (good). To stay here, and let him direct me (good). I like being directed (good). It feels wonderful.

What would happen if I left right now? I think I would revert to the way I was, unhappy and confused. But I don’t want that to happen (good). I feel so happy now. Maybe I’ll become happy all the time, like Karen is (good). Tthe change will be permanent (good). I could help him make it permanent (good). By learning to think the right thoughts (good). I want that. Yes, think about following his direction (good). About becoming his servant (good). His slave (good!). About giving in completely (good).

She relaxed in the chair, gazing at him. She was floating in a gentle euphoria. This feels so good. I see why Karen was so happy. Karen didn’t understand what happened to her, but he’s letting me understand (good). If I think the right thoughts, he makes me happy. He’s conditioning me (good). Training me to think like a slave (good). A slave obeys without question. That’s what I want to do (good). It’s my own decision (good). He’s letting me choose. How clever of him. I have free will, and I’m deciding to surrender it (good). It makes perfect sense. I’ll learn to think the thoughts he wants (good). I won’t be able to think of escaping or disobeying or telling anyone. No, I won’t think of… those things (good!). Oh, that feels good, not to think of bad things. My whole mind will change (good). The change will go down deep into my subconscious (good). All my wishes and habits, maybe even my dreams will change to dreams about obedience (good). It will be irreversible (good). It’s such a deep conditioning, no one will ever be able to de-programme me (good).

His gaze roamed down her body. She felt a sudden wave of physical attraction. He’s a man, does he want to touch me? (good) Will he want to fuck me? (Good!.) Yes,I should let him (good). I’ll be his lover (good). His toy (good). His… sex slave (good!). She smiled at him, laughing softly. She imagined him naked (good) lying on top of her (good), while she kissed him (good) and wrapped her legs around him (good). I’ll let him fuck me (good). And I’ll enjoy it. I’ve never really liked sex, but he’ll make me enjoy it(good). He’ll make me feel… passion (good!). Even though I used to mistrust men. But he’ll help me love men (good?) Love him (good!) Give myself entirely to him (good). He can fuck me as much as he wants (good). And do other things to me (good). Will he want me to blow him (good)? And do me in the rear (good)? He can decide. I’ll do whatever he wants (good). I just want to please him (good).

She smiled. She felt a deep peace welling up within her. All her doubts were gone. It’s a natural process, the enslavement of women to men (good). And I’m just a silly woman (good). And he’s a wonderful masterful man (good). All I have to do is obey him, and he’ll take care of me (good).

She felt sexy and desirable. Maybe I should do something for him right now. Take my blouse off (good). Yes, that’s it. She began to unbutton the blouse. Should I show him my breasts (good)? Yes, evidently so. The blouse fell away. She unfastened the clasp and slipped off the bra. She was suddenly glad that her breasts were so round (good). Her nipples were stiff (good). He looked at them appreciatively (good!) She smiled with pleasure.

She had a thought that she should stand up and slip off her skirt (good). Was it his thought, or her own? She decided that it didn’t matter. It was a thought, so she would obey it (good). She stood up and reached for the zip. She turned away from him to slide it down, but she realised that she could feel the power of his attention. His mind seemed to be washing over her. Her thoughts were a reflection of his (good). It’s so obvious that he should control me (good). I don’t know why I never thought of it before. I was confused, but now everything is so clear. This is how Karen feels. It’s so good that Alan took her.

The skirt slid to the floor. Her knickers followed. She turned to face him. He looked her up and down with pleasure. What now? I want to please him (good). What would he like? She fell to her knees before him. She wanted to show him that she was his woman (good). His slave (good!) She leaned forward, touching her forehead to the floor (good). Then she brought herself up to his knees and began to unbutton his trousers. In moment she had pulled his cock out, rigid and hot in her hand. She stroked it with her fingertips for a moment (good) and then pressed her lips against it (good). Slowly she took it into her mouth (good!). She began to slide her lips up and down the shaft, while her fingers stroked his balls. (good) He sighed and slumped a bit in the chair. Oh it feels so good to do this—I’ve never been so excited… She felt her nipples grow so hard they were almost painful. Dampness started between her legs.

She stroked and sucked and fondled him until he groaned and his muscles begin to stiffen. Then he seized her shoulders and pushed her backwards, onto her back on the carpet. He fell on her (good). She was ecstatic with desire. Oh god let me get his clothes off—oh it feels so good his body against me—oh he’s up against me there, he wants to enter me - And then he was entering her (good!), and she felt herself floating, lifted up on a vast slow tide of pleasure. Her own identity, and space and time, and the events of the day dissolved in a happy confusion (good!). She felt like they were lifting off. He was sliding deeper and deeper inside her (good!), and she could only hang on to him like her limbs were wrapped around a red-hot iron (good!), and he was thrusting hard into her (good!), penetrating to her core (good!), and she dimly heard her own voice crying yes—my darling my dearest my love—oh god yes – master—I’m yours—do anything you want to me—oh god that’s the best fucking I’ve ever—oh oh oh ohhhhhhhhh….. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…