The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1. The Purchase

She hated the obscenity around which she had to pass in order to get to the fitting room. It was almost impossible to maintain her dignity and withhold her repugnance from the young saleslady or rather tramp as she followed her to the back rooms. The little, cute butt swaying from behind, barely covered by the short skirt should be outlawed. After a week, Karla had given in against her best moral senses to check out the spectacular sale on the a line of conservative, full length dresses that “Barely Anything,” a new trendy clothing store had going at the mall. She couldn’t believe the low prices, they were practically giving away these dresses for nothing, barely anything at all. She tried to avoid looking around her for most of the clothes racks were hung with lewd and wicked apparel items, scant tops and tight mini-dresses, sexy short shorts, devilish spiked heels, brief hot pants, sheer teddies, and revealing thongs. All slinky things that should be banished to hell. Karla shuddered. It was horrible. She could barely cover up her sneer and distaste, thinking crudely about the barely anything costs while at the same time disapproving of the slutty clothes that this shop was peddling. It reeked of travesty and degradation. All she wanted to do was get into the dressing room, try on the dress to make sure the dresses weren’t some sort remnant from some damaged stock that some manufacturer was trying to get rid of, and then pay the salesgirl and leave as fast as possible. If it weren’t for the upcoming church social, Karla wouldn’t have bothered, but she had wanted something new that was pretty and tasteful. Then last week she spotted almost dismissing it in the Sunday advertisement section, “Barely Anythings” sale on full length dresses and had to get up enough courage to be seen at such a scandalous place. The lure of the sale was ultimately too strong, the price just to good to be true, but she had to check it out. She might even buy two or three at these prices. But first she had to try one on be make sure there wasn’t anything underhanded in all this. The prices were too good to be true.

Karla was so intent on trying on the dress and getting out that she failed to notice the minor differences in the dressing room, the special door with its locking attachment for example or the fully enclosed room that seemed to muffle all the sounds from outside, all except for some indistinguishable Musak, playing some unknown catchy musical tune. She had quickly took off her blouse and skirt and held the new long dress up to examine its outline on her sleek profile still covered with a tasteful slip. Even in a dressing room one had to be discrete. Karla’s eyes glanced at the full length mirror that was conveniently placed in the room and made a cursory inventory. The dress seemed to be about the right length, maybe it could use a little hemming. The color looked good on her. But then as Karla continued looking at herself in the mirror, the more she found herself gazing into her image wondering more and more about . . . nothing? She continued looking at her body’s outline. She smiled, unconsciously, looking at her pretty decent figure. Then her ears seemed to picked up some rhythmic melody that fluttered through her mind. It was a very lulling tune. The more she looked at herself and listened, the more she felt dizzy with a strange form of euphoria. The suddenly her mind seemed to flicker in and out and her hands dropped the dress to the floor while she stood covered in her slip, bra and pantyhose staring dumbly at the mirror in front of her, her eyes glazed over. In her mind, she was trying to work out this puzzle of why she was still standing her. Shouldn’t she be doing something? More and more, her subconscious lapped up the delicious music that she could barely hear. Karla stood frozen for a what seemed a moment, a few minutes, she couldn’t tell. Then just before she regain control and consciousness, she felt a queasy shutter of pleasure as her eyes wandered briefly over her shapely body.

“My what was that?” Karla asked herself. She blinked her eyes, her mind coming back into focus. She bent to pick up the dress and try it on. Yet something didn’t seem right. The more she looked at the dress, the more dissatisfied she became. What’s the matter with it? Just a few minutes ago, it seemed perfect. Maybe it needed to be tucked in more at the waist to show her figure a bit more. She could sense her firm legs, hidden from view. She mildly felt dismay at her own body, covering it up as if it was something to be ashamed of. Suddenly she jumped at a sound behind her as she noticed the door to the dressing room crack open a bit and the voice of the young saleslady came through.

“Excuse more for bothering, but I found some other dresses and things you might like so I took a chance and brought them here for you. I hope you don’t mind. If you don’t like them, well no bother. Perhaps you could tell me what you want and I can look for something else?”

Karla was surprised at the interruption, but now that she thought about it, she was a little

relieved that maybe she wouldn’t have to get dressed again and look around for something else. Especially if she was already half naked and for some strange reason there WAS something about the dress that just didn’t seem to look right. So she grabbed the clothes from the delicate hand that was edging into the room and took the load from the girl. Maybe there might be something here. They seemed o.k. as she eyed them a little suspiciously, remembering that she wasn’t too impressed with the trashiness of the salesgirl.

“Well let’s see here.”

She was struck by clinginess of the material that the girl had brought her, it was mostly shining and sleek, very smooth, and tighter that she was used to. It was also a little brighter than she liked, brilliant red, deep black. And the bare shoulders, she wasn’t too sure about. Then there was the front V-cleavage was a little much too. But she tried it on anyway. It felt good and it did fit pretty well as the cloth seemed to flow over the figure, bringing more shape to her she thought as she ran her fingers over herself and down the sides, hips. The Karla soon found herself lost in the mirror again, looking deep into the tantalizing figure that reflected back at her. Part of her mind seemed to be listening to some far off music and melody. She couldn’t quite make out the lyrics, the inaudible words seemed soothing, compelling somehow. She really did like how the smooth soft skin reviewed by the sleeveless dress seemed to make her feel prettier. Her bare arms and shoulders seemed to beckon her impulses, making her heart race. Her breasts seemed to swell more and her waist seemed to be trimmer making her whole body more appealing. Karla knew she shouldn’t be thinking about such illicit and impractical things. She tried shaking her head to rid her of these strange, foreign thoughts. She should decide what to buy quickly and just get out of here right away. But her legs seemed stuck to the floor. She felt irritable and constricted. Something made her want to get out of the dress in a hurry, it just felt like she was strangling.

Maybe something else, she thought. One more item and then decide. Yes. Now what will it be? There was a nice pretty dress, a dazzling black and white number. By the time she had put it on, she noticed that the hem was much shorter than she was used to. In fact she almost turned away from the mirror and started to take it off. Oh yes much too short. It rose up above her knees by several inches, almost to mid-thigh. It made her feel so very strange. No. No. Something else. Karla picked up another dress and when she had put it on and looked at herself she almost fainted, it was even shorter. What was going on here? Am I going crazy? This was a slinky, black mini-dress. Never in her entire life had she ever worn anything as shocking as this. Her nice, smooth thighs were blatantly exposed and she felt, shuddering. “Oh God.” She felt moisture down there! She felt naked, as the cool her insinuated itself between her legs and crept up to her panties. Karla just stood and stared in shock at herself in the mirror. Her mind seemed to just shut down by the obscenity in the silver glass. Time seemed to faint in and out.

As she continued to stare, she almost cried out in disbelief. She look again more carefully, but it seemed that looking at her upper torso, there was nothing but the spaghetti straps of the mini-dress and the looking further down, her cleavage there were just the bare swellings of her breasts. “Oh my God! I’m braless!” What happened to my bra? What happened to my slip? She realized she could feel the coarse fabric rubbing against her ripe nipples, hardening at the touch. Then looking at her hand she saw the end of the on bra slips hanging limply and somehow her slip had found its way to the floor. As she turned around looking at her back, she saw objectively how the plunging, open back didn’t allow for a bra so her hands must of just taken it off automatically. And her slip was just on the floor, lying there. How did it get there she wondered dumbly. The vast amount of exposed bare back skin, made Karla shiver even more. It felt so sinful, so much of her own flesh available to been seen by her very own eyes. Her bare legs, shins, thighs, her bare sloping swells of her breasts. Her pantyhose was on the floor also! Something was definitely wrong. Karla was made dizzy by the whole grotesqueness of it all. She found herself sitting suddenly on the small ledge in the dressing room, as if all the energy had drained out of her. She sat stunned, bewildered and in shock at the sight of her slutty self. She knew that she needed to change and get of there quickly before anything more debaucherous occurred.

Karla caught herself staring at herself sitting provocatively, her mini-dress hiked up as she sat down. She could even see between her legs, the lighter panty outlines and she knew that she was wet down there. Her hand automatically went down to her lap, and tugged at the short hemline, her fingers brushing against her bare thigh, bringing a luscious sensual sensations from down below. Karla almost moaned at the titillating feeling. Again, Karla felt herself lose herself as she felt so tired and confused, her body leaned back against the wall, as her dazed eyes were held to the image in the mirror, her hands seeming to dance of their own accord, her legs seemed to ease further apart unconsciously, the dress spreading to accommodate the further exposure of her inner thighs and panties to the cool, moist air. She didn’t seem to have any will or conscious thought at the moment. It was almost as if she simply let go. As if in a dream, she felt her hands carressing her body, feeling over the swells of her breasts and rubbing against her inner thighs and over her panties and her hands pressed harder between her legs, bringing uncontrollable little sighs of ecstasy to her lips. Her body was trembling and shaking at the sensual pleasures that seemed to explode inside her warm, loose body.

She tried to resist the damnable sensations. But the feelings felt so good, so wet and hot. It was so hard to think. All she wanted to do was give in to these strange and wonderful feelings. Then it seemed as if there were words commanding her, music swelling, pulsating into her mind and she felt a terrible urge as her legs seemed to ease further apart, her dress hiking up near her waist while her straps seemed to fall off her shoulders, one hand softly rubbing one of her nipples. She head now shook, dangling and waving wildly, as she began to moan in surrender. Then she felt one of her hands press deeper against her wet panties, swelling her cunt, her hips pushing upwards against the stinging pleasure. Finally her dress fell over her shoulders and down around her waist baring her entire upper body, her nipples hard and heavy with urgency. A hot lust seemed to issue forth from deep between her legs as both hands eased down and began to explore the private netherlands below, her hips humping in rhythm to some irresistable, compelling music, her head thrashing wildly as she completely lost control as her fingers had to delve inside her panties and plunge inside her wet, awaiting pussy. Karla couldn’t help herself, as if a quiet voice was commanding her to give in, that it was futile to resist, that she felt so deliciously good, that the pleasure was good, that she was a hot, sexy lady, that she should play with herself and bring herself to an orgasm. This was crazy and insane, she shouted in her mind. She couldn’t be doing this horrible, wicked thing. But as the pulsating, lust permeated throughout her entire being, she felt herself being directed into the hot cauldron of sin, a lusty smile forcing its way onto her abandoned, perspiring face as her could hear her hands beating hastily against her cunt, her hips spreading apart willingly. She wanted to be bad, she had to make herself come. Her whole body seized up, her panting became louder and more ragged, grunting her pelvis humped against her plunging fingers grinding against her clitoris, her body twisting at the pleasure as her began gushing all over her hands, letting our a scream of delightful satisfaction at the sexual climax she was experiencing. That was so “fucking” good, she thought with bewildered horror and embarrassment.

As she became quiet, her arms flung loosely at her side, a queer smile forming on her face, her expression became slack as her gaze gravitated toward her image in the mirror and she sat passively listening intently to the almost silent music that sent subversive messages to her brain. As she rose, changed, and picked up her clothing samples, she left behind her panties and purchased several of the dresses without thought. By the time she returned home, Karla slowly began to come awake as if from a long stupor and began to recognize her surroundings. She remembered something about buying a dress and she looked down and saw her shopping bag. Yes she thought, she had decided to purchase that dress that was on sale. But she saw that there was more inside the bag. As she sat, she discovered laying her purchases on a table that she had also acquired several other items: A modestly tailored skirt and blouse and a something that might be called a white micro-mini and black hot pants and a slinky bright red teddy. Surely these last items would have to go back to the store for a refund. She couldn’t possibly wear any of these. She must have been tired or the saleslady must have been confused. Oh well, at least she was able to purchase this great evening dress for a steal.

2. Return

“Excuse Ma’am but I would like to return these items that I purchased yesterday. I don’t know why, but somehow I purchased these by mistake.” Karla had woken early in order to beat the crowds and had arrived back at the mall the next morning. She wanted to get all this out of the way and forgotten.

“Sure. No problem. Yes I see you have a sale slip. Here let me process a credit. Why don’t you look around. I’ll just be a minute with this.” The young petite girl, this time dressed in a dazzling, revealing abbreviated sailor outfit, that showed off her nice thighs, calves set off by high heels. The sway of the hips and tight ass butted out from the short skirt. Karla sighed looking a the girl. Somehow the obscenity was the lurid attraction and seductive power of such filth. She could feel its evil pull on her. She wanted to pull away when she saw the sign, but it was too late.

FREE DRESS SAMPLES!!! Try one, if you like it, you can have one. Limit one per customer.

Oh no! She knew that she already had enough. She had come yesterday and purchased her dress. That should be enough. But free samples. It must be some kind of mistake. The samples must be pretty horrible. What was the catch? Karla found herself wandering over to the display table and nonchalantly picked at the clothes, her fingers grazing the fabric. Then her hand found itself plucking at a neatly pressed, smart looking dress and jacket ensemble. It might be a little short, but not really distasteful. And free! She had to try it on but in case, just to be sure.

“Excuse me,” she blurted out to the salesgirl who was busy at the counter. “I’ll be right back. I just need to try this on.” And she started to the dressing rooms from yesterday. She quickly closed the door and turned back to the mirror to look at the dress she was holding up. It seemed o.k. As she began to take off her blouse, a faint pulsating tremor of pleasure shot through her body. It reminded her of something she felt yesterday and a brief smiled formed on her lips and then she quickly dismissed it. Then she took off her long skirt and again, very briefly a subtle feeling of stimulating comfort seemed to ripple through her. She shook her head at the strange memory and she found herself staring at her shapely form in the mirror, barely covered by her bra and panties. But she was determined to get on with the rest of her day and stepped into the dress and buttoned it up and put on the jacket. It looked at little tight around her torso, but the fit was good. The dress’s hem was just above the knee, flared out and loose. Her hips and waist line were well tucked in. The dress plunged somewhat to show off a bit cleavage down from her neckline. But the whole look was fine as she concentrated on her image. Her fingers playing with her buttons, feeling the fabric and outlines of the outfit, almost carressing. Her body swayed and turned, modeling, as she felt found her jacket and behind, feeling her butt down to her thighs and feeling the soft, sleek skin underneath the hem. Yes this outfit felt fine. For some reason she felt frisky. As she took off her jacket, she slowed down in unbuttoning her dress looking at herself, feeling her fingers undressing her and she felt the shiver of delight, her breathing becoming rapid. Her fingers lightly danced around her neck and between her breasts, stomach. Slowly, almost seductively she removed the dress, easing it off her shoulders, opening it up down to her navel, sliding out of it, and letting it drop to the floor.

Karla found herself sitting dumbly as her fingers moved by themselves while she continued to stare into the glass mirror before her, plucking at her bra straps and sliding them down off her shoulders and then automatically in a trance she reached behind and unhooked it, and then she held the bra in her fingers and removed it, sliding it around her body to expose her succulent mounds of breasts and tipped nipples. For several minutes she just sat, nakedly while her fingers mechanically lightly explored her bare breasts feeling them, making them hard and giving self-induced pleasure. The carefully, deliberately she dressed back into the free sample without her bra being sure to leave the top three unbuttons undone so that her precious mounds would have plenty of play, pressing out from her chest and revealing a nice deep cleavage. Again a surge of pleasure invaded her body as she shuddered with ecstasy, her eyes closing and her hand flung back as she stifled a groan of satisfaction. The sexual sensations were becoming a part of Karla’s psyche and she was becoming used to them, anticipating them, and looking forward to these titillating feelings. As she put on the jacket and looked at herself and increasingly exposed cleavage with a new found respect and attraction she gazed with a dazed smile of contemplation and dumb contentment not realizing that she was succumbing further and further to the strange urges and impulses that seem to beckon from within and beyond the dressing room. Everything seemed like a dream as she walked out of the store leaving behind her purse with the young salesgirl watching her latest victim exit the store, smiling with secret satisfaction.

By the time Karla returned home she found herself before her mirror in the bedroom gazing at her figure, her fingers dancing over her clothes and under her jacket, inspecting the feminine curves, fingering her partially exposed breasts and appreciating how attractive and sexy she looked and felt. Slowly as if waking up she looked at herself with growing shock and disbelief as she stared hard at the lewd scene of her braless dress. She quickly remembered that she had just walked out of the store and her purse! Oh no! She had left her purse there! What was going on? Was she losing her mind? Going crazy? Karla felt disorientated and afraid. She knew she needed her purse, her money, credits cards, and other private information was in it. She shuddered thinking that she would have to return, retrieve her purse, and then make a mad dash out of the store before anything else weird happened to her.

As if expecting her, the salesgirl beamed an expression of recognition when Karla arrived back at the store about two hours later and waved her to the dressing room almost as if she knew, Karla thought suspiciously. Something strange and perhaps sinister was going on here. Perhaps she should report it to somebody. But still she was unsure what it was that she’d report except that she had begun to have these strange feelings, sensations, urges. They’d lock her up. As Karla reached the dressing room and looked quickly around, she spotted her purse in the just the same place as she obviously put it. But then her eyes gravitated and locked onto a piece of apparel that lay just next to her purse. It was if she couldn’t take her eyes off of it. She tried to think about something else, something that she needed to do, but her eyes focused with curiosity and fascination at the shiny, delicate fabric draped over the bench. It was a very pretty and appealing sheer micro mini-dress in fabulous sinful black in sleeveless attire. Immediately her whole body felt aroused at the sight of it and she sensed the hardening of her breasts and a wetness that seemed to form down below. And now she felt suddenly irresistably sexy and nasty even though she could hear herself shouting to go, to leave. Karla stood frozen in indecision while her being became hot and heavy with increasing desire and want. She could almost feel the luxurious sleek feel of fabric against her skin, the revealing bare netting exposing her beautiful assets, the daring thrill of erotic abandonment that tickled her lurid imagination. Her body gravitated against her will closer to the scanty dress, her fingers grazing against it, reaching, pulling it up and pressing it against her face and body. She was hot. Almost as if compelled Karla found herself automatically dressing into the skimpy, revealing dress, her thighs almost exposed, the bottoms of her ass just hidden by the thin fabric of the netting of the dress which only served to shade her body, but suggest darken more private intimate details underneath. Her braless boobs, pushed out against the tight fabric highlighting her sensual assets with a deep plunging back and front, her entire arms bared, her sloping delicate shoulders exposed. Karla felt her cotton panties were now soaked with juices as she swooned with intense delight as she found herself dressed like a slut looking at this suddenly transfigured stranger in the mirror. She felt so good and lusty that she could only smile with profound seductive wanton acceptance at the licentious sight that reflected back at her. Her hands played hard and fast while she swayed in suggestive movements, pressing against her erotic zones bring cries of delight.

When she heard a sound behind her, she saw in the mirror the salesgirl open the dressing room door slightly and peek in with a shy, timid look.

“Excuse me, but I just wanted to check with you to see if everything was all right. I assumed you were here to pick up your purse. But oh! I see you’ve discovered one of our most popular dresses. Somebody must of have left it, perhaps the same person who informed me about your purse.” The girl’s eyes seemed to sparkle as they looked Karla over in her new, revealing look, examining and appreciating the more private details usually hidden in more conservative clothing.

Karla wanted to complain and run away with embarrassment at the intrusion, especially in her near naked state of dress. She had never been so humiliated, seen in such a disgusted manner of debauchery. But for some reason the intense moral objection, repulsion seemed to flutter about in confusion and disarray. Her body and mind her subjected to a multitude of conflicting feeling and desires. She was practically helpless to do anything but stammer with meaningless garbled phrases, unable to move her body posed and on display for this young girl who was obviously enjoying Karla’s unease. And unbidden, slowly, a burning sense of intrigue and beguiling enjoyment seemed to issue forth from somewhere inside her, as she found herself almost liking the illicit attention, making her even more aroused and urgently in need of release. As the girl left, Karla found herself impossibly in need to relieve the overpowering sexual urges that surged through her. Her fell to the bench as her hands tore at the top of her dress, pressing on down to her hardened breasts, her legs widened to accommodate one hand that sought to bring further direct stimulation to her waiting pussy. The brief dress now hiked up easily up to her waist, exposing her panty as Karla now began to masturbate in earnest. She pulled hard at her breasts and nipples, her body shaking, her head whipping wildly, as her grunted in animal

delight. Several fingers rubbed up and down her darkened panties, her pussy lips fully formed and frothing with need and feeling she peeled her panties down to her ankles, her knees stretched wide as she let her hands dig further into her cunt, making her clit hard and rigid with erotic shocks, her hips pushing up vigorously, her breasts flopping and shaking turgidly. She was a rabid animal, sexually in heat beyond rational thought designed only with sexual appetite and satiation of libidinous desire controlling her. The suddenly she exploded, crying out, almost standing up as the climatic come shot through her now salacious body.

As her body cooled down, Karla found herself sitting mostly naked again staring in an hypnotic daze at the mirror whirling silent message around her, one hand absently caressing her cunt. She seemed strangely submissive and obedient, awaiting her next commands. In a trance state, as if in deep dream, Karla thought she imagined the young salesgirl come back inside the dressing room. Even though, Karla thought that something was amiss, she couldn’t seem to get the complete thought straight and she sat helplessly still as she could only watch as the pretty young girl smiled and stood over her defenseless victim. Karla couldn’t move a muscle, as her entire body just slept in dazed slumber as the girl stepped over her legs onto her lap and sat right down on her as the girl began to explore the older woman’s bare flesh, causing frantic exciting sparks of urgent arousal to spread through her as the girl’s fingers rub and touched her naked shoulders, breasts and stomach, her hips grinding into her lap. The girl pulled off her blouse and with her naked body rubbed it against her, causing Karla to shudder with sexual delight, her eyes closing and her head falling back, groaning. The girl’s tongue plunged into her mouth and her hands began fingering her cunt making Karla go wild with pleasure as both women began to hump and rub each other like primitive hot animals in frenzied heat. Karla couldn’t think but could only feel the urgent lusty desire emanating from within herself as she abandoned her emotions and wishes to fulfilling the erotic craving that took control of her mental faculties. She had to perform this lewd, wick, nasty physical union and to push herself and release the sexual tension that was building up to irresistible proportions. She became an primal creative, humping wildly away, screaming, and crying out, kissing, pinching, grabbing, masterbating, fucking.

“Give it to me. Do me. Stick it in me! Fuck me!!!” She cried, her inhibitions gone. Karla couldn’t help herself, as the powerful subliminal commands took over all of her voluntary desires and thoughts. She was a slut, a dirty wild bitch in heat. She needed sex, she had to have sex. That’s all she could think about was satisfying this erotic hunger. The steamy mist rose between the two females, their naked bodies throbbing with abandon, wet perspiration dripping, slick wet fusion, hands stimulating erogenous zones, clits and pussy, crushing breasts. The sexual friction became faster, their screams louder as their shook and bounced together until they shot their juices and shimmied crazily in climatic splendor.

In her wet state, Karla remained practically hypnotized, continued to be conditioned through pleasure as she calmly received the soothing guiding words from the salesgirl as the girl redressed and inserted deep debilitating suggestions into Karla’s mind.

“You feel good. You feel wonderful. You will continue to want more. You are completely open to my voice because it feels so good. You cannot resist and will be a good slave for you cannot disobey. You do not want to disobey. You want to serve because you will continue to feel the pleasure.” The girl’s fingers played deeply into Karla’s soaked pussy bringing a burst of surrendering murmurs from her mouth as her whole body seized up in delicious orgasms. “Say, tell me that you are a slut, you need and want sex.”

“I . . . I . . .” Karla tried to regain her self-control, avoiding this total degradation of her soul, but the pummeling pleasure kept building, until all she could feel was the addictive, lust sweeping through her helpless body as it throbbed in gyrating motions. In a trance, Karla, obediently began to murmur, “Slut. Slut. I am . . . I am a slut.” Hot delicious pleasure oozed up through her wet cunt. “I need sex. I want sex.” She began to chant louder and louder along with her humping body as it rubbed against the young naked girl.

The girl continued her commands, “You will dress like a slut and act like a slut. You will be slutty. You will think about sex and willingly offer your body to sex.” The hypnotic suggestions continued in their mesmerizing pattern of sexual conditioning until all other thoughts in Karla’s mind were washed away.

3. Change