The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“...three, eyes open, wide awake.”

The man’s eyelids rose slowly, unwillingly at first, exposing his eyes back to the common reality. They opened wider as he blinked more and more, taking to the suggestion well. Like a newborn, his senses rose to a new world, only to have it seem more familiar as each second passed; his dried mouth and fuzzy vision a product of coming out of such a powerful sleep. His mind attached itself to the surroundings, identifying them as something he recognized. It wasn’t until the woman in front of him coming into view that he wondered how he could have missed her when first opening his eyes. His mind tried to identify her with a memory, but instead came up with a feeling about this woman—bewitching, bewildering, and trust. She truly was a radiant sight, with an easy-going, yet striking beauty. Certain parts of her seemed to have their own magnetic pull; eyes helplessly drawn to her alluring cleavage, smooth and shapely legs, and soft, yet powerful eyes. And she herself emitted a strange essence, one of power, influence, and control over it. Beautiful women have more or less affected him in the past, but this was the first time he genuinely felt speechless. Her soft voice became the one to break the silence.

“Are you awake?”

Hearing her talk was strangely euphoric. The way a wave of pleasure accompanied the sound of her voice as it traveled through his ears and into his body and brain was indescribable. Had this enchantress chose to lower her voice and add a touch of seduction, he’d be listening helplessly again. Again. From that word came a brief recollection of her voice using that seduction to whisper into his mind words that made him listen intently, and soon surely obey whatever she spoke.

“I...I’m not...I don’t know.”

A sympathetic smile crossed her features, an “I told you so” gleam in her eyes. “Not suggestible huh? Let me be totally honest with you when I say “you seriously underestimate yourself.”

“Hu-what do you mean sugges—” His thoughts halted looked in her direction and noticed the hypnosis book sitting on her side of the table. At the end of his table remained his engineering textbook. Were it not for not wanting to show too much weakness in her presence, he would’ve kicked himself. He could look around a room to observe thousands of books and not let it compute any further to deduct how he was in the library.

“Still getting your bearings I see. Don’t worry it’ll all come back to you soon. And I should apologize, all this talking and no introductions made. I’m usually better about these things. You may call me Isis.”

“You hypnotized me?”

Isis merely shrugged her shoulders. “It’s what I do, or at least what I seem to be very good at. You seemed to be very good at following me.” He was glad he was already sitting down. “So what, you just sat across from me here and zonked me out, just like that?”

“Quite the contrary,” Isis stated, matter-of-factly. “You sat down here across from me as I was reading my book. The cover must’ve caught your eye for you scoffed quietly, yet not subtle enough. I inquired if the noise you made was really directed at my books’ subject matter, and you certainly piqued my curiosity when you called hypnosis a ‘fictitious practice.’ From there, unbeknownst to your mind, I set out to disprove your claim. I freely admit the compulsion to do so comes when someone questions a well-documented and legitimate practice, as well as when I have the opportunity to demonstrate first hand.” She couldn’t help but toy with him a little. “And as suggestible as you proved to be, I’m more than happy to show someone something about themselves as profound as willingly accept and enjoy hypnotic trance. Though I’d certainly be careful; a hypnotist with lesser morals could’ve had a ball with your mind and maybe your body too, all at your expense. Your name for example; many hypnotists like to toy with a subjects’ amnesiac symptom to a deep trance. With a specific suggestion of forgetfulness, you’re likely to forget your name and rely on the hypnotist to retrieve it immediately for you. Isn’t that right, George?”

George! He hardly even realized he’d lost his name, but had he thought about it, she was right, he would have had to rely on her for getting his own name, barring the forethought to check his ID. It was her poking fun at his circumstance that made him deny her claim and stick up for himself.

“Look...Isis, I don’t need you trying to ‘faux’ convince me of being under some mental spell or something. The effects of missing a few nights sleep around finals can be the price you pay sometimes. Trust me, I can resist anyone’s supposed ‘hypnosis’, including yours. The fact that you were talking and then had to wake me up might suggest if nothing else, you can be boring.” George flinched slightly, thinking he was a little harsh with his last statement.

Her only response wasn’t what he expected. Maybe returning a harsh word or a book thrown at him, but not for Isis to position a chair in-front of George so he could watch her provocatively cross her legs. “If she could really open my mind like she says, could she have found out how sexy I think her feet are?” It didn’t help that her legs were covered in black, silky pantyhose and sexy white stiletto pumps; a style of dress he always loved to see on women, and one that seemed to decide which brain was going to receive more blood.

“Well, George, I’m sorry you feel that way. But the truth is, even good hypnotists like me with boring hypnosis inductions sometimes need to rely on focal points, distracting points that make it easier for understand some of the meaning between my words. The female form for example, most guys could agree on the level of distraction, of pure fascination a woman’s body can cause. It’s most interesting to watch a man’s mind empty of all rationale and reason when exposed to feminine plumage.” As Isis spoke, she began trailing a hand up and down the length of her hose-encased legs. She was confident that his eyes followed the motion, not even looking up to confirm it as she continued. “There’s a saying that the beat of men is often an unstoppable, natural constant. But that constant will always be set according to a woman’s rhythms and motions. I’m willing to bet your beat is very much in-sync with my hand as it travels up and down my leg.” She looked at his face, not surprised in the slightest to see a lost look. “You love to watch my hand as it gently trails up and down my leg, feeling the smooth pantyhose. You wish it were your hand there, feeling what you so obviously yearn to feel. If you’re a good boy for me, I’ll allow you to know that feeling. You want to feel that, don’t you?”

“Oh...oh yes Isis, yes.”

“Good, pleasing boy. You’ve unknowingly said those words I love to hear from a sub’s lips. It makes me feel so influential, and you so obedient whenever you say it. Right my boy?”

“Yes Isis.”

She gave a throaty laugh as she heard George moan her name when he said it. “Good boy, it feels so good to say that and follow my instructions. It feels like your hands are the ones rubbing up and down my beautiful legs. That silky tingle in your palms, it’s a magnificent feeling; it makes you yield to Isis even more.”

“Yes Isis,” he spoke without being asked. This was a treat for the both of them, with the unexpected benefit of being deep in the library stacks on a slow night; that helped to ensure they would most likely not be disturbed.

“Does this at all feel familiar to you George? As if you’ve been here before?”

“Yes Isis.”

“This is a dreamy, intoxicating place; a place of my creation.”

“Yes Isis.”

“I gave this place a name. Do you remember what it’s called George?”

The enchantress watched with a smile has he reached within his mind to the information she now allowed him access to.

“Yes Isis. You...called it...Deeper...”

Very good boy, you remembered it. This place is called Deeper. It’s certainly a name with a special meaning. Not only is it a title, but a prompting for telling you where you should go.” She waited for his mind to come up with the right answer.

“Deeper.”

“Where George?”

“Deeper.”

“Where?”

“Say it again.”

“Deeper.”

“Again.”

“Deeper.”

“Deeper?”

“Deeper.”

“Deeper?”

“Deeper.”

“Deeper?”

“Deeper.”

“How much deeper?”

“Deeper...deeper...deeper...deeper.” The repetitive speaking eliminated all thoughts from his mind as Isis successfully helped him to re-enter her world.

“Good boy. Welcome back to Deeper. Aren’t you so glad to be here with me again?”

“Yes Isis.” Isis loved these kinds of suggestions, where everything he could say would only make him obey ten times more than before.

“Kneel in front of me now. Do it slowly.”

George’s body slid from his chair, careful to do it slowly as he was instructed, so he could avoid a heavy impact on his knees that might interrupt his pleasant state of mind.

“Can you see me now, my pet? I’m still sitting with my legs crossed in front of you, but there’s no need to come any closer. The distance between us is closed. My feet are within arms reach, ready to be worshipped as soon as I say “Isis’ legs.” His minds eye projected perfectly what was described. Reality still had her legs about five feet out of arms reach, but her legs that fueled an unexposed fetish were in his face, and the blissful grin proved how much he wanted it this way. “Well my boy, ‘Isis’ legs’ are waiting...”

George moved carefully to use both hands to take each or both legs at a time and run his fingers in the same motion he had before. He looked as if he’d entered a leg-worshipping heaven; the imaginary legs were given attention by his lips and gentle licking. It was almost sweet to see him removing each stiletto heel so gently, as if her feet would be hurt if his motions were any quicker. It looked like he was trying to take a whole foot in his mouth. Isis couldn’t help but wonder how much potential George had. If he remained a good boy, her legs would be lavished by the same kind of treatment yet. But for now, she was interested to see the depths his trance could go.

“Stop, George. I know how wonderful it’s been, but you must do as I say. Obeying me will feel just as good.”

Sure enough, the smile that ceased from moving back to kneeling and being still again returned as it looked like a wave of relaxation flowed over him.

“You have been such a good boy for Isis. Our little interaction gives me high hopes for future talks. And I know you’ll enjoy them more as much as I do now. But for now, I want you to come up from trance now. Everything that happened up to me crossing my legs will remain deep with your mind, but finding yourself kneeling in front of me, you will be allowed to admit that hypnosis is legitimate after all. You’ll want to do that for me now, won’t you?”

“Yes Isis.”

“I so love that answer. Now be totally awake at the number 5, and start coming up with number 1, feel your mind rising back to your conscious surface. 2, be aware of control over your own body again, feeling the muscles. 3, eyes starting to open slowly. 4, take a deep breath, and let it bring you back to being here and now. And 5, wide awake.”

Speechlessness struck George again.

“How do you feel now?”