The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Believe it or not, it was almost another week until I returned to Hotties. Sure, I’d been dreaming about that hot session at the terrace, worshiping Katherine’s curvaceous colleague! I couldn’t wait to see those slender feet slapping on Lilly’s rubber sandals again… And yet days went by, me focused on my work, Katherine coming and going to and from university and the bar. Somehow, I wasn’t asking her for permission to return. Wait... Did I have to? I mean, it was a public place, as long as I paid for my meal there shouldn’t be any obstacles to go there, huh? I was being so shy about all things hypnosis-related with Katherine! Like, fearful of becoming obnoxious in my adoration of her. In fact, we hadn’t even talked about what had happened. Somehow, every time we were together, we ended up chatting about everything but this.

On these last days there had been no more morning gifts or surprises, either, so after a week my urges were going up again, I needed a break... I was thinking about sex and hypnosis again. I decided I’d go to Hotties on my own, not telling Katherine, to show some independence. Now I was feeling happy about my decision and spent some time choosing carefully what to wear, I mean casual attire but making sure I’d look my best. I didn’t want to disappoint Lilly, nor making Katherine look like she had one of those web-addicted, slipper-only-wearing nerds for a friend.

When I got in, the place was quite full. Katherine spotted me and came in a brisk run. “Oh Gene, you should’ve told me you were coming… Today is Friday, my tables are full”. I gazed around and sure enough, all of her tables were occupied. I turned my eyes at her, dumbfounded. “You’ll have to sit on Lilly’s side, she still has some room. I bet you won’t have a problem with that”. On saying this, she gave me a wink and a smile... the first notice that she still remembered that night on the terrace, with me wanking in front of a dazed, feet-offering Lilly. As I realized this, I could feel my face going crimson. Noticing this, Katherine laughed, always her young bratty innocent self, and pushed me in Lilly’s direction.

Kathie’s colleague was donning her usual uniform plus a pair of heel sandals; these were of the pointy, witch-like kind, with her toes covered but heel and ankle all bare, with no strap. As soon as Lilly saw me standing there, she smiled and greeted me. “Hi Gene! I guess you don’t have room on Kathie’s side” Come here”. I greeted her as casually as I could, while reminding myself of the fact that I’d never had a real conversation with this girl... I mean, nothing other than admitting that I was a foot freak asking for permission to jerk off. She probably remembered this too, because she motioned silently to a free table and handed me the menu, always with a polite smile.

While rambling around the pages, I watched Lilly waltzing between her tables, taking orders. She now seemed somehow more comfortable in her role, smiling openly to the customers, many of which were watching her bosom in awe as she bent forward to talk about tonight’s dish. I also noticed that she often stood on one foot, flexing one leg up and tapping her shoe against her sole, like she had been standing over them for hours. When she returned to my table, I seized the occasion to ask for the ribs I’d wanted the first day. “Good choice Gene” she said politely, and disappeared into the kitchen. Well, for once I wouldn’t be following Katherine’s suggestions.

Dinner was uneventful, other than the fact that I could watch freely what was going on around me. Somehow, I didn’t have a vivid memory of what I had seen a week ago, save for those graceful events that happened above the salon. Now I could see Katherine’s way of dealing with customers: she’d greet a new one, whisper in his ear while holding the menu against her chest, and watch the man blink slowly and nod. A minute later, she came with a plate of what looked like chicken soup. The person would then dip a spoon on it and eat slowly, gaze lost into nothingness. Most of her tables were like this: people alone, mostly men, both young and old. However, at the last table in her row there were two middle-aged women talking. I looked at them while savoring my ribs; they seemed just normal people, maybe university types, chatting about whatever. Just then, a black and white figure passed right in front of me leaving a trace of perfume; it was Lilly, taking some dishes to people in a crowded table. She winked at me on passing and I had to follow her trail with my eyes, noticing how her cute ass swished from side to side with each step. She seemed to behave in a slightly bolder way than last time, and wouldn’t flinch when some guy talked to her with his gaze fixed on her protruding tits, or if someone took her by the waist to throw a pick-up line at her. She just smiled warmly and then moved away. The guys just sighed in admiration. Seemingly, Lilly had learned something in the past few days.

When I looked at the back, Katherine was standing next to those two women’s table. The place was crowded and I couldn’t see well, the table was on a corner, almost invisible now that Katherine’s figure was blocking me out, but I think I saw one of the women with her head down, positioned like an old man that suddenly went asleep on his chair. I fixed on her short grey hair, waiting for her to look up, but she kept her position, like she was really unconscious. Then, Katherine took a step back and I could see the other one, who was staring at her, oblivious of her friend, just blinking slowly from time to time. Katherine, her back to me, seemed to be explaining something. Now the “sleeping” woman was blocked by Katherine’s dark figure. I noticed that from the waist on down, Katherine’s figure was almost indistinguishable from the natural darkness of the salon, which had just some low lights pending above the tables, like in a pool bar. I wondered what they could be chatting about.

“Hey...” A whisper in my ear made me jolt. Lilly was laughing beside me. “I didn’t want to scare you” she said, making me smile. Lilly had a beautiful grin, she seemed now much more relaxed than the first time we’d met. “You already finished your soup! Good boy”. I looked quizzically at her, the “good boy” part ringing bells in my hypno-fetishist head. But she gazed back at me just naturally, and I realized she was just being polite; maybe she was feeling she had some leverage over me because of what had happened last time, even if we wouldn’t talk about it. I reasoned that I was lucky she hadn’t taken those events in a bad way, and smiled back.

“Thanks, it was delicious”.

“And you drank your beer too! Well if you need to discharge, you know where the bathroom is” she said and winked. Then, not waiting for my answer, she turned around on one shoe while putting the other foot almost in my lap, and walked away. I wasn’t accustomed to this “new” Lilly, and my face was turning red for the second time. Was she, like, telling me it was OK for me to go wank off? Her tone, wink and the way she moved her legs and feet around me were too much to be just casual. She had to know she was pushing all my buttons. Or maybe I was a little bit obsessed, and seeing sex in every little thing she did on the job?

I was feeling my belly full, though, and stood up. While walking across the room, my head turned towards the table of those two women. They were alone now, having their dinner in silence. I couldn’t see much of their plates, but they seemed to be soup.

Katherine was sitting on a stool next to the cashier, idly tapping on her cellphone. She seemed assured that no one was about to call on her, and didn’t even look up when I passed her by. Glad that I had crossed the room almost unnoticed, I sped up, looking for the men’s door.

The place was bathed in stark white light and I felt it aggressively as I entered, stretching my eyelids to avoid it. The room was large was empty. I went into one of the cubicles and took a long piss, feeling my belly happily emptying while thinking of Lilly and her busy legs coming and going between the tables, her foot always floating up behind her every time she was bending forward over a table with her back to me.

It was one of those places where the toilet discharges automatically from time to time, be it time-wise, or triggered by some invisible cell. On mine, it started cleaning even before I finished. I felt the slightly rubbery consistence of my dick, shaking it back and forth before saving it back in my underwear. I knew that if I kept on doing that for about a minute, I’d most probably end up masturbating to my visions of Lilly. But just then, while my weak will was fighting the temptation, I heard someone entering the cubicle right next to mine on a rush. This man was breathing heavily and I could hear the brisk way he was unzipping his pants.

“Ohhhh” I heard him moan, and with the next phrase I froze:

“Katherine Anne is controlling my mind” the guy said in a thick, adult man’s voice.

Did he know I was there? Apparently not, because his sighs were getting heavier, and his phrase was repeating like a mantra, speeding up into a moan! All this time, I could hear the unmistakable flapping of his dick over his stomach.

“Katherine Anne is controlling my mind. Katherine Anne is controlling my mind… Ooohhhhh!”

Out of shame for the poor guy, I was frozen on my tracks, trying to pass unnoticed. With some dread, I heard some tiny drops falling into the toilet next to mine. The man’s sighs were becoming slower now. The guy was relaxing. A few moments later, I heard the usual noises: pants being pulled, zipping up and then belting up. “Phew!” the anonymous guy sighed for the last time, and went out. A moment later, I heard him washing his hands in the lavatory area.

I straightened up in silence while realizing the opportunity I had in my hands. I could let this faceless person go away, hidden in my cubicle, or else... I could try talk to him. Obviously, he was one of the customers on Katherine’s side. Had he been hypnotized by her on his first dinner there? Or maybe he knew her from the university? Were there others like him... like myself?

As precious seconds went by, I decided I had to confront this man. Surely two of us would make more out of all this. I walked out silently and tried to approach him casually, as I turned around the corner. There he was, drying up his hands beneath a noisy air dryer on the wall. He was a fat, middle aged bald man, that I recognized as one of the lonely men I had seen taking up their soup with a far-out look, just minutes before.

“Oh… Hi!” I said, trying to smile casually. I think he didn’t hear me, because when he saw me in the mirror, he almost jumped!

I put a hand in the air, trying to calm him down. “Don’t worry!” I said, and right then the dryer stopped and everything fell into silence. The man was looking at me with big, fearful eyes.

“Don’t worry” I repeated. “You know, I’m under her control too”.

His frown disappeared upon hearing this. He opened his mouth and let out a worrisome growl:

“Katherine Anne? You know her?”

“Yes, she hypnotized me many times. I guess you too”.

He looked down and nodded, still on the defensive.

“We shouldn’t be talking here” he pointed out. “Someone could hear us”.

“Is that a problem?” I said, trying to sound as natural as I could.

“Don’t know. We better not take chances. What’s your name?”

“Gene”.

“I’m Robert. Here, please have my card”. He put a hand inside his jacket and produced a small business card. Then he took out a pen and scribbled on it.

“I’m just passing through, I stay at this hotel” he said, giving me the card. “That’s the room number. Call me tomorrow and we’ll talk”.

“OK” I said, putting the card on my pocket without even looking at it. We gazed at each other.

“Well” he said, looking down again, embarrassed. “You better go out first. I’ll wait a minute in here”.

I nodded, then turned away and out the door. Instantly, the darkness and the noise took me into another world. Walking slowly in the dark, the event I’d just witnessed rolling again on my mind, I almost stepped into Katherine, still busy with her phone. Nobody seemed to care.

“Sorry!” I said, trying not to sound scared. She looked up and smiled, putting down her phone.

“Oops! Sorry, this thing can be a little addictive”. She was being the innocent girl of everyday and I couldn’t help but smile at her, another girl dependent on her phone like any antsy young adult.

“Yeah, I know” I blurted out.

She looked me in the eye. “Yeah, I guess you know! About addictions”. Then she winked, and I felt my face turning red for the third time that evening! She let out a big laugh.

“Sorry Gene, I didn’t want to make a pun at you. You really pick up all the hints! Are you having a good time? On the other side?” She blinked again. I looked across the room and saw Lilly donning her charms on yet another table.

“Yep. I’ll be going soon, though. Gotta work to do in the morning. Nice to see you anyway”.

“Same here”. As she talked, I felt someone passing behind me, brushing slightly against my back. I knew it had to be my “hypno mate”. I was getting nervous again.

“I’ll choose better the next time. The day, I mean. So we can chat” I told Katherine, to keep up conversation. She didn’t look past me, so I think I managed to keep her distracted.

“Sure thing, roommate! See you tomorrow. Don’t forget to pay Lilly for her services”. She winked again. I looked at her in doubt. “In currency, I mean” she added. I wanted to slap myself in the face now. She was covering her mouth with her hand, laughing. “Silly boy!” she said, “All that hypno-jazz is messing up your head!".

I nodded, in shame, and then started to walk back to my table, turning around to tell her: “I’ll leave her a good tip”. I sat and then gestured Lilly for the check. While waiting, I looked at Katherine’s tables on the other side of the room. Now I could see the man clearly, finishing his glass of wine, almost in front of my table but some twenty feet away. When our gazes crossed, he hurried to look down, like a child being caught.

“Hope you had a good evening” Lilly said suddenly, with a velvet voice, putting the bill in front of my eyes. She was bending over the table and I felt like I could fall into those boobs, that filled her uniform dress so nicely.

“I sure did. You are very beautiful” I said, looking at her in the eyes while handing her my credit card.

“Thank you! Do you like my shoes?” She stood up in front of me and I knew I was supposed to look at her feet. There they were, one leg put over the other, white, authoritative heel towering over her medium-sized shoe heel. The shoe was black but shiny, and like I said, ended in a pointy triangle covering the toes and the ball of her sole, the only parts of her feet hidden from view.

“Someone told me I look like a witch” she said, and I had to look up at her out of education. In the dim light, I couldn’t point out if she was looking slightly proud or slightly worried. That is, was she teasing me, or waiting for an honest answer?

“I’m sure he meant it in a good way” I offered, but my low voice made evident I had been more than distracted by those peds.

“You’re nice” she smiled warmly. “Hope to see you again”. I think I saw something more than pure politeness in that line. But then, I guess I could be biased.

The next day I got up early, but Katherine seemed to have gone away already. I paused at her door and tried to hear something through, but there was just silence. House was clear. I quickly dialed Robert’s number. After just one buzz, he picked the call. “I’m Gene, we met in the bathroom last night?” I said, hoping it didn’t sound too bizarre. I heard him gasp for air.

“Look, can you come downtown? I guess it’s safer” he said.

I agreed and he gave me directions. Twenty minutes later, I was entering a run-of-the-mill Howard Johnson and asking for Robert’s last name. The receptionist phoned his room, talked for a moment, and then motioned for me to go up. The elevator took me to the 10th floor and soon I was knocking on his door, bathed in the sunny light that came directly through the windows on one side of the corridor, with no buildings nearby blocking the view.

The man who answered the door was still half-dressed in a business suit, he motioned for me to get in and looked at both sides behind me, like I could have a “tail” and he was about to call Denzel Washington for the rescue. Once inside, I could see a nice breakfast for two served on a tray next to the double bed. I made a double take, thinking he was not alone.

“No no, don’t worry, I’m staying here alone. I ordered for two in case you needed to put somethin’ on your stomach”.

I thanked him and we sat on both sides of a small table, the tray between us, chatting and drinking coffee. We told each other our stories. Robert turned out to be a businessman from Michigan -quite far from my town- who happened to travel a lot. This covered his constant hunt for carnal pleasures, he told me; I understood he was quite wealthy and hypnosis was just one of his many fetishes. He used to go to some of those weird conventions that were flowering up all over the country, mostly about sex or something related. He even had been in an adult hypnosis-themed one, which caught my attention.

“I don’t remember much about that one, I reckon”. The guy seemed to me quite funny, talking matter-of-factually about his tastes. It was obvious he was relieved to have someone to talk to about this stuff. “A couple of ladies made me volunteer the first day, and then it was all a blur...” he smiled.

“But you didn’t meet Katherine at one of those, huh?”

“No… It was on YouTube, just like you. I don’t think she really like those. At least she never talked to me about them. But you know, I was searching for hypnosis on the channel and one day I discovered her vids. She really impressed me, she has stamina for someone so young, and I really liked her. So I started commenting on her clips, and one thing led to another...”

“She tricked you onto a private chat” I suggested.

“Tricked? Oh you’re joking mate” he laughed. “I begged her to hypnotize me on private! It was only after I offered to pay her that she said yes. Which also made her more attractive you know... I was treated by some findoms before and like that stuff too. Basically, whatever makes them step above me is a turn-on”.

“Katherine is a findom?” I said, surprised.

“Well, I wouldn’t say that she’s that per se. She really is interested in the therapeutic side of hypnosis, and on theater and magic tricks. But when she… let’s say, learned that I was able to spend some on her, she really got into it. Which I appreciate, because it made me get closer to her. I don’t think she really wants to be a domme, she’s just enjoying the money she can get from it”.

“Which you willingly handle her” I said, trying to certify this.

“Oh yeah boy, that’s for sure. I have money! I don’t have many things to spend into. So it’s a perfect marriage I guess! Not that we’re married of course… I only see her from time to time. I have to say she’s got into me, though. Most nights I go to bed thinking of her”.

“I see. Well, that happens to me too. In fact, I...” I was about to confess to him that Katherine was staying at my apartment -actually savoring the leverage this fact could give me over him- when his cellphone rang. Robert instantly turned around to pick it up. His face went white.

“It’s her! She followed you. Oh God”.

“No Robert, don’t worry. She’s just calling...”

“It’s better for you to go away. Our talks can get very… private. Let’s keep with this at another time”. And with no further ado, he sat on the bed ignoring me and took the call.

“Yeah? Yes, mistress. Yes, I’m in my hotel room”. He said this looking at the wall, as if I had gone already. I took this as my cue to leave. But just then, he turned my way and gazed at me for a moment. “No mistress, I’m alone”. His mouth then made a silent moan, like lamenting that he had to lie to her. Should I stay then? He was looking at the floor now.

Then, I saw Robert change completely. In a second, he was straightening up on the bed, moving slowly, the hand with the phone pressing against his ear, the other one falling into the mattress with a soft thud. Now Robert’s mouth was hanging open and his eyes were rolling up! Just like in a sci-fi movie. I stood there watching this, fixed into place. It was as if Katherine’s power was somehow grabbing me too, making me see how she took possession of Robert’s mind. His mouth was now talking in a much calmer tone.

“Katherine Anne is controlling my mind”.

He listened, motionless, while Katherine whispered into his ear.

“Madison shopping mall, yes... I’ll look it up”.

By now I understood he was no more aware of my presence in the room. I stood there motionless, fearful of making any sounds Katherine could hear.

“Yes, three o’clock mistress”.

Wow! It was obvious Katherine was taking Robert on a shopping spree. Now it seemed she was triggering something as way of a response.

“I am the slave of my mistress. Katherine Anne is controlling my mind. I am the slave of my mistress. Katherine Anne is controlling my mind...”

I was so enthralled on Robert’s chant of surrender that suddenly, I noticed that he had been grabbing his cock through his pants for some time, with his other hand. Slowly, he let himself fall to the floor on his knees.

“I am the slave of my mistress” he continued, now busy opening his zip. I took that as my cue and left the room panickly, and as silently as I could.