The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Brad waited on the bench outside his dorm. He checked his phone. Twelve-fifteen. Lorelei was late, and she hadn’t texted.

Brad allowed himself to relax a bit. He adored Lorelei. The spell she put on him, delivered by her enchanted lips, ensured that he would eagerly do whatever she commanded. Even take her home to meet his parents, where Lorelei would wreak her magic on his hedge fund father.

Hopefully, something came up, or maybe she just forgot. If she didn’t show, whatever the reason, then his dad was saf—

A car engine roared. The roar of a 5.7-liter HEMI V8 to be specific. Brad’s 2023 Sarge Green Dodge Challenger raced down the street, then screeched to a halt at the curb in front of Brad.

Lorelei stepped out of the car. A white fitted t-shirt and jean shorts showed off her improbable curves. Gold jewelry adorned her fingers, wrists, and ankles. The straps of her sandals looped up her tanned legs. She ignored Brad, not even looking in his direction.

Derek, the Captain of the Lacrosse Team, emerged from the passenger side. He jogged around the car and kissed Lorelei.

As Brad watched the two wrap their arms around each other, the pressure built inside his pants.

Lorelei broke the embrace and traced a finger across Derek’s chest. “I’ll call you later.”

Derek grinned and walked away.

Brad was a jumble of emotions. He loved Lorelei. More intensely than he had ever loved any girl. He knew it was her spell, but it didn’t make it feel any less real. In fact, it made it more real.

But the way she casually kissed another guy—Derek, of all people—in front of him made him feel weak, small, and humiliated. It wasn’t like she was his girl. No girl as hot as Lorelei would ever go out with him. He was content to be used by her, actually thrilled by the prospect. But to have her flaunt her powers in front of him left him infuriated and helpless.

Lorelei looked at him, more like right through him. “What’s the matter, Brad? We both know that I can do whatever I want, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” She giggled. “Or maybe it makes you hot to see me with other guys?”

Brad squirmed, trying to hide the bulge in his pants.

“I’m kind of tired.” She tossed the car keys to him. “You drive. How far to your parents’ place?”

“About two and a half hours.”

“Good. Enough time for a little catnap. I want to be refreshed and fully awake when I meet your father.”

While he drove down the turnpike, Brad stole glances at Lorelei sleeping in her seat. Watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. Clearly, she wasn’t wearing a bra. He shifted his position, trying to get comfortable, his erection making that impossible. He knew it was a mistake to take Lorelei home, to let her meet his father. No, not just meet him. Lorelei would kiss him. Control him. Control his finances. Brad could see utter destruction in his father’s future. But he couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t say no to Lorelei. Her magic was too strong. Every time he tried to resist, he became weaker, while she grew more powerful.

The low fuel warning chimed. A rest area two miles ahead. This might be his last chance to sabotage Lorelei’s plans. His stomach churned at the thought of displeasing her.

“Why are we stopping?” Lorelei shook herself awake. Even after a nap, she couldn’t help but be stunning, her hair and make-up flawless.

“Need gas.” Brad eased the car off the highway and coasted to a stop next to the pumps. “Can I get you anything?”

“Considering how you can serve me? Good boy.” She thought for a moment. “A Tootsie Pop. Make it cherry.”

“Got it.” Brad stumbled out of the car. He needed to get away from Lorelei. Going into the store was the perfect diversion. He could call his parents, warn them off, save his dad’s fortune.

Inside, he grabbed a Tootsie Pop from the display. Thought again and made it two. Anything to make Lorelei happy. As Brad imagined her tearing away the wrapper, sucking on the sweet, gliding her tongue across it, the bulge in his pants grew.

He pushed Lorelei from his thoughts, paid for the gas and candy, then pulled out his phone. As the call went through, he constructed a plan. He’d tell his parents that he and Lorelei couldn’t make it. Hope they would change their plans and go out for dinner. Then when he arrived with Lorelei, she would find an empty house. She wouldn’t be happy. Again, the thought of displeasing her churned his stomach. This time, a piercing pain stabbed his heart.

“Hello, Brad?” his mom answered.

“Hey, Mom. I’m calling to say it looks like we’re not go—”

“Give me that!” Lorelei ripped the phone from Brad’s hand. “Hi, Mrs. Raffensberger. This is Lorelei. Just giving you an update. We’re about an hour away. Can’t wait to meet you and your husband.”

“And I’m looking forward to meeting you too, dear.”

Lorelei ended the call and shoved Brad’s phone in her pocket. “I’ll hold on to this for you.” She placed her hands on her hips and glared. “I’m very disappointed in you, Brad. You need to apologize.”

Brad was overwhelmed with shame and grief. “I’m sorry.”

“No.” Lorelei raised her voice. “I mean, you have to grovel. On the ground before me. Begging for my forgiveness.” She extended a long and graceful finger, the red shiny nail pointed toward the ground.

Brad’s knees buckled, and he fell to the floor.

“I’m waiting.” Lorelei tapped the toe of her sandal.

“Lorelei, I’m sorry. I really am. I love you. I adore you. I just got a little scared of what might happen. Please forgive me.” Brad crawled across the dirty, gum-stained tile, bent his head.

“Now worship the ground I walk on.” Lorelei laughed at his helplessness.

Brad trembled and his insides twisted, but he had to comply. And the ground that Lorelei walked on was worthy of worship.

“Lorelei, you are so beautiful. I love you so much. I am honored that you allow me the privilege of worship the ground you walk on.” He pressed his lips to the floor and kissed it.

“That’s sufficient,” Lorelei said. “But if you attempt to defy me once more…”

Again, laughter filled the air. But this time it was harsh, masculine. Brad twisted his neck. At the counter, a guy in motorcycle leather held up his phone, recording Brad. Behind Motorcycle Guy, the convenience store clerk was also taking a video.

Brad’s face burned red. He scrambled to his feet and followed Lorelei out of the store.

He hated the way she used and humiliated him, and now the whole world would see it. But as he watched Lorelei’s rocking hips as she crossed the lot to the car, he couldn’t help but want her manipulations to continue.

The Challenger’s wheels squealed as Brad raced up the winding driveway.

Lorelei was wide-eyed at the rolling grounds and the mansion sitting at the top of the hill. “This is all yours? I mean your dad’s?”

“Yeah, he’s really good at his job.” Brad parked the car off to the side.

“I’ll say.” Lorelei got out and walked amongst the cars lined up outside the over-sized garage. The collection included a Ferrari SF90 Stradale, Rolls-Royce Phantom, Mercedes-Benz AMG G63, and a Range Rover SV Autobiography.

“Kind of puts your poor Challenger to shame. I think I’ll have your dad give me this one.” Lorelei pointed to the Deep Blue Metallic Tesla Roadster. “Go Green, Save the Planet.” She laughed, sat on the hood, and raised her arms in victory, her t-shirt creeping up to reveal her stunning abs.

Brad couldn’t disagree. Lorelei certainly deserved all this and more. And he was sure his dad would give her the car and anything else she wanted. Lorelei’s combination of beauty and magic made it impossible for any man to resist her.

Lorelei hopped off the car and looped her arm with his. She whispered in his ear, “Come on. Let’s go meet your dad.”

Brad shivered, but couldn’t say no. Her hot breath on his neck, her fingers intertwining with his, her spell dissolving his will. Lorelei could ruin his dad, take all his money if she so desired, and Brad couldn’t stop her. He’d even help, if she asked.

Brad pushed open the front door. “I’m home!”

From down the hallway came a female shout. “Is that you, Brad?” A woman walked down the hall toward him. She was in great shape for her age—Lorelei estimated mid-to-late-forties.

Lorelei was moderately impressed by Brad’s mom. The Estonian-born supermodel graced the covers of fashion magazines before Lorelei was even born. Brad’s mom wore a charcoal Cashmere sweater, red-and white striped silk pants, and loafers. She obviously worked out, keeping her lithe figure years after she retired from the runway. Lorelei didn’t see any telltale signs of plastic surgery, but she spotted the beginnings of crow’s feet, revealing a slow battle with age that the former model would eventually lose.

Even without her magic, Lorelei was hotter than this has been. Just one touch of Lorelei’s lips to Brad’s dad, and the multi-million-dollar hedge fund manager would fall under her spell, becoming a slave to her most outlandish and ridiculous commands.

“You have a lovely home, Mrs. Raffensberger,” Lorelei said, realizing a McMansion like this was within her grasp.

“Thank you, but please call me Katerina.” She sized up Lorelei. “And you’re quite lovely yourself. Brad said you’re Homing Coming Queen and Captain of ESU’s cheer squad.”

“Thank you.” Lorelei smiled. “But I didn’t make the cover of Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue when I was nineteen.”

Beneath the friendly greetings, each subconsciously recognized each other as a rival.

“Where’s your husband?” Lorelei asked.

“Golfing.” Katerina checked her watch. “He should be home soon. Can I get you something to drink?”

“A lemonade would be nice. And maybe Brad can show me around.”

“Let me guess.” Lorelei inspected the Olympic-sized pool. “All the pretty girls in high school came over to use the pool. Of course, you couldn’t tell them no. But they still wouldn’t give you the time of the day. And they’d gather in the corner, whispering gossip about you.”

“Why do you say things like that to me?” Brad whined.

She whispered in his ear, “You don’t deserve me. You like it when I treat you like this. You like it when I use you.”

The pressure in his pants threatened to shred his jeans.

“Say it.” Lorelei caressed his cheek. “Tell me you love it when I use you, when I mock and humiliate you.”

Brad choked back his tears. Lorelei was so cruel. But she was also right. He loved it when she used him. He wanted it, needed it. His heart pounded and his knees shook. For a moment, he thought he might pass out. With trembling lips, he said in a hoarse whisper, “I love it when you use me.”

Lorelei smiled triumphantly. “That’s right. You love whatever I do to you. That’s part of the power of my spell. Any humiliation I make you suffer just makes you fall deeper in love with me.”

Outside, a car door slammed.

“Sounds like Daddy’s home.” Lorelei fluffed her hair. “This is going to be fun.”

“And this is my den.” Brad’s dad led his son and Lorelei into a room with bookcases lining two walls. Framed posters recording the history of Katerina’s modeling career (including two SI covers) covered the third wall. The fourth wall was all glass doors and windows overlooking the pool.

“I love your home, John.” Lorelei smiled predatorily at Brad’s dad. “You don’t mind if I call you John, do you?”

“N—No, not at all,” John stammered. In his wild days as a young bond trader in Manhattan, he dated a different model each night. But he didn’t remember any of them being as stunning as Lorelei. He admitted to himself that even Katerina in her prime wasn’t in Lorelei’s league.

Lorelei sat on the couch, removed one sandal, stretched her foot and wiggled her toes. “Brad, would you be a dear?”

Brad dropped to his knees, crawled across the room, and massaged her foot.

John was of two minds. He was proud of his son for landing this girl. Spectacular and hot. The kind of girl he’d gone for back in his days.

But it bothered him, the way Lorelei ordered Brad around, like he was a servant. John thought he’d taught his son better than that. Walk away when a girl treats you like that. There are plenty more from where she came from.

Although in this case, John was willing to concede there weren’t more like Lorelei.

“Brad,” John said. “Why don’t you see if your mother needs any help with dinner?”

Brad heard his father, but ignored him. Brad’s focus was on providing Lorelei with the perfect foot rub. He loved that he could be of service to her. If she asked, he’d even pay for the privilege of massaging her foot.

“That’s enough, Brad,” Lorelei said. “You can get the other foot later. Why don’t you do what your dad says?”

“Okay.” Brad stood.

As he walked across the room, Lorelei patted the cushion next to her. “Why don’t you come sit with me, John?”

Brad turned down the hallway. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his dad sit, then Lorelei scooted closer to him. She was making her move. In seconds, Brad’s dad would be just as spellbound as Brad. The hedge fund manager would give Lorelei anything and everything she wanted. Brad was sure the result would be bankruptcy and divorce. He hated the idea of going against Lorelei. He loved and adored her. He’d trade everything if he could spend the rest of his life on his knees, giving her a foot rub.

But he couldn’t allow Lorelei to destroy his family. In a supreme act of willpower, drawing on every ounce of remaining resolve, Brad returned to the den. His stomach churned and his heart ached at the thought of displeasing Lorelei, but he needed to save his dad.

Brad knew he dare not look at Lorelei. If he saw her incredible beauty, he’d drop to his knees, confess his scheme, and beg her forgiveness. He shielded his eyes, but could still see Lorelei’s bare foot slide under his dad’s trouser leg and up his shin.

“Dad, I’ve got something I need to tell you.”

“What’s th—” John’s phone beeped. He frowned at the screen. “Hold on. It’s Singapore. I have to take this.” John stood, slid open the glass doors, and stepped onto the porch.

“Brad?” Lorelei arched an eyebrow. “What are you doing?” She stood and walked toward him, her blue eyes locked on his.

“Uh, nothing. I mean, I just want—”

“Shush!” Lorelei pressed her finger to his lips. “I know exactly what you were thinking. And we’ll discuss your punishment later. But for now, I need you to promise you won’t tell John what I am going to do to him.”

Lorelei looped her arms around Brad’s neck. She pulled close, pressing her body against his. Her breath hot on his neck, she whispered, “Promise me.”

She kissed Brad. Their lips parted. Her tongue pressed against his. The ancient magic enveloped him.

Lorelei broke the embrace, smirking at the dazed look on Brad’s face.

“Sorry about that.” John returned. “There’s always fires that need putting out. Brad, what was it you were going to say?”

Brad took a deep breath, steeling himself, summoning all his willpower. He opened his mouth… and the words would simply not come.

“Brad?” Concern in his John’s voice. “What’s wrong?

In his mind, Brad could think the words, Dad, Lorelei’s out to put a spell on you, just like she did to me. But he was unable to articulate his thoughts. Another spell? His eyes flashed to Lorelei. Her lips curled into a knowing smile.

Defeated again, Brad exhaled audibly. “Just wanted to say it’s good to come back to visit.”

John tousled his son’s hair. “And it’s good to have you home.” His eyes flicked to Lorelei, or more specifically Lorelei’s legs, before he lifted his gaze to meet hers. “And Lorelei, as well.”

John felt his face flush. And he knew Lorelei saw it. A satisfied grin on her face. Was he that old or was this girl that hot? He had to stop thinking about her. She was young enough to be his daughter. This was Brad’s girlfriend, for Christ’s sake.

Lorelei pulled a Tootsie Pop from her pocket, removed the wrapper, and sucked.

Both Raffensberger men stared in awe as Lorelei’s tongue glided and wrapped around the confection.

John cleared his throat. “Brad, I think your mother might need help with dinner.”

Brad’s eyes fixated on Lorelei’s Tootsie Pop. “I think I should stay.”

Lorelei waved her hand. “Go on Brad, help your mother. Your father and I have things to… discuss.”

Brad was unable to resist this time. He knew Lorelei’s plans for his father, but her latest spell was too strong. He loved her too much. “Yes, Lorelei.” He trudged out of the room.

“Alone at last.” Lorelei’s tongue continued to slide and glide across the Tootsie Pop.

John needed to put an end to this right now. This girl was in college. His wife was two rooms away.

He cleared his throat. “Lorelei, obviously you’re a very attractive young lady, b—”

“Yes, I am.” She giggled, then sauntered across the room, stood before him, and fiddled with his collar. Her perfume enveloped him, like a bomb exploding in a florist shop.

Sweat dripped down John’s back. “Lorelei, please. This isn’t a good idea. Brad… My wife…”

She picked an imaginary piece of lint off his shoulder. “I think it’s a splendid idea. But if you don’t want me…” Lorelei pressed her lips into a pout.

This girl was so perfect, John couldn’t help himself. “No, Lorelei, I need you.” His arms, acting of their own accord, wrapped around her waist.

“I thought so.” Lorelei smiled smugly. She looped her arms around his neck, pressing her body to his. In his ear, she whispered the ancient spell. This needed to work. John was strong and powerful. He had to be to amass such wealth. But Lorelei’s magic was stronger. And like all men, John was easy to manipulate, weak for her beauty, eager to please.

“Ready to change your life forever, lover?” Lorelei’s blue eyes sparkled like the water of the Gulf in summer.

John stood helpless and mute.

Lorelei kissed him.