The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Greetings, and welcome to ‘Eventus Elite Event Coordination’, or we like to call it, ‘Party Planning 101.’” Said the woman manning the name tag table with a warmth and joy that felt surprisingly genuine. ”Your name?”

“Kristen Bowman” Kristen answered.

The woman beamed at her like it was the most beautiful name she’d ever heard and, quickly scanning the array before her, presented Kristen with her badge. Kristen, uncomfortable with the lavish attention, unconsciously pushed a lock of her long chestnut hair behind her ear. She returned the woman’s smile as she carefully attached the badge to the navy cardigan that clung tightly to her toned, lithe body.

“The first presentation will begin shortly in Room 28, just down the hall”

Kristen thanked her and moved off into the cluster of other attendees and staff milling around the lobby of one of Eventus’ many buildings.

The crowd was mostly female and ranged from around Kristen’s 22 years to women in their forties and early fifties. She wandered over to a table of refreshments surveying the other attendees. She couldn’t help but notice that everyone in the lobby seemed to be attractive, with some of the women easily crossing over into beautiful.

The refreshments were light. Olives and cheeses, crudites, and charcuterie but the arrangement was gorgeous. It was opulent, but with a tasteful refinement that spoke to a precise attention to detail.

Makes sense for an events company. She thought.

She picked up a glass of chilled pinot grigio and turned from the table nearly bumping into the woman behind her.

“Oh, excuse me.” She said.

“No, not at all.” Said the woman as she reached past Kristen to grab a wine of her own. They both moved away from the table towards one of the high top tables that dotted the large room.

“I’m Kristen.”

“Grace. Nice to meet you.” Grace was tall and lean. She had the Korean features of her mother but her French father’s deep green eyes. She wore a dark suit jacket over a simple white dress and a smart charcoal suit.

“Have you been to one of these things?” Kristen asked. “The online reviews were just gushing, but I don’t know anyone who’s attended personally.”

“My friend went to one in LA, she said it changed her life! No joke, those words.”

“Wow, I’ve heard it can be a little ‘culty’ but I love throwing parties and, heck it’s free. Worst case, waste of an afternoon and a free glass of wine.”

They laughed and clinked their glasses as the began moving towards the auditorium.

She and Grace took their seats in the small auditorium, there were maybe 25 people spreading out in a room that seat perhaps 80. From their seats in the center, they could see a large screen that covered the entirety of the back of the room.

“I’ve heard this speaker is really good, quite charismatic,” Grace said.

“Good thing,” Kristen replied, “I missed breakfast and that wine’s gone straight to my—”

The house lights quickly dimmed plunging the room into darkness save for a single spotlight at the center of the stage.

The screen came suddenly to life.

A woman calmly strode to the center of the stage

She stood, basking in a spotlight in front of the screen that was a uniform blue, a calming blue reminiscent of a cool September sky. She was striking, moving effortlessly in a perfectly cut black suit, that was tailored tightly around her thin, toned frame. Her hair was short and blonde, her cheekbones high, and her jaw strong. Kristen could see an incredible energy in her vibrant blue eyes.

“Hello everyone, my name is Sienna Chevalier, and I’m going to be guiding you on a bit of a journey. I’m going to teach you some techniques today that are going to change the way you think about events entirely.”

Promises, promises thought Kristen

“The first thing I’d like to talk about is stress. Planning an event can be incredibly stressful and if you can’t stay calm, and relaxed, in both your body and your mind, you won’t be able to cope as well, and your clients and guests will notice.

“I’m going to show you how I deal with stress, with just a few short breathing exercises, you’ll be calm, and relaxed in both your body and your mind that you’ll feel great and look great and know that you can relax and take in a big deep breath now…”

Almost instinctively Kristen felt herself breathing deeply, her lungs expanding with the volume of the air. She could hear Grace and everyone near her breathing in as well.

Behind Sienna, Kristen noticed, as she held the breath in for 1...2...3, the screen had begun to project a pattern. It was subtle, Kristen could barely make it out, as she released her breath 1...2...3.

“We’ve all known moments of great stress, but we needn’t worry about them right now. For now, we focus on times you’ve been oh so relaxed and calm, feel those feelings of relaxation moving through your whole body as you breathe.”

Kristen was feeling a warmth expanding within her as she relaxed into her seat, from the corner of her eye she could see Grace, her legs splayed out before her, head bobbing slightly. The pattern in the screen became more visible, a slowly undulating arrangement of lighter darker blues.

“...planning is nothing without concentration.” Sienna continued, “Right now, you are concentrating on the sound of my voice, and on the words that I say, and on your deep rhythmic breathing. And now I want you to concentrate on the heaviness of your feet. Let them become so heavy that you couldn’t even think about moving them. And why would you?”

I wouldn’t. Kristen thought through a mind that felt oddly detached. Her feet were heavy, she was relaxed.

“And concentrate on your head, feel how light it is becoming, like a balloon just floating up, up, up a few feet above your body.”

Kristen felt herself drifting, her chin had come to rest on her chest and she gazed through fluttering eyes at Sienna and the ever more intense pattern on the screen.

“Deeper and lighter. Higher and Deeper. Higher and Deeper. Deeper and lighter.”

“10. Deeper and lighter.”

“Oh.” From somewhere far away she heard Grace’s voice. Her voice was soft and childlike as she said “She’s hypnotizing us.”

Hypnotizing us? Was she being hypnotized?

She felt herself trying to wake, trying to want to wake.

Kristen fought to open her heavy eyes and lift her head that was lighter than air but seemed too far away to move.

Kristen’s eyes fluttered open briefly. She gazed into the pattern and heard Sienna’s words.

“9...8 Deeper and lighter.”

She was floating away.

Her eyes had closed. She didn’t know when. She was above herself. She heard Sienna’s words. She thought Sienna’s words.

“5...4...Deeper and lighter.”

Deeper and lighter.

I’m being hypnotized. The thought formed in the fog of her mind, but it didn’t disturb her. Nothing disturbed her. She was floating, and sinking, and listening.

“2 sinking, down, down, down. Down into trance now.”

I’m being hypnotized.

“1. Sleep Now.”

Kristen opened her eyes, Sienna was right next to her, sitting gently on the arm of the empty chair next to her. She looked in Sienna’s face into her eyes. She felt so calm.

“Yes,” she said to a question that she didn’t remember hearing, and Sienna was moving her hand towards her face and snapping her fingers and-

“Sleep now.”

Kristen was in a deep, black sea, weightless and empty. Somewhere, above her, Sienna spoke to her. She nodded, she accepted. She was hypnotized. She loved being hypnotized. She wanted to go deeper, only deeper.

“Awaken.”

She blinked. It was a few moments before her thoughts cleared enough for her to realize where she was, what was happening.

“What are you doing?” Kristen asked, her voice was hoarse as if she hadn’t used it in some time.

“I’m teaching you. You’re an excellent pupil.”

Kristen couldn’t help but beam with pride as Sienna stared down at her.

“You and your friend are going to be great once you’ve been fully trained.”

Kristen turned to see Grace lying bonelessly in her chair, eyes closed and her head resting on her shoulder.

Wait, what had she said?

“Fully...trained?” Kristen asked, a touch of nervousness entering her voice.

“You’ll love it, trust me.”

I trust you.

“Sleep now.”

Kristen was in a different room. She was sitting on a folding chair in a row with several people. She’d done well, Sienna had told her, Sienna’s finger pressed against her forehead while her eyes rolled back and she floated and sank and drifted. She was going to the next level.

Grace was there, she was seated to her right with her eyes closed and fluttering, her head bobbed slowly, her chin rising and falling. As Kristen lazily looked around the room she noticed the other women, they were all women. She noticed that they were all gorgeous, four white, a black woman, and Latina.

The eight of them sat there, some drifted like Grace while others stared into space or vaguely inspected the room, smiling when they made eye contact with one another.

“Attend the screen please.” The voice seemed to come from everywhere at once.

The sound briefly snapped Kristen from her reverie. She glanced about in confusion for a moment before the wall in front of her exploded in light and color. She gazed into it, her eyes wide. The pattern caught her, the fractal scintillations of the image dancing across her mind. She could feel her body dropping, reacting to commands she couldn’t consciously recall. She was dropping, and floating, and...and...

She was hypnotized.

She was not alone. As the voice began to instruct, the eight women gazed raptly into the screen, their mouths slightly agape.

“You feel wonderful.” Sienna’s voice came over the speakers. Her voice was firm but gentle. It commanded and cajoled, like steel wrapped in velvet.

“I feel wonderful,” Kristen could hear the other voices echoing her own. They had become a chorus and the effect only reinforced the power of the voice that commanded her.

“You feel obedient.”

“I feel obedient.” She did. The patterns and the voice had enveloped her mind.

“You will not resist.” Kristen couldn’t imagine resisting, not as she floated and stared and let go. She felt a warmness growing inside herself, a powerful arousal that was blotting out what little of her consciousness remained. She could feel Grace’s head resting on her shoulder, and felt her own body resting against the blonde woman to her left. The physical contact intensified

her growing arousal.

The voice spoke. The patterns swirled. Kristen listened and learned.

Her arousal was intense now, she squirmed in her chair, hips beginning to move as she felt a dampness flowing from her pussy to her panties. She wanted to touch herself. She wanted to be naked.

Sienna’s voice then gave her permission to remove her clothing.

She moved with languid purpose, unbuttoning her sweater and shirt and letting them fall to the floor. She slid out her skirt and sliding her thumbs through the waistband, pulled her damp panties to her ankles stepping out of them before removing her heels. Her eyes never left the screen. It pulsed slowly and rhythmically and just took her deeper and deeper Sienna’s voice guided her and instructed her.

“Sit back down, and gaze into the eyes of the woman next to you” Kristen turned her head and found herself instantly bewitched by Grace’s dark eyes.

“Repeat: I am hypnotized.”

“I am hypnotized” Kristen and Grace spoke as one, their full lips moving in unison.

“You are hypnotized.”

“You are hypnotized,” Kristen told Grace and Grace told Kristen.

“We are hypnotized.” They repeated together.

“Your arousal takes you deeper. Your submission arouses you. You find pleasure in obedience, you find obedience in pleasure.”

Kristen’s mind was flowing out of sex onto the chair, she gazed raptly into Grace’s hungry eyes.

“Show her pleasure.” The voice told her. She would obey, she could only obey.

She found herself entwined with Grace. Their soft, warm flesh pressing against one another. Grace’s lips were on her nipple now, sucking and teasing her. Kristen didn’t think, couldn’t think, she only felt. There were more hands on her now. She felt Grace’s tongue in her mouth, her hands pressed against another woman’s breasts while she felt her legs being spread and then a tongue was in her, probing and seeking and driving her towards climax after climax. It was a blur of bodies and sweat and sex and then Sienna was there.

They stopped. She glided into the room, followed by two nude women in clothes in tight leather catsuits, their faces placid and eyes empty. Sienna wore a black silk robe and her smile was beatific, she gently stroked the cheek of one of the women who shivered with uncontrolled pleasure at Sienna’s merest touch.

The women sat on their knees staring up at her like devoted supplicants. Sienna basked in their adoration.

“You’ve learned much today,” she said, “but I still have so much to teach.” Without a sound, the two women gently removed the robe from her shoulders.

Later.

Kristen’s roommate was at the sink when she came through the door.

“Hi, how was it?” Amy asked. She turned away from the sink, her smile was winking. Her long, blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders. She was clad in a flimsy grey tank top and tight athletic shorts that clung to her tight ass.

“Honestly, it was amazing,” Kristen beamed.

“So, are you joining the cult?” She joked.

“And how!” Kristen laughed. “But seriously, it was SOOO great.” Kristen continued, “Actually, they gave me a DVD, and I think we should watch it together. Trust me, it’ll change your life.”