The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Sitting on the table before us, her posture as graceful as a cat’s, was the most elegantly charismatic female hypnotist on the market—Miss Scarlett herself.

I took a breath.

The hypnodomme was still wearing her Cher costume. The diamond studs of her chemise glittered in the soft light, and a black leather coat hung loosely around her shoulders. Her legs and hips were hugged by tight vinyl pants, and her boots ended in high heels. Those seemed a bit unnecessary, as Miss Scarlett was at least as tall as I was—but I had to admit they went well with the costume.

I stood there dumbly. Zelasha looked at Miss Scarlett, then at me, then back at the hypnotist.

“I went to the bathroom,” my girlfriend said. “As soon as I get out, some guy propositions me and begs me to hypnotize him. It took me like five, ten minutes to get him to leave me alone. I threatened to call the bouncers.”

Miss Scarlett nodded. “I know how annoying that can be,” she said honestly. “Then what?”

“I find my loser of a boyfriend kissing his ex-fiancee,” Zelasha finished.

“And?” the Southerner said gently, compassion in her deep dark eyes.

“Well, I pulled him off her, then hit her,” my girlfriend sighed.

I stared at the floor.

“And you?” Miss Scarlett asked.

I looked up into the hypnotist’s lovely brown eyes, and with a sigh, told the truth.

“I bumped into my ex-fiancee’s sister,” I said, my face burning in shame. “I told her to leave me alone. Next thing I know I run into someone I went to school with years ago.”

Zelasha looked at me perplexedly. “I thought you met Megan after you graduated.”

“I did,” I said. “I have no idea what happened. One moment Tara—my friend from school—is propositioning me, the next Megan is getting up off the floor.”

Miss Scarlett nodded slowly. “All right,” she said gently. “Let’s all sit down.”

Zelasha and I alighted on the nearest sofa. Miss Scarlett swung her legs around on the table to face us. “And what did you say your names were?”

“I’m Nick,” I said. “This is Colleen.”

“Okay,” Miss Scarlett said. “I think I see what’s going on. Nick, think about this rationally. What’s your ex’s sister’s name?”

“Rosalyn.”

“Now tell me. What exactly did you do when Rosalyn left?”

“I...” I began, then stopped. It was blank. “I realized more time had passed than I originally thought.”

“And then you saw your classmate?”

I nodded.

“Think about it,” Miss Scarlett said softly. The hypnotist’s voice was magnetic and soothing. As I listened to her, I feared that I’d go into a trance, and forget to think at all.

“Use your rational mind,” the Southern belle continued. “What explanation is there for what you saw?”

Realization dawned on me, and the magnitude of my own stupidity hit me in the face like a bucket of ice water in August. “It wasn’t really Tara,” I sighed.

Miss Scarlett nodded. Her exotic black hair danced with the movement over her shoulders. “I imagine that must be the case. Did Rosalyn hypnotize you?”

“Heavens, no,” I said. “I wouldn’t let that bitch touch me with a ten foot pole.”

“Does she know a trigger?” the hypnotist asked.

My chest clenched, and my stomach felt like a ball of cold lead. “Oh, my lord. I—I don’t know.”

“Wait a minute,” Zelasha said. “Nick and I have played around with hypnosis for months. I know perfectly well that you can’t be forced to do something against your will. Even if that bitch did trigger him, Nick didn’t want to kiss Megan—so why did the suggestion work on him?”

Miss Scarlett looked at Zelasha, then back to me. “Good question,” she said. “Nick,” she continued in that lulling Southern accent, “may I have your permission to regress you?”

My heart rate doubled. Miss Scarlett was offering to give me a private session. I could barely keep my hands still. I felt every hair stand up on every inch of my body, and I swallowed hard.

I’d discovered Miss Scarlett’s website a few months after it had gone online. I’ve never been much good at going under for recordings—I generally have to be with a live person for hypnosis to work—but Miss Scarlett’s audio files had done it for me. Over half her mp3’s had been free. The only ones she asked the public to pay for were the hardcore submission recordings that I wasn’t interested in anyway. I’d downloaded and listened to all her free recordings at least twice. There was one for inducing dreams that I’d fallen asleep to every night for months, up until the time I’d gotten involved with Megan.

Miss Scarlett had kept her website very professional. The only pictures she’d uploaded were show posters based on her glamour shots. In my opinion, those were all she needed. There was one that had captured my attention at once: a headshot emphasizing her intoxicating, deep brown eyes. I’d even used it as the wallpaper for my computer at one point. The combination of staring at that photograph and listening to the dreaming mp3 had been, by far, the most effective way for me to go under I’d ever found, short of an in-person session with a hypnotist. And now Miss Scarlett was offering the real thing.

I felt like I was in a dream, that someone had turned on a surreal florescent light that emphasized all the edges.

“If you think that’s a good idea,” I managed.

Miss Scarlett nodded. “Relax, Nick, and focus.”

Oh, lord.

The Southerner leaned in closer, her ebony-brown eyes deep and mesmerizing. Oh man, what if she messed with my head? Could she make me say something, do something, to make the situation worse? I couldn’t lose Zelasha... but my girlfriend was sitting there next to me. Surely Colleen wouldn’t let anything happen to me.

Or would she? Maybe she wouldn’t mind if Miss Scarlett changed my thoughts, or made me make a fool of myself. It’s not as if I didn’t deserve it, for failing to see through Megan’s ruse.

“Relax, Nicholas,” Miss Scarlett said, her Southern voice soothing and intense. “Relax... everything is under control... everything is all right. We’ll do this together... I’ll be right beside you. Just let yourself relax, and listen to the sound of my voice. This comes easily and naturally to you... just breathe in deeply, and relax... yes, that’s right... deeeeep breaths, long, slow, regular... no need to be nervous... no need to be scared. Feel relaxation flowing into you, Nick, just as my voice relaxes you...

“Feel all that concern leaving you... all those worries are flowing out of you... all that fear is leaving you now, passing out of you, flowing out of you on a river, a deeep, deeeep river...”

Miss Scarlett was one of those people with such a natural charisma as to instantly command all attention. All talk around her ceased whenever she spoke. Add to this her innate beauty and presence... she was such a natural! Hypnosis came to her as easily as breathing. Was she self-taught? “Miss Scarlett” was obviously a stage name. I dimly wondered what her real one was.

“You are doing so very well... even better than when you were up on stage this evening. You are relaxing even deeper, deeper than ever before.”

Miss Scarlett’s eyes were warm, deep and brown, the color of dark chestnuts. They were comforting, kind, and persuasive. It was so easy to let myself go that I forgot it wasn’t polite to stare.

“Yes, that’s riiight... I’m with you... we’re doing this together... focusing on my eyes, relaxing, warm, comforting... nothing worries you, nothing bothers you, all cares have flowed out of you, easily, naturally... looking into my eyes is so natural, and listening to my voice is so natural... your breathing is focused on the rhythm of my words... listening is so natural that you forget there’s anything but my voice... my voice is everything that you hear, my eyes are all that you see... my eyes relax you so much... you don’t want to look away from my eyes... my voice is safe and calming... you can’t look away from my eyes... my eyes are the center of your world.”

I was staring into Miss Scarlett’s brown eyes. They were so deep and dark that I could easily lose myself within, but there was just a point of reflected light inside, a light that captured and held my attention. It was so intense, so unreal, for this to be happening in real life. I tried hard not to enjoy it, not to just let myself submit and surrender to the sexiest, most gorgeous hypnodomme on earth. I needed to be loyal to Zelasha... but I could already feel my limbs turning to jelly, my eyelids getting heavy, the usual heavy sleepiness of trance coming over me. I mustn’t get aroused, I thought... I mustn’t.

“And now your eyelids are getting heavy... the more you listen to my voice the heavier they become... heavier and heavier with each word, heavier with each breath you take... yes, that’s right, eyes so heavy, eyes closing. You’re falling asleep, easy, natural, gentle sleep...

“Your eyelids are getting droopy... focusing on my voice, lulling you to sleep... drooping so much, so very heavy that you can’t keep them open, focused completely on my voice, becoming more and more relaxed, more and more sleepy...

“On the count of three your eyes will close, and you will fall into a deep sleep, but still be completely focused on my voice. One, two, three...

“Listen to my voice, and remember...”

“Nick—” Rosalyn repeated, hurrying after me.

“Go away!” I snorted. She was acting like a mad dog, who refused to let go once its jaws were locked. I looked around for a bouncer.

“Nick sleeps for Rosalyn,” she said from behind me.

A wave of heaviness washed over me. “What?” Something was wrong, very wrong.

“Nick sleeps for Rosalyn,” she repeated, beside me now.

There was something familiar about that phrase... something important... she was trying to... do something... something... very... wrong. I latched on to my anger like a lifeline. “No,” I growled.

“Nick sleeps for Rosalyn.” Her voice was whispering into my ear. Sleep was pressing all around me, and I could barely keep my eyes open. “No,” I managed.

She repeated the phrase again.

“No,” I was saying. “Zel—Zelasha—help—”

Rosalyn was facing me now, resting her hands on my shoulders. Her touch was so very wrong. I forced my eyes to open, and found myself staring into hers. This was so easy, but I needed to look away.

“Relax, Nick, just relax, my voice makes you relaxed, you can’t help it,” Rosalyn was chanting. “Sleep, sleep for me, deep sleep.” Rosalyn and I had been friends for years, and I’d let her put me under a number of times. Her eyes were so familiar, somehow; it was like having a one-night stand with an ex. But I loved Zelasha, and no one else.

“So heavy, so sleepy, just let go like you always have,” Rosalyn whispered. “Nick sleeps for Rosalyn. Don’t fight it. Nick sleeps for Rosalyn. Look into my eyes... into my eyes... Nick sleeps for Rosalyn. Sleep.”

My eyes were so heavy, I needed to keep them open—but they had closed. Something was wrong, very wrong.

“Nick, tell me, did you ever have a big crush on anyone when you were younger, like junior high or high school?”

I wanted to say no—I love Zelasha—but I answered in the affirmative. I’d forgotten to keep silent. Did I want Rosalyn to know that about me? Something wasn’t right here, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

“Nick, in a moment you’re going to see someone who greets you with your full name. When you hear those words, you will look to see the speaker, and you will see your old crush. You will be absolutely convinced the person talking to you is your old crush. All those feelings will come back at full power. In fact, you will feel that crush stronger today than you ever did when you were younger. You will be so happy to see her, you will do whatever she says. Do you understand?”

I understood, but I didn’t want to do that... but the idea of seeing Tara again... oh lord. She had been so graceful, so perfect, so unreachable.

“You will be convinced she is your old crush, and you will do whatever she says. Tell me you agree.”

“No.”

“You agree with everything I’ve said... you trust me completely, Nick.”

I trust Zelasha...

“On three you will wake up, and be convinced the person who calls you by your full name will be your old crush.”

Rosalyn had started counting.

I opened my eyes. Sitting in front of me was the immaculate form of Miss Scarlett, her enthralling brown eyes compassionate. Beside her was the woman I loved, whose luscious green pools were full of concern. I suddenly wondered if I was in heaven.

If only I’d had some concept of what was going to happen next.

“See, he did fight it,” Miss Scarlett told Zelasha in her Southern drawl. “She had to trigger him a number of times for it to have any effect at all.” She turned to me. “Probably because you’d been hypnotized earlier in the evening, Nick. And even so, her suggestions didn’t last.”

“Still,” I said to Zelasha, my mouth a bit dry, “I’m sure glad you turned up when you did.”

Zelasha reached out and took my hand. Her touch was warm and caring; maybe she wouldn’t break up with me after all. I hoped.

“I think the procedure here is to blacklist anyone who engages in abusive behavior,” Miss Scarlett went on. “I’ll report their names to the management. Will you two be all right?”

Zelasha frowned. “Nick, what was someone else doing with a trigger for you?”

I sighed. “I didn’t know she had one,” I admitted.

“Where did you ever meet this Rosalyn and her sister, anyway?” Miss Scarlett asked.

“Here,” I said. I went on to explain how I’d run into Rosalyn a few years ago. We’d flirted a bit, but nothing had ever come of it. It was one of those situations where we’d never been single simultaneously.

Rosalyn regularly threw parties at her condominium, and she’d gotten into the habit of inviting me. On some of those occasions she’d hypnotized her guests, myself included. I’d enjoyed it, but we’d never done any private sessions, nor had I ever taken her under.

Then Rosalyn had introduced me to her sister, who had (according to Rosalyn, and Megan later confirmed) come out of a long string of bad relationships. Megan had taken to me at once, and although I’d asked Rosalyn (in jest) if she’d hypnotized Megan to fall for me, she’d playfully denied it. Megan and I had attended Rosalyn’s parties together and had both gone under, although Megan didn’t have the hypnofetish. She had let me take her down a few times, but as she hadn’t really gotten into it, we hadn’t done it very often.

“After Megan didn’t show up at our wedding, I thought to myself that I should have given her a posthypnotic suggestion to ensure she’d come! But,” I confessed glumly, “although I love playing with hypnosis, I don’t want a relationship based on long-term hypnotic control of another person.” I squeezed my girlfriend’s hand. “I want someone who wants me for me. Megan leaving me at the altar was a surefire sign that we weren’t meant to be.”

“I still have trouble believing you were engaged,” Zelasha sighed. “I mean, it feels like we were in college a few months ago.”

Miss Scarlett shrugged, although she couldn’t possibly guess how true my girlfriend’s words were. “Nicholas, I’d like to hypnotize you one more time, to remove the trigger. Is that all right with you, Colleen?”

My lover frowned, then nodded.

“Relax, Nicholas.” Miss Scarlett’s voice became lower, dropping in pitch from casual conversation to the soothing intonation of the hypnodomme. A shiver went down my spine.

The raven-haired Southerner reached out and took my hand. I was surprised, but did not resist as she gave it a slight tug; I looked up into her eyes.

Everything else seemed to fade away. Miss Scarlett’s intoxicating deep brown eyes captured and held my attention.

“Listen to my voice, Nicholas,” the hypnodomme said. My thoughts, my judgments, my analyses all slowed and ceased. My mind followed her words as if they were my own.

“Listen to me,” Miss Scarlett continued. “Feeling more and more relaxed with every thing I say, more and more calm with every word you hear. You are focused completely on my voice. Now listen very carefully, Nicholas, because I’m going to give you some instructions. These instructions will be very easy for you to follow.

“Imagine your mind as a computer, one that is running all sorts of programs, thousands of them, at any given time. I’m sure you know that the human mind is the most sophisticated computer ever made, and you are capable of carrying out any instruction I give you.

“Now you are focused completely on me, and I am entering another program into your mind, Nicholas. My instructions work on your mind in the same way a computer runs a new program. That’s just what my instructions are like: a program. It’s a program to find spyware or Trojan horses. I am uploading this program now with my voice. I am speaking directly into your mind, and you cannot resist my voice. You completely accept my voice. When I execute this program, it will scan your entire mind looking for triggers, and disable them. It will find and disable any trigger or posthypnotic suggestion you’ve ever been given. My instructions are a very smart program, and it cannot be fooled, cannot be tricked, and cannot be stopped. When I run the program, it will find any triggers and suggestions, and delete them all, erasing them out of your mind as if they never existed.

“My program is very efficient, Nicholas. It will scan your entire mind and delete all of your triggers in under thirty seconds. This is really quite amazing. We both know your mind will run this program with record efficiency, and it will be completely successful.

“On the count of three, Nicholas, I will snap my fingers, and say the word “execute.” When I do this, your eyes will close, and you will sink down, deep, down into a deep sleep. As soon as every trigger and every suggestion has been erased from your mind, you will open your eyes and wake up.”

Miss Scarlett smiled. “One, two, three—execute.” The hypnotist clicked her lovely fingers.

I opened my eyes. Zelasha was looking at me tiredly, like she couldn’t wait for this to be over. This was so disorienting. How long had I been out?

“Did it work?” I asked.

Miss Scarlett shrugged. “Execute.”

Nothing happened.

“It worked,” the hypnodomme pronounced.

Zelasha looked from Miss Scarlett to me and back again. She opened her mouth, then closed it.

The raven-haired hypnotist looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “What is it, Colleen?”

My girlfriend scowled, then looked at the floor. “It’s just a lot to take in,” she finally said. “Being on stage was one thing, but, well, hypnosis is such a, um, a carnal act, at least for me, and in the past hour some bitch hypnotizes my boyfriend, then he kisses her sister, and then you hypnotize him, and I know it was necessary, because I sure as hell don’t ever want this to happen again, but... uh...” she sighed. “I’m not happy with it. I feel... I feel off-balance, somehow.”

Miss Scarlett nodded slowly at Zelasha’s words. “I completely understand where you’re coming from,” she said softly. “I have an idea for that, too.”

“You don’t want to hypnotize me into forgetting?” Zelasha asked.

Miss Scarlett grinned. Her lovely black hair swished as she shook her head. “Nothing like that, I promise. But one thing at a time. Nick?”

“Er, yes?”

The brown-eyed hypnodomme gazed at me without speaking, and as I returned her look I had the oddest sensation. Her dark eyes seemed to pull at me, to capture me. Was she hypnotizing me? Could she do it without any words? Could I look away? I decided to drop my gaze, but Miss Scarlett began speaking.

“You are feeling submissive, Nicholas,” she purred. “Very, very submissive.” Miss Scarlett was using her sing-song style, the hypnotic tones that seemed to get under my skin. I swallowed, and shook my head.

“I’m not a sub, Miss Scarlett.”

“But you can be,” she whispered. “You can be submissive for a little while, just a little while. As you look into my eyes, you can’t help but be submissive. Look into my eyes, and let me make you submissive for a little while. You don’t want to resist.”

I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t think of anything to say. My mind focused on her soothing Southern voice. I felt like a wolf whose ears were pointed forward. Everything else seemed to fade. The only thing that mattered was the beautiful hypnotist, her lovely face, her deep brown eyes.

“You’re feeling so submissive, Nicholas,” she continued. “Very, very submissive. So, so submissive. You are feeling very heavy, Nicholas. Your body is heavy, your limbs are heavy, too heavy to move, too heavy to move. You are stuck in your seat, stuck tightly to your seat, but it doesn’t matter because your body is too heavy to move anyway.” She nodded, and as I continued to stare at her in confusion, she winked at me, then turned to my girlfriend.

“Colleen, I want to show you something.”

Zelasha looked at the hypnodomme blankly.

Miss Scarlett reached deftly inside a pocket, and pulled out a long silver chain—at the end of which was a watch. With a sly smile, she held it up and started swinging it before Zelasha’s eyes.

My girlfriend managed a nervous giggle. “A watch? You can’t be serious.”

“Indubitably,” Miss Scarlett purred. “Look at the watch, Colleen, how its silver catches the light and gleams. It’s so easy to let your eyes fasten on it and follow it as it moves. It’s so easy for your mind to surrender to its rhythm, for you are surrounded by hypnosis. I hypnotized you up on stage earlier tonight—the watch is holding your eyes, your eyes follow it back and forth, back and forth—and your boyfriend is hypnotized, and it’s so easy to drift into hypnosis now as my voice carries you. You can’t concentrate on anything else, Colleen, just the watch, as your eyes follow it, backwards and forwards, back and forth...”