The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The front door shut quietly, the latch sliding home with a soft click. Gina stirred in her bed, awakening from a lovely little nap. Was that someone coming or going? As the question swirled around in her foggy mind, she rose up in bed and blinked at the mess in her room. Holy crap! It looked like every naughty black article of clothing she owned was lying around, sweaty and crumpled. What the hell happened in here?

Her legs itched. Throwing back the covers, she saw from the garter marks and little imprints on her legs that she’d been wearing her thigh-highs. Dismayed, she also registered a familiar squishy tenderness between her legs—she’d definitely had sex tonight. A lot of it. Tentatively, she crossed her legs and probed the murk that was her thought process. An argument. No, a fight. A real hum-dinger. With Seth. Then a blank patch. Then, sweet, sweet make-up sex.

That’s my guess, anyway , she smiled to herself. With the palm of her hand, she mussed up her dirty-blond bangs as if this would shake lose the missing bits. God, she needed a shower.

She shifted her weight gingerly from left to right as she eased into the scalding shower stream. She was glad Seth had finally come by to work things out with her. He’d been such the not-attractive boy lately, all whiney and needy. He had worked her last nerve this past month and she was inches from ditching him, this time for good. Jorge had been the biggest pain her sweet little ass had ever endured, but Seth seemed hell-bent on taking the silver in this, her least favorite Olympic dating event. But at the last minute, somehow, things got better. She smiled again as she washed her hair. I guess he’s good for another chance.

But why? What did he do to get back on her good side? The shower wasn’t helping her remember. Straining at the edges of gray, indistinct moments, she labored after her missing memory. Presently, a few crumbs revealed themselves—Seth grabbing her, a familiar pack of cigarettes, Seth leaving quietly a few minutes ago. There was more. Fragments of a conversation—Seth sitting next to her in bed, talking on the phone while she dozed. Irritated, she twisted off the water and grabbed a towel. That little fucker! Is he cheating on me?

Still dripping wet, she made a token effort at wrapping her tiny, fetching self in the towel as she stormed back into her bedroom. Before she could consider what she was getting into, she picked up the phone and punched redial.

Seven beeps chirped into her ear. She should probably remember to breathe again before someone answered and she had to say something. After two rings, a pleasant male voice intoned, “Hello, Anodyne SA, how may I help you this evening?”

Gina froze. Okay, it wasn’t some chick, or worse, a girlfriend of hers. So it didn’t sound like Seth was cheating on her. Yet. Finally, she exhaled. But what the fuck was she supposed to say now?

“Hello?” the voice prompted, rising pleasantly on the second syllable. Somewhere on the line she could hear a weird little clicking sound.

“Um, hi, yeah.” Great start, Barbie. “Could you give me directions to your offices?” She was profoundly unsure why she chose this tack, but it was better than “Is your refrigerator running?”

“Certainly,” the voice soothed. “Where are you coming from?” She hoped he meant her location, not her state of mind.

A minute later she’d scribbled down the directions to Anodyne. Who they were, what they did, what they meant to Seth, and by extension, to her, was a mystery. Before she could talk herself out of it, she’d dressed, jumped into her little white car and headed downtown, St. Etienne purring to her over the stereo.

It wasn’t hard to find, especially this late in the evening in the middle of downtown. She snagged a parking spot right in front of the building and was about to step out onto the street when she saw a familiar form coming out of the lobby. Seth.

“Fuck!” she hissed, and ducked her head down into the passenger seat. She could hear him exchanging goodbyes with the someone and walking off. Risking a glance, she saw him retreating around the corner, a large package under his left arm. His body language seemed happy, giddy almost. The sneak was practically skipping away!

That cinched it. Steeling herself with a crisp salute to Reckless Girl in the rear-view mirror, she marched up to the revolving door and launched herself through it. With the confidence Gina mustered when she was Getting To the Bottom of Things, she presented herself at the reception desk in the center of the large, sleekly decorated lobby. A middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair beamed at her as she walked up.

“Good evening, Gina. What can we do for you this evening?”

She blinked. Usually this was the part where she batted her eyelashes once or twice and charmed this guy silly with her dusky alto voice. Her mouth opened. Closed. She started to say something, but there was a frog (or two) in her throat. She thumped her chest and emitted a little cough. “Um. How do you know who I am?” Her eight-cylinder Audrey Hepburn greeting was reduced to a lost-little-girl mumble.

If the gentleman’s smile could get any brighter, she’d start to squint. “My dear. Your boyfriend Seth is a client of ours. He rhapsodizes about you every time he visits us. You’re such a lucky young girl, to have as devoted a suitor as Seth.” As he spoke her boyfriend’s name, he deftly snapped a switch near a cluster of security monitors.

/Thrum/

It seemed as though there were a huge, pulsating generator in Gina’s... well, her core. Wherever that was.

/Thrumthrumthrum/

With effort, she put her palms out flat on the reception desk to steady herself in her platform boots.

Then the lights seemed to come back up and the sensation was gone. Her vision un-tunneled itself. Her heart resumed beating instead of pounding. She swallowed. The tiniest groan escaped her pursed lips. Her boots seemed nailed to the floor.

Wait a sec—her boots? Looking down, she saw that she was decked out in full-on Club Grrrl gear: a shimmering, pearlescent white dress she that referred to as the Chinese Madam, with a hemline that stopped just short of making her comfortable with sitting down. And long black platform boots that generously gave way to the hemline of the dress, should it ever descend further into thigh territory. She recognized the straps of her little Kerropi backpack. Huh? How had she found time to wiggle into this during her mad dash out of the house? Her hair was still wet, for god’s sake!

“Gina, you’re going to be late for Seth’s gig. You know, at Cedric’s? Three blocks west of here?” he gently chided her, like he was her Guy Friday.

“Wha...?” She was still checking herself out, hands on the desk, head lowered.

He lightly clasped his hands over hers, making her raise up to meet his gaze. “It’s Seth’s first time playing Cedric’s, and he’s very nervous about it. He’s counting on you to be there for him. He mentioned it several times.”

Gig... Oh, shit! Wait... she thought guiltily. Seth rarely counted on Gina’s presence when he played out, but sometimes he really needed her in the crowd at important junctures in his band’s slow journey through the local music scene. And tonight must be one of those.

“Yeah, now I remember,” she murmured, as much to herself as to Friday.

“Splendid.” Impossibly, he was even more pleased with her. “Oh, and he wanted you to have this,” he added, as he dropped something on the counter between her pale, shaking hands.

It was a choker. Simply black and shimmering strangely. It would go well with her ensemble—it seemed made to compliment it.

“It’s lovely,” she remarked. Absently, she picked it up and snapped it in place around her neck. She carefully shook out her cute pixie do to make sure no strands of hair were caught.

“Stunning. Now. I’m sure Seth is about to go on, so you’d better hurry!” Friday suggested.

Gina snapped to attention, filled with purpose. She’d have to make this a recon mission, saving the real exploration of Anodyne for another day. “Thanks ever so much,” she curtsied sweetly, then turned and ran for the revolving door, the clacking of her boots filling the cavernous lobby as she scampered off to find Seth.

As she slipped through the door, she looked back to see Friday smile and pull a cell phone out of his coat pocket.

The next thing she knew, Gina’d worked her way past the doorman (“I’m with the band!” Smile.) and was elbowing her way through the thick crowd to stand in front of the colorful blast of sound that was Lain—Seth’s band—already in progress.

He was playing his Jaguar guitar inches away from her, looking as he always did. While some boys preened and postured their way through their set, Seth simply emitted dazzling music, while slowly surveying the room for something to interest his seemingly disconnected head. People in the crowd, the television over the bar—his deceptively bored gaze never stopped. In the midst of his quest for visual stimulation, he noticed Gina. Grinning wickedly by way of greeting, he took a step forward and gave her his best stupid Rawk Guitar pose. Dork. She giggled and waved back at him. Her band was playing here next Tuesday and she’d be sure to return the favor.

When he was done clowning around for her, he retreated back behind Evan, the singer. The boys were dishing out their usual blend of shoegazer pop with a spot of music school polish (a little of that went a long way, she felt, thank you very much). The tune they were playing was an uneasy truce between a deep, bass-heavy dub groove and icy banshee guitars, which promptly threaded its way into her head. And down to her heart, stopping briefly to tease between her hips on its way to rouse her feet.

She began to dance with the rest of the crowd as she glanced at Seth’s equipment. She was surprised to see a strange signal processor sitting on top of his Fender Twin—he usually eschewed effects. This particular device was sleek and black, with a single, pulsating blue light in the center. Ever curious about his guitar stuff, she resolved to ask him later about his new mystery toy.

As the song segued into a nimble booty-shaker, she staked out more territory in front of Seth, with broad, provocative arm motions. In between moves, Gina caught Seth watching her while she got her groove on. Weird. He was really studying her, with a curious half-smile on his lips. She kept returning his gaze, but he wouldn’t break up the little staring contest. The freak. He usually didn’t acknowledge her, except occasionally between songs.

As the song progressed, she was less and less aware of the people around her. The music, Seth’s eyes, and that pulsating blue light commanded her attention. Her right hand grasped at her throat, making tentative contact with her new choker.

At the start of the next song, Gina stopped dancing, startled with a sudden realization. She felt seriously weird, like she was rolling or something. The music was riveting and her body felt fabulous. She shivered as she hugged herself and slid her crossed arms down over her chest, her rock-hard nipples. She squeezed her legs together and a throb emitted from her groin in response. Yup, it felt like she was peaking. Only she hadn’t taken anything before she came here. An effervescent giggle bubbled out of her, her dimples making a brief guest appearance. What the hell was going on? She couldn’t stop smiling, even though she was a trifle spooked.

/Thrum/

The generator-thing was back, pulsing in time to the music, to the blue light. As her body began to dance again, she struggled to reconstruct the last several hours. Okay, okay. This can’t be too hard, she reassured herself. Think, think, think! You were laying on the couch on your day off. Being pissed at Seth. Yeah! Okay, that’s a start. Then Seth stopped by and you fought. Okay, better. Then (hmmm hmm hmmm, stuff stuff stuff) we had the best sex ever. Keep going. Then I got up and (hmm hmm) drove down (hmm hmmm hmm) to the club to catch his set.

Huh. Okay.

/Thrum/

“What was I just thinking about?” Gina spoke aloud, but she only felt her lips move. Her words were no match for the glorious music pounding out of the PA in front of her.

She danced.

Seth continued to stare at her, and if she’d had the presence of mind to look around, she would’ve noticed several young scenester boys regarding her with a certain predatory lust. She was just that hot, and she was in rare form tonight, effortlessly expressing the haunting qualities of the music with her sexy movements, her brief white dress making her look like a character from their favorite fighting videogame. Her eyes occasionally rolled back into her head for a beat, lashes fluttering. Maybe the other boys thought she was fronting like she was “out of it” as part of her dancing shtick, but she was truly oblivious tonight.

/Thrum/

She kept dancing.

Someone was touching her, gently cupping her elbow in his hand.

“Gina.”

She blinked, then sighed. The house lights were up and people were milling out of the small room and back to the bar.

“Thanks everybody, for coming out tonight,” Evan was yelling into the mic. “Thanks Molly, Wednesday, Celeste and Gina for being here, especially.” He looked around the room at the four remaining people with a puzzling half-smile—an in-joke that she wasn’t party to.

“Gina.” Seth was shaking her arm now a little.

With great effort, she looked up at him. He was smiling at her, and she felt her own face melt into a broad, stupid grin in return. “Oh Seth. You did great.” Christ, she sounded like she’d had eight Coronas during the show. Stupid fan girl. Her ears were ringing. And, as if she wasn’t embarrassing herself enough in front of the other band girlfriends, she swooned into him as her platform boots betrayed her. Again, if she’d been able to pay attention, she would’ve noticed that her tres chicas were similarly wobbly and dopey looking, each absently fingering their new chokers.

Seth caught her and steered her for the fire exit, smoothly making it look as if they were cuddling as they made their escape. The journey from the stage to the door seemed to take forever, and the last minutes of the set still vibrated in her. As she tried to think of something un-stupid to say, he leaned into her ear.

“Let’s go find a private spot,” he whispered.

“Ummmmmmnnnngggghh.” She covered her mouth as she came. Whatever was happening to her, she’d just have to trust that Seth would look out for her, as they usually did for each other when one of them was too fucked up to deal.

They passed through the big, metal door and a cool breeze wafted across Gina’s skin. In her discombobulated-yet-extremely-lucid state, she was acutely aware of a single drop of moisture traveling down her thigh from her sopping wet sex, like a slow-mo cut scene from a John Woo flick. Just before it reached her knee, she gripped Seth and stumbled to a halt, a second, divine orgasm rippling through her. “Omigod!” she breathed, ridiculously over stimulated.

She was about to suggest that they do it right here in the alley, when a voice boomed out of the open fire door. “Seth, you are the man!” It was Matthew, the bass player. “I thought you flaked on us with this Anodyne shit tonight, but good save! Celeste is... out there! And she’s ready for love!” He did a poor-man’s Elvis impersonation for the last three words, swinging his hips with abandon.

“Please, Matthew, a little louder?” Seth hissed. “I don’t think the cops around the corner heard you.”

“Whoops!” Matthew whispered back.

After a second of irritation, Seth’s frown melted into a grin. “S’okay. Anodyne hooked us up, didn’t they? A little customer complaint from yours truly and voila! These new toys make the box look tame!”

“Next level shit,” Matt affirmed. He glanced back inside at his own delirious girlfriend. Then he begged, “Look, what do I do now?”

Gina moaned loudly, shifting in Seth’s arms as she braced herself for Round Three.

“Just tell her what you want her to do, simple as that. We can talk about the rest tomorrow. Fuck, I still really don’t know how it works myself. I was just trying to get my girlfriend back, in the beginning,” he said, growing wistful as he brushing a strand of hair from Gina’s flushed cheek. “But now, things should go a lot smoother.” He smiled, then snickered to Matthew as they watched Gina convulse in ecstasy again.

The dorks, she thought, quaking and dripping. Here she was in need of some serious sexual healing and they were just standing around high-fiving like dumb frat boys around the drunkest sorority bimboid at the party. Seth had better get his priorities straight and quick. She shifted her weight and poked a finger at him.

Seth got the hint and seemed to remember that watching his girlfriend cum in front of a band mate was a faux pas. “Uuuh. Good luck.” The clap of a quick handshake. “Smell you later.” Then, leaning into Gina’s ear once more, he whispered, “Let’s christen the back of the tour van.”

Ah yes, Gina thought to herself just before her walls spasmed again. The boy I love.

Gina nearly ripped the seat of Seth’s pants as she whipped them off of him. He was flinching a little when she reached for him, so she could tell he was afraid she might accidentally hurt him in her zeal to get him naked. Unfortunately, she was a little too wound up to tell him not to worry. Plus she couldn’t stop sticking her tongue down his throat. They lurched awkwardly around in the tight space at the back of the van, making it painfully obvious to any passers by what was taking place inside. Luckily the alley was empty except for a certain members of Lain and their strangely quiet girlfriends. Since they’d climbed in here, her head had cleared, but only a little.

How many times had she orgasmed today? There was the first bout with Seth at her place this afternoon, then this curious string of barely-containable explosions at the club. She inhaled, shuddering. That was fun and all, but she was a long way from satisfied, just now. The two of them were precariously balanced on a road case. Straddling her disheveled, naked boyfriend, she peeled off her dress, not bothering with the boots or her new choker. She’d stepped out of her soaked panties the minute the van door was shut.

Pausing for a moment to look down at him with unbridled lust, she found a reason to calm down a little. Seth’s growing skittishness around her long, glittery, lacquered nails was not doing anything for him in the erection department. Ever since the end of his set, she was filled with a growing compulsion to satisfy herself, combined with a desire to shower Seth with affection, but she figured maybe she should take it down a notch. “Baby,” she consoled, taking his frightened cock in one hand and leaning in close to him.

“Sorry. I’m a little nervous in this van,” he lied. Normally, that would be Gina’s line. She wasn’t a big fan of car sex. Tonight, she was way too fucked up to care about that. Seth probably could’ve knocked boots with her on the empty stage.

“Sweeeetie,” she soothed. Then inspiration struck. Gina moved carefully around the cases in the van to the dashboard up front. She felt weirdly confident, which in turn made her feel inhumanly sexy. Especially when she was naked from the knees up. She fished around in a box of tapes for a moment. “Ahhh!” she growled triumphantly, snatching up a cassette and jamming it into the stereo. As she wiggled back through the cases and stray gear to find Seth, the first strains of the Cocteau Twins’ “Heaven or Las Vegas” wafted out of the van’s crappy speakers. It’ll do, Gina shrugged to herself. She fixed Seth with her infamous come-hither-now-dammit look.

With a low, predatory noise from deep in her chest, she eased back over him and pried open his lips with her tongue. He was starting to get into it now, his hands raising up to steady her. In a minute or so he was pawing her all over and covering her neck with wet kisses. Gina drank it all in, but she was only getting more aroused. The only thing she could think about now was getting them both off. Resolute with purpose, she slinked down his body, ending up in a crouch between his legs with his cock in her hand again. He looked up at her, and immediately it began to stir. She smiled. Evidently the sight of her between his legs in her leather boots, blonde pussy glistening, was doing it for him. She tentatively pumped her wrist and he came to full attention.

Then she took him completely into her mouth and throat in one smooth motion. She was beyond playing around now. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she intoned, causing his rod to pulse in response. Smiling around his member, she executed a few slow strokes, slowly moving her head up and down, taking care to let her hair brush his stomach and hips each time she reached bottom. He’d probably let her do that to him until he was just about to go off in her mouth, if she left it up to him, but she could stand it no longer. Swiftly, she rose up, straddled him, then impaled herself.

“Jeeeeeeez,” he drawled, obviously surprised at the speed Gina was moving. She grinned to the ceiling as she started to move. Normally she’d make him tease her endlessly before she let him anywhere near her sex, but Dear Lord, it was good to finally be ramming away!

She hadn’t even settled into a rhythm when she was ambushed by another orgasm. She exhaled sharply in violent shudders. She wanted to scream, it felt so good, but she couldn’t get a good enough breath to make any noise. As the waves moved through her hot, flushed body, she never stopped moving.

“Guh-mmmmmmm,” she finally managed, furiously panting. Seth’s breathing was starting to get labored as well, which was about as vocal as he got. But she knew he was a short skip from a monster explosion inside her, so she slowed herself a little. Her thighs were aching now, from their awkward position: Gina was basically crouching over Seth as he lay on the thin road case, a couple of feet off the ground. The pain in her legs was distracting, but she knew one thing that would set her off again.

“C’mon, baby!” she goaded. “Let it go...” And she picked up the pace again. He was moving his hips as best he could now, rising up to meet her on her way down. Their pelvic bones ground together solidly with each stroke. With effort, she massaged his cock on her way up with what muscle control she had left. In another minute, she gave up on that and found herself taking longer and longer to raise up, then quickly grinding down on him.

“Unnnhhh!” she cried, oblivious to the fact that most of the remaining patrons inside Cedric’s heard her. Then her voice lowered an octave. “C’mon, babe. C’mon. Fill me.”

Seth groaned back at her a little. He loved her voice—he’d told her so more than once. She had a deliciously low alto for such a small girl, and he freely admitted that it turned him on. So she knew what would do him in.

“I love fucking you, Seth,” she husked at him, ignoring her aching thighs. “I love to feel your cock inside me. Mmmmmm, yeah. Just like that.”

His breathing quickened and he grabbed her ass for dear life with both hands.

“I love fucking you, Seth. I’ll do whatever you tell me and you can just keep on fucking me,” she had no idea what was coming out of her mouth now, she was just making noise for his benefit. At least, near as she could tell. “I’m yours, Seth. All yours. I’ll do whatever you tell me and I’ll be yours and you can command me. I’ll be powerless to resist you and you can go on fucking me and fucking me and...”

That did it. Seth gripped her waist and stopped her as he ground upward into her. She could feel his cock pulsing as he unloaded into her, which forced her own body to respond with...

OmiGod!

/Thrumthrumthrumthrumthrum/

A white-hot light exploded behind her eyelids and her vision pixelated. The last thing she was aware of was the sound of the road case slipping out from under them...

“Kitten?” Seth was gently shaking her, concern in his voice.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Gina responded, eyelids fluttering. When her vision came into focus, she saw that they were still in the back of the van. How long had she been out? “What...” she attempted.

“You fainted on top of me. About half an hour ago,” he told her. He was alarmed. “Are you okay?”

“O God yeah,” she laughed sleepily. Her body was one giant endorphin. “Where’s everybody?”

“We loaded up our stuff a minute ago. They split in a cab.”

She hoped they were having as much fun as she was.

“We better cruise. We both got work in the morning,” he reminded her, raining on the parade a little.

She frowned, like a three-year-old about to have a tantrum. “Don’t wanna.”

He chuckled softly at her. “I’d say you had a pretty full day today, Ms. Gina.” Something landed on her tummy—her dress and underwear. “Let’s make like a tree and get outa here.”

I haven’t had this much fun with Seth in... ever, she thought to herself. Nice. How’d I get to be such a raging nympho? When did he start being so cool? Her head ached. Tomorrow. I’m not thinking about anything until tomorrow.

With a lurch, Seth began piloting the van out of the alley. Before he made it to the street, she was fast asleep again, her clothes still draped over top of her.