The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

5:35pm

Fred was in his pickup, a beat up but well-maintained ’98 Dodge Dakota he received for his 16th birthday. His father, Daniel Markinson, taught him a properly maintained vehicle will last well beyond expectations. The same had worked for his father before cancer took him a couple years back. His father would have been the first person he confided in. Possibly the only one.

He went over the current situation. Five hours ago, he ordered fellow student Lara Clark and his favorite teacher Professor Alexandra Muniz to both give him a blowjob, which they did with enthusiasm. They didn’t follow his orders specifically, maybe because they were already in a heightened state of arousal. The pair had been ready to attend to each other’s needs before he stopped them. Fred was sure Lara had never done anything remotely that daring. For that matter, neither had he. Alexandra might be another story.

Last night, Deborah Stallings had tried to make advances on him and during their flirtatious banter they had discovered Fred could tell her what to do; line crossed. However, Fred managed to salvage the situation by changing Deborah’s recollection of events. Another line crossed but one that was necessary for a few reasons: mainly, his newfound ability to influence large swaths of people needed to be kept secret. The thought that the government knew he had this ability terrified him. That alone was reason enough to use it as sparingly as possible.

Fred suspected he picked this ability up during the clinical trials over the weekend. He’d gone in on Friday his normal self, had spent time with the test group over the weekend, gotten his blood drawn more than a few times by a woman and they weren’t influenced. The first person he saw after he left the NireCue facility was Deb.

At some point, Fred was going to have to trust someone and right now he was leaning towards Deb. He was going to have to research ways to limit the effects of the odor he exuded. He decided read up and thought they might be pheromones. He was going to have to ask someone about that. He didn’t know many people, but Deb did. He wanted to get Deb something before their date tonight and thought it would make a great gift. He grinned.

Fred felt better about things as he approached the police station. He parked and went inside.

7:45pm

Fred took his time as he entered the busy hall. He wore a collared, rust-colored polo short-sleeve shirt tucked into his favorite stonewashed jeans and a belt. He strolled through the lounge area, not surprised by the brisk activity. Students were everywhere in little clusters, their attention in laptops, books, cellphones, etc. Finals week was less than a week away. He reminded himself of the manilla folder he was holding while looking at his own cell. He was relieved Deb hadn’t cancelled. Fred wondered how many people he could affect with his pheromones. He hadn’t been able to dominate any classrooms, but he knew he could influence people if he hung out with them for a time. An area as large as the well-ventilated hall lounge would take quite awhile. Fred reasoned he would have to talk to someone at length in order to be able to give any orders. He thought maybe he should try to convince Deb to come down here or take her outside. They could go for a walk. She would like that; they could talk without having to worry about her becoming a raving, monosyllabic sex beast.

He lost track of time and realized it was 7:57, so he vaulted up the stairs to the fourth floor. Within minutes he was in the same spot as last night. He knocked on the door and heard her yell “Come in, Freddy!” With a deep breath he opened the door and went inside. The time on the clock said 7:59pm.

Fred saw Deb and nearly melted where he stood. She wore a purple, simple everyday colored workout dress that clung to every curve. She looked amazing as she stood there, sporting an enigmatic grin as she appraised him with her usual poker face.

“Say Deb,” He began, “you look real nice tonight.” Fred tried to play it cool.

She sauntered over, embracing him. He returned it as tenderly as he could. Deb was equal parts hard and soft in all the right places; she had the kind of body an aerobics instructor would envy.

“You smell really good, Freddy. Or should I say, ‘Mr. Scorekeeper’?”

“Well, that’s what we should talk about, right? Did you want me to take you to dinner?”

She shook her head. “I already ate and it’s too late for that.” She turned to the clock on her desk as if for emphasis. The pair were still hugging. Neither seemed to want to let go of the other. “We’re staying in. In fact, you’re staying here tonight.” She looked up at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Unless you don’t want to.” Her lower lip curled outward sympathetically.

Fred stared back at Deb. “You had me at ‘Come in’.” He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up so their faces were inches apart. She situated her arms around his neck as she let out a devious cackle.

“Oh, Mr. Scorekeeper?” She asked coyly.

“Yes dear?”

“At this all-inclusive resort, clothing is optional.”

Erection achieved. Fred leaned in and kissed Deb. Softly at first, tenderly. Fred held Deb against him by the waist, his hands on the small of her back. Her legs encircled him with the grace of the gymnast, ankles locking at the small of his back as Deb kissed Fred with a need born of pent-up desire.

It was that fire Fred first matched then surpassed. Their tongues danced and darted as they probed each other’s mouths. Fred’s hands sought purchase on Deb’s ass as he kneaded the taught flesh. She broke the kiss, her half-lidded eyes looking deeply into his. She leaned forward, nibbling his ear. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

Fred carried Deb over to the same desk they’d flirted on last night. He set her on the desk as gently as he could, then took a step back. He slowly began undoing his belt.

Fred took his time undressing. He felt clumsy, mainly because he was trying not to be. There was also the distraction of the devastatingly gorgeous creature eyeing him hungrily. He left his underwear for last, shimmying it down his legs, then kicking it at Deb. It missed feebly, landing on top of her small fridge. She stifled a giggle, her eyes momentarily filled with mirth over the silly act, until she appraised his manhood. He was hard as a rock. Her right eyebrow arched in appreciation, and his cock pulsed in response. She tore her eyes away from his erection to look him in the eye.

“I think you want to see my chest tattoo, Freddy.” Deb’s voice was husky and filled with need.

He nodded. “Yes, I do.” He had to fight the urge not to add Mistress. He was not going to come over until she told him to. She was in charge.

A trembling smile appeared on her lips.

“Freddy,” She asked, her voice a heated whisper, “you should come over here and take off my clothes.”

He needed no other invitation. He moved over to Deb, sliding his hands up her bare thigh, under the dress and over a pair of soft, cotton panties. They were once again in close contact, not quite kissing, just getting lost in each other. Deb sensuously rotated her hips, allowing Fred to slide her panties off. He moved them down her legs slowly, caressing them as he did, eliciting plaintive sounds of passion from her. Her calves were baby smooth and incredibly toned. When he finally slid them off her dainty feet, he could feel how soaked her panties were. As he wrapped the fabric around his cock, he felt the wetness around his throbbing hardon as he rubbed her juices in. Fred had one hand on her leg while the other slowly jacked himself off with her soaked undies.

Deb broke at the sight. One hand went to her pussy, the other cupped a breast through her dress as she watched Fred pleasure himself with her panties. Deb watched as Fred moved his hand from her muscled thigh to her breast. She reveled in the feeling of his strong hand on her breast. She put her hand over his. Fred pinched her nipple and leaned in to take her mouth with his own. Deb readily accepted as they kissed wetly. Her fingers strummed her womanhood as she grabbed the back of Fred’s neck with the other. Fred moved his hand up her neck and into her hair. She took his scent in deeply, and as they kissed, she came, moaning into his mouth, her hips gyrating erotically. Fred released, filling Deb’s panties with his seed. After a time, their lips separated, a line of spit cradling between their two mouths, only breaking when Fred moved to take off Deb’s dress.

“I wouldn’t want to ruin your dress.” His octave was ridiculously low. He watched Deb tremble with orgasmic aftershocks and realized he was shaking with lust as well. She moved her arms up over her head and arched her back, giving Fred access as he gently pulled her dress over her head. Her flowing blond hair spilling out. His cock lurched again when he saw her bare breasts for the first time.

“Thank you, Freddy.” She watched him watch her. Her hand went to her mouth and wiped their mixed saliva off her chin.

Deb’s supple breasts swayed hypnotically; her dime-sized nipples on half-dollar sized areola distended with excitement. Adding to the eroticism was her chest tattoo, a collection of roses that extended under each breast, meeting at her sternum to form a rose. To Fred, Deb was the most beautiful woman he’d seen.

“Deb, if it’s alright with you, could I eat your pussy?” Fred made sure to ask, not command.

Deb smiled. “Oh Freddy.” Her eyes glistened with emotion. Fred’s hands roamed her perfect legs. She took his face in both of her hands.

“Let me show you the answer.” She spoke with heat as she guided him between her legs. Fred desperately wanted to please Deb and proceeded to feast on the folds of her womanhood labia, using his tongue to manipulate her nether petals. He was rewarded with high pitched sounds of pleasure. He dragged his tongue from her anus to the top of her honeypot.

“Oooooooooh, use your tongue on it. Take my pussy. Take it!” She moaned as she wrapped her thighs around his head. Her arms gripped the desk for support.

“Does that feel grnmmwah…” His words were smothered by Deb’s vulva, her hips undulating to the rhythm of Fred’s tongue. Fred grasped the globes of her ass, squeezing the pliant flesh.

“Ahhhhh, Freddy Ohgodohgodohgodohgod!” Deb wailed. Her hands continued to grip the desk for support, her legs hung over Fred’s shoulders as she ground her honeypot over Fred’s tongue, his lips, nose, and chin. She began crying in passion, her words became gibberish as another long orgasm rocked through her. Fred began working Deb’s clit, gripping her for all he was worth, feeling the warmth of her thighs grip his head in a vice. His nose flared as he struggled to breath. This was where he wanted to be.

“OhGOD thatsmyclit FREDDY takethatclit!”

Her wish was his command. Fred was in danger of drowning in Deb’s juices, but he soldiered on. He wanted to up the ante, so he took one of his hands away from Deb’s bottom and brought his fingers into play, inserting first one and then two into her vagina, matching the rhythm of her incredible hips. He could see her belly, abs working, a thin sheen of sweat around her belly button as she ground against him.

Time passed. Deb’s body started going through a series of convulsions as her strength began to leave her. She slowly crumpled weakly. Fred scooped her into his sore arms, carrying her naked body over to the bed. He laid her down as gently as he could and was going to step away when her hand shot out, taking hold of his wrist.

“Stay with me.” She muttered. “Freddy, stay with me tonight.”

Fred smiled. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“Because I didn’t. I’m telling you not to go.”

Fred obeyed, crawled into her bed. As their bodies entwined, she kissed Fred hard on the lips.

“You taste good, and you smell good.”

“That’s because you’re tasting your own flavor, Deb.”

She blushed with embarrassment.

“Don’t be bashful, Deb.” Fred said, evenly. “You should like how you taste.”

Her eyes glazed over. “I should…” Her eyes refocused.

Fred’s eyes scrunched shut in frustration as he realized he’d just given an order. He remembered he should take back some of the changes he had made last night.

“Say, Deb.”

“Yeah Freddy?”

“You were ordered to be more attracted to me with each touch, do you remember?”

The young beauty slipped into a more suggestive state as she nodded. “Yes. Attraction growing with touch…”

“Deb, I want you to forget that specific order.”

“Forget the order.” She repeated evenly.

“Deb, you shouldn’t feel embarrassed about anything when it’s just you and me. Especially about sex.” Fred hoped he worded the command right. He felt that he was learning more from failure than success. He really wanted to be able to control his pheromones as well. He also wanted to be able to bounce ideas off someone who was smarter than he was.

“Deb, I want you to snap out of it.” Once her eyes refocused, Fred kissed her lightly on the cheek.

“Jesus, Freddy. I nearly dozed off there. You really tuckered me out. And damn few guys have been able to do that.” Deb kissed him back.

Fred loved the feel of her body on his. Her breath on his shoulder, her leg over his, her hand on his chest, fingers making little circles on his skin as they talked.

“Say, Deb, how do you feel about recent events?”

She considered his question. Propping herself up on her side so she could look down on him, she thought about it before she spoke. She moved her hand from his chest to his hair, lightly caressing it while she answered the question.

“I feel lots of things, Freddy. I won’t lie; there’s a lot to like about…” She shook her head, disbelief apparent on her face. “…us. This thing. What this is. Freddy, do you know how many guys I’ve slept with?”

Fred shook his head.

“Damn few. And in my dorm? You’re the first, so hat’s off to you.” She grinned, but Fred saw trepidation as well.

“I came to school to be a Physical Therapist. To qualify I need a 3.3 cumulative, minimum. My goal is 4.0. That’s my priority. One of the first classes I took at the college was horrible and you know who helped me get an A?” Deb shot him an arched eyebrow.

Fred shook his head again, unsuccessfully suppressing a grin. The two chuckled together.

“Freddy, I like you a lot. But I’m worried, you know? No, not worried. Frightened.” Fred could tell she had a hard time admitting that. “So far I’ve been in control of my destiny. But Freddy, for the last 24 hours I do not feel in control. I feel the exact opposite. It’s like I’m losing myself. I’m thinking about things I normally wouldn’t in ways I never have. I am completely out of control.”

Fred took her hand in his.

“What if I could help you get back that control?”

“I’d ask how you intend to do that.”

“Ok Deb. I’m going to tell you a story about a guy who came back from clinical trials and found out he could cause people to lose control. Now this guy didn’t know he had this ability until a good friend of his lost control around him.” Fred paused to let that sink in. He could see Deb processing things.

“This guy can do all this because he emits a scent that somehow turns women on. Maybe some guys too, but I haven’t…I mean, he hasn’t been able to find out yet. He’s still bumbling around, this guy. He’s scared shitless because he desperately doesn’t want to change her. And this guy is extremely out of his depth, Deb. He needs a friend to help him deal with this thing.”

As Fred explained, Deb listened. Nothing much changed in her body language since she had already told him how she felt.

“Fred, what I’m hearing is that you have the ability to control women’s minds.”

Fred shook his head. “Not directly, but kind of. I don’t know much about the smell, other than it smells like vanilla, caramel, and other stuff. I know that because I was trapped on an elevator on my way to class today and it had an…effect on nearly everyone in there.”

Deb nodded, seeming to follow his logic. “So, your pheromones strips willpower, but ramps up the libido?”

Fred nodded. “Pretty much. I can give someone an order and they will do it. I haven’t experimented with it much, though.”

Deb flushed a bit. “Then you should experiment more.”

“Pardon?” Fred shot Deb an amazed look.

“I’m assuming you discovered most of this due to our proximity. That is, if what you’re saying is true, the reason I’ve been out of control is due to the pheromone. I think a wise first step would be to see you could order me to ignore the smell. Then you could show me how it works.”

Fred blinked. “I hadn’t considered that.”

“Well then, it’s good that you have a friend to help.”

For the next ten minutes Fred and Deb brainstormed on wording a command that would allow her to simply ignore any smell that came from Fred. He also would provide a rider that made Deb aware that she could not smell him. The two had gotten out of bed and were cleaning up. They showered separately, but both were still nude.

“I want you to add one more command, Freddy. When I hear the words terminal and cupcake used in a sentence, that reactivates my ability to smell you. Oh, and only you and I will be able to activate it.”

Fred nodded. “I’ll do my best.” He gave the order in specific, precise words. He saw her glaze over a few times but never more than a second.

“So, how do you feel?” Fred asked, after.

“Can’t smell you anymore.” Deb lamented. She looked crushed.

“Deb, I order you to put your clothes on.” Deb looked him. No glaze.

“Deb, are you ok?”

“Yeah, I guess so. It just feels a bit empty. It’s hard to describe.”

“But do you feel more in control?”

Deb nodded, offering a weak smile. “Yeah, I do.”

“You feel sad. Probably a side effect of the smell.”

“You’re probably right. Ok, we need to meet up for lunch tomorrow. I have an idea who your first…second test subject will be. Remember Onvipa?”

“The girl you set me up on a date with?”

“The very same.”

“Nice eyes, gorgeous ass?” Fred tried to deadpan his delivery. He was expecting a punch or a remark, but she was deep in thought.

“How did the date with her go?” She asked, nonplussed. Fred tried to look for any jealousy and saw none. She was on her feet, animated and processing.

“Not well. She was way out of my league, and she knew it. I fist-bumped her.”

That snapped Deb from her reverie.

“You did what?” Deb asked incredulously.

“It was a really awkward date, and I didn’t know how to say goodbye. It was either a fist-bump or a handshake. I went with fist-bump.”

Deb laughed for a few minutes as tears rolled down her face. Fred grinned, too.

“Freddy?”

“Yeah, Deb?”

“Let’s go to bed. I’ll set the alarm early so you can get back to your dorm and get ready for class.”

“Oh Deb, I forgot! I brought you something.” Fred walked over and retrieved the manilla envelope from the back of his pants, then put it on Deb’s desk as Deb snuggled in her bed.

“What’s that?”

“I went to the police station and um, requested some information I thought you might want.”

Deb was intrigued as Fred climbed back into bed with her. She still wanted him, but since she had her control back, things were different. She didn’t want to say anything, but if this whole thing were true, the fact that he could have ordered her to love him and chose not to made her want him all the more. Freddy indeed had game.

“What kind of information would I need from the cops?” She asked.

“Well, for my first act as the official scorekeeper of the Ponytail Express, I found out where Mia Ryan lives and where she works.”

Deb’s smile lit up the dark room. She was deeply moved by the gift, but wanted to tease her new boyfriend.

“Fred, a present like that deserves a fist-bump.”