The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

You wake up naked in what appears to be an cell of some sort. As prisons go, it doesn’t seam to be an unpleasant place. Plush white carpeting filling the 10x20 space. A large, soft comfortable bed facing a large screen tv/entertainment center complex. The sliding door on the left side of the cell opens to comfortable bath with a large tub/shower with good water pressure. All the necessary toiletries have been supplied to you. There’s even mint coated dental floss.

There’s a desk against the back wall with a computer. The only program you’ve managed to find on it is an interactive German language program. In the opening directions it informs you that as you progress in the program you will gain increased rewards, including books, movies, and culinary treats.

In the corner is a very expensive stairmaster and exercise machine. A chart hangs on its side with your name on it.

The door to your cell is locked (you had to try anyway). No window. Only a sliding plate that you can’t move. You’ve pounded on the door with no response.

Why are you here? How did you get here? Everything’s so hazy...You remember being in your apartment...the phone rang and then...what?

Time passes. Nothing’s changed. The TV doesn’t work, nor the stereo and the CD player has no discs. Out of lack of anything else to do you start with the German instruction program. “Gutten Abend mein frund!” It bores you. And you click it off.

You pace nervously. You’re scared. It’s strange being naked. It feels like someone is watching you. You decide to make a toga out of your bed sheets. As you are doing so, it suddenly occurs to you to try to take the bed apart. Maybe you can make a weapon or something....

The bed won’t come apart. It’s welded together. But as you pull on a bedpost, its cap comes off. Inside you can see a note. It’s handwritten on blank white copy paper. You read it hoping it will give you some clue of you went from being a book editor to pampered naked prisoner.

I’m writing this as a vain warning, because I fear that anyone who reads it will read it too late. Lord knows where I’ll be tomorrow, possibly somewhere in the Caymans, but I’m not sure, but I hide this here as some testimony to who I am and what happened to me.

My name is Jim Gravois. I’m just an ordinary guy who smoked too much. I don’t smoke anymore, I was cured of that, but at such a price...read and know my story. Though if you are reading this here, then the odds are that this has already happened to you.

As I said, I’m trying to quit smoking. I’d tried everything and I was getting desperate. I’d even try hypnosis. That is how I mind myself in the waiting room of Dr. Vanja, licensed hypnotherapist.

I paced nervously in waiting area. I already had two nic patches on and damnit if I didn’t need a cigarette already. I have tried to quit many times but I don’t have the will power. Each shuttering cough reminds me how much closer to the grave I am getting. I’ve got to quit and if it means going to a hypnotherapist so be it. I just hope the voodoo they do works. I called this guy out of the yellow pages. I just took the first name that I saw. Dr. Vanja. Indian name? Maybe. I didn’t care. I just wanted to stop. I called their office one late night last week after I broke my last cold turkey spell of a mere 5 hours. They confirmed and here I am.

The receptionist must be used to my types. Addictive types. My endless pacing did not disturb her in the least. She gave me a thorough look over when I walked in, but that seamed to be the last of her scrutiny. Pretty girl though. Blond. Pretty face.

My pacing was broken by the door to the inner office opening. A tall man in a nice suit stepped out with a contented, dazed look on his face. Not the doctor I was sure. The receptionist indicated for me to enter.

As I stepped into the doctor’s office, I was immediately struck at the contrast between it and the reception area. Whereas the receptionist lair was cold, impersonal, this office was as intimate as a small cabin. Plush dark carpeting, wood trim, built-in bookcases, a large mahogany desk and the traditional couch, though this one upholstered with overstuffed buttery leather; it looked so inviting...

Finally Dr. Vanja spoke. I hadn’t even seen her. Though I don’t know how I couldn’t have.

“Hello Jim. I’m Dr. Vanja.”

I was awestruck. I wasn’t expecting a woman, much less a woman of such....unusual beauty. She was very dark. Indian? Part black? I couldn’t tell. But she was very sultry. She almost seamed to blend in with the dark surroundings. She had long, straight jet black hair that must have reached to her ass. She was petite, maybe 5′ 2″, but she had a figure. I could see well formed breasts straining against her blouse under her smart jacket. She had pretty dark legs, not too thin but built well for her small frame. Her skirt was uncomfortably short. She moved towards me and we shook hands. I got a slight erotic charge as I could have sworn that she lingered on her grasp. I stumbled to get out some words.

“Oh, hello. I’m sorry I was...”

“I know. It is a nice office.”

“Yes. It is.” I felt like an idiot.

“So how long have you been smoking?”

So much for small talk. I guess the meter is running. That was fine with me, it gave me a chance to take in this beauty before she had me on the couch staring at a swinging watch.

“Long time. I guess I started when I was....5”

She emitted a polite little laugh.

“That long? Old habits are hard to break. But you really want to break this habit don’t you?”

“Real bad. I’ve tried everything. The flesh is willing but the will is weak.”

She cocked an eyebrow.

“Not to worry. After today you will never smoke again. Please,” she gestured towards the couch, “lay back and let’s get started.”

I moved over to the couch. Whereas I was merely nervous before, I was now reaching a strange mixture of anxiety and arousal. The whole situation. A couch, a private office, a beautiful woman putting me under her complete control...the erotic elements were undeniable. I felt my penis begin to stir underneath my jeans. I prayed she would not notice, though if she did she did not say anything about it.

I asked if I should remove my shoes and she indicated I should. The level of eroticism moved up another notch.

The couch was even more comfortable than I imagined. I sunk into it and tried to let it relax me, hoping my budding erection would subside.

Dr. Vanja did not help things. She pulled up a chair and sat by my side. Legs together but uncrossed. From my prone position I was angled to look down the top of her thighs. I imaged what I would find there. I had to actively remind myself not to look at her legs. Resultingly I found myself trying very hard just to look at her eyes. In hindsight, she may have planned it that way on purpose.

“Nervous?” she asked with a polite smile.

“A little bit. I don’t know much about this, other than you can make people think their chickens or bark like a dog.”

She smiled again and laughed a little. She had a nice laugh.

“A hypnotist can’t MAKE someone do anything they don’t want to do. Those people up on the stage are barking like dogs because they want to. They know they’re performing. They’re part of the show. I’ve never been able to make anyone here in my office cluck like a chicken.”

“You’ve tried?”

She smiled again. “Only as an experiment. Hypnotherapy is very different than stage hypnotism. I’m not trying to make the patient to anything they don’t want to do. On the contrary. I’m working WITH a patient to get them to do something they want to do, or in your case, stopping a certain unwanted behavior. Now unless you really WANT to bark like a dog...”

“No, no...just the cigarettes will be fine.”

“All right. Let’s get started. Any other questions?”

“How long does this usually take?”

“A few sessions will usually do it. Are you ready?”

“Yeah. Cure me.”

She looked deep into me and I looked deep back. She had penetrating, beautiful green eyes, like deep pools. I could get lost in them. She held up her forefinger and told me to focus on it. I did. Slowly she moved her finger back and forth and up and down, all the while guiding me to relax and follow her finger. I felt really silly doing it, but, what the hell. She moved in closer to me, leaning forward on her seat. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her spread her legs slightly. As her finger led my eyes downward, I could see easily up her thighs to black lace panties. I enjoyed the linger, but felt compelled to follow her finger back up as glided towards my forehead, all the while straining to with my peripheral vision to catch a glimpse of sweet spot. As I wrestled with this ocular challenge, she continued to speak to me in a low hushed voice, telling me to relax, to feel myself becoming heavier and heavier sinking into the couch...to feel my eyelids becoming very heavy, which they were, the strain of this challenge to follow her finger while looking at her pussy began to take her toll and had to fight to keep my strained eyes open. I think she knew exactly what kind of conflict I was going through. She lowered finger again and I had a clear shot right up her skirt she lingered it there and out of my line of sight, another hand touched my forehead suddenly as she spoke.

“Eyes closed, deep sleep.”

My eyes begrudging closed. She continued to speak, urging my body to feel the weightiness, the heaviness of itself, she started at my feet, to feel them be heavy and leaden, as she said so I felt them tingle and go numb. She worked up my body listing off parts that would then tingle until my whole body felt like it had a mild, but pleasant electric charge running through it. I was aware of my penis also feeling this charge and becoming erect because of it.

This is the last thing I remember about this session.

What happened next I only know because I watched it. On tape. On that large TV across the room from you. They taped it. They had hidden cameras everywhere in that office. I don’t know why they let me watch it. I guess to remind me that I was completely in their control, that I would do anything they wanted. Maybe they just wanted to see my reaction.

Dr. Vanja continued to deepen my hypnotic trance. This continued on for about 20 minutes or so, just talking to me in a low hushed voice, sometimes asking me questions or having me respond. I answered in a distant ethereal voice. Then she began to have me do things. She suggested to me that my arms were tied to big balloons and I watched my arms float helplessly in the air. She lowered them again and suggested to me that they were iron bars and I watched myself desperately trying to bend them to no avail.

She had me open my eyes. I had the look of a drug addict. She stood up and removed her jacket. Then her blouse. I was right about her tits. They were pretty big. As I watched on the tape, I couldn’t believe this happening. Here I was, dead to the world, and this gorgeous woman was getting undressed right in front of me. She continued. The bra and then the skirt and panties. She had a gorgeous round ass and strong legs that supported her short voluptuous frame. Her skin was dark and exotic, tantalizing. I looked at my face that was a mere foot from neatly trimmed dark bush but did not react in the slightest. It just lagged about taking this all in. Somehow this was registering with me though. I could see my penis bulging against my pants. She noticed too and undid my fly to let my pole out to breathe. It stuck out magnificently and I took some pride as she admired it. Or studied it. She looked at it very clinically and felt it as a researcher might. I saw her give it a few squeezes as if to test it for rigidity and feel. I saw her look over it from all angles. She moved her face in close to it as if to smell it and examine it closely. All the while my head lolled to its side seemingly oblivious to all. She stepped away.

She commanded me to get up from he couch and stand before her, which I did. My arms rested languidly by my side in contrast to my penis which jutted out and up from my open fly.

Dr. Vanja asked me if I wanted her. I said yes. She asked how bad. I said very bad. She told me to get undressed. With the enthusiasm of a sleepwalker I did. Soon I stood before her completely naked, completely relaxed except for my penis which began to twitch so slightly.

As if to torture me, Dr. Vanja began to rub her hands all over her body, my eyes began to widen and my penis began to twitch more violently. I began to sway slightly where I stood. On the tape I could see my penis was straining to move forward. I had never seen it so erect, so big.

Dr. Vanja told, no, commanded me to touch her breasts I reached forward and just as I was about to touch them she commanded, “Freeze.”

I could see myself lurch to stop, just inches from these twin orbs of perfect dark luciousness. Desire was pent in my eyes and in my cock. I could not have been more aroused. So I thought.

She stepped away form leaving me there in mid reach. She went over into the intercom and buzzed her secretary.

“Janice, can you bring in the Sikorsky file?”

Janice came into the office and stood before the naked Dr. Vanja, arms limply at her side. At first I thought she was just used to seeing her boss naked with a frozen sexually-aroused man in her office, but then I realized that she too was hypnotized...Dr. Vanja must have given her some sort of hypnotic trigger to bring her into a trance state.

Dr. Vanja told Janice to undress. Her skin looked so fair compared to the dark Dr. Vanja. She was much taller than Vanja with high firm breasts that defied gravity, jutting out from her body. She dropped her skirt around her ankles and stepped out. She was wearing a thong bikini which she wordlessly worked down her shapely long legs. She was a natural blond. Now she stood naked before me. I just stood there helpless. Dr. Vanja told her to lay down. She did. Then Dr. Vanja turned to me, moved in close and said:

“Make love to her.”

Like a pent up dog in heat I was on Janice in seconds. I forwent the foreplay and dove right in it. Dr. Vanja kneeled down beside us and took a good look at me in action, studying my penis as it thrust into her writing receptionist, watching my butt flex and move as I pounded away. She also studied Janice, her reactions, her noises. I was being judged.

On the tape Janice came several times before I shot my load into her and collapsed on her. Spent.

Dr. Vanja commanded for me to go sit on the couch. I did so, my limp penis shiny with moisture. She then commanded Janice to stand and answer questions.

Dr. Vanja interviewed Janice intently regarding my sexual performance, turgidity, length, sensory feel, aroma, she covered all the bases. Satisfied with her answers, the told Janice to dress, leave, then awaken. Janice did so and we were alone again.

Dr. Vanja looked at me again critically. She stroked her chin, deciding...deciding...

“Lay back.”

I did so.

“You are becoming sexually aroused. Look at my body and feel your penis thicken in response. You cannot resist me. You want only to fuck me. You have no other will in you except to fuck me. Say it. Say your want to fuck me.

I watched myself helpless mutter out the words as my cock begin to twitch back to life.

“I want to fuck you.”

“Again.”

“I want to fuck you.”

“What is the most important thing in the world?”

“Fucking you.”

“Very good.”

She seductively ran her fingers lightly over my cock. It jerked up in response.

“Good. Remember, I control your pleasure. Obey me and you will receive it. Deny me and you won’t. Say you will obey me.”

“I will obey you.”

She gave my cock a firm stroke. I shuddered in response.

“Say it again.”

“I will obey you.”

This time she leaned down opened her dark lips and swirled her tongue about my glistening cock head. I arched to meet her.

“Say it again.”

“I will obey you.”

In one swift move she hoisted a leg over my body and quickly impaled herself on my cock. A brief moment of pleasure washed across her face as well.

“Keep saying it. You will not stop until I tell you to stop.”

“I will obey...”

As I spoke she began to lift herself up and down on my cock, timing herself with my words. I began to speak faster, to increase her tempo.

“I will obey..”

Finally I was at the point of no return, barely uttering the phrase to drive her into a fucking frenzy when suddenly I could say it no more, only deep moans as I came like a freight train, still uttering the phrase over and over again, slowing down to bring down her tempo...

“Stop.”

I stopped saying the phrase.

“You now know that obeying me will bring you great pleasure. You will remember that.” You are deeply hypnotized, James and you will fall back deeply into this state whenever I utter the phrase, “Fuck me.” That’s all I have to say and no matter where you are or what you are doing you will fall deeply back into hypnosis and you will know that obeying me will give you great pleasure. I also want you to stop smoking. I will not give you any more pleasure if I find out you are smoking. Every time you want to reach for a cigarette, your subconscious mind will remember that I will not give you pleasure if you smoke and you will stop. Do you understand?”

I nodded.

“I want you to get dressed now Jim.”

I watched myself get dressed and layback down on the couch. Dr. Vanja got dressed at the same time and in a few minutes it was if nothing had ever happened at all.

“I’m going to count to five, and when I reach five you will be wide awake. You will not remember any of this. Your conscious mind will remember nothing, but the suggestions I gave your subconscious mind will remain. 1...2...3..4...5!

I saw myself awaken with a start. I looked about, trying to remember where I was.

“Did it work?”

Dr. Vanja smiled.

“I think so. Call me and let me know if it took. You responded quite well and I think this one session may have done the job.”

“I guess we’ll see.”

Dr. Vanja escorted me to the door and we discussed payment etc.

“Good-bye Jim. I’ll call and follow up in a few days.”

“Okay. Thanks doc.”

“My pleasure.”

I left the office not having remembered at all the events that had transpired. I’ll say one thing though, the hypnosis took. Sometimes I would reach for a cigarette and something, though I wasn’t sure what, would stop. I felt great to finally free of nicotine. But I wasn’t free.

A few days later, I got a phone call. It was Dr. Vanja.

“Hello?”

“Hello Jim, how are we doing?”

“Great, I haven’t touched a cigarette since.”

“That’s wonderful Jim. Say, I don’t suppose you’d want to fuck me?”

My mind shut down instantly and the world faded around me. I remember only Dr. Vanja’s voice after that...instructing me...

I awoke dazed and confused. My head swirled as I tried to piece together the events that lead me here. I vaguely remembered the phone call...and little else...in time I would remember all...Dr. Vanja, the fantastic, mesmeric sex, but at the time I could remember nothing.

Time passed and nothing happened. That’s the scariest. Just having no knowledge. No one answering me when I yelled, or pounded on the door. The TV didn’t work, nor the stereo...just the computer. I liked the program though...“The Magic of Sex”. A CD Rom interactive sex manual with lesson plans and schedules on how to make me a better lay. At least that kept me occupied. For lack of anything better to do, I jacked off to the program a couple of times.

Finally, I got some response that I was not alone. A tray of food was slipped through a slot in floor of the door. And ran over and began banging on the door, screaming for someone to answer, to demand to know what was going on, but no answer came. I looked at the food. Vegetarian dish, eggplant. Some rice, a small container of fruit juice. I ate it slowly. Savoring the tastes. To experience the sensation of anything felt wonderful. It was weird, laying there naked on the bed lounging and eating....for a moment it wasn’t actually bad....all the hassles, and the responsibilities, all the bills of my life seemed so unimportant at that very moment. I had no idea how much time had passed since I left my apartment until I arrived here. Deadlines at work were just whizzing by and there was nothing I could do about it.

Suddenly, the television turned on, startling me. I stopped eating and looked at the image fading in. It was Dr. Vanja, sitting behind her desk in her office. She looked right to the camera and spoke.

“Hello Jim. I suppose you’re wondering what’s going on. Well I’m going to tell you. Like it or not, you are being groomed to be a....male companion for a lonely rich woman who is paying us a lot of money to have you properly trained in the was of servitude. You are about to enjoy a pampered life. Your every need will be taken care of. In exchange for this, your mind will be placed firmly in the control of this woman. You obey her every command and provide for her whatever she wishes. Let me tell you about her. She is an older woman, about 49. Not unattractive, but no great beauty. She has grown up in a privileged life and has come to distrust men, as they all seemed to be attracted to her for her money. Resultingly, she has gone through a series of horrible relationships and she lost all trust for men. However, she borders on nymphomania when it comes to her sex drive and her social position does not allow her the freedom to fuck random men on the street. That’s where we come in. One of our clients recommended us to her with the promise that would could give her the ultimate fuck toy. A man who would not lie, cheat, or steal, who would fuck her at the drop of the hat and then go downstairs and make a fantastic after-sex snack for her...willingly and cheerfully. Women dream of such a man...however, as we know, no such man exists. That is why we are creating one. You will be that man. As you have shown me in my office, you are both highly susceptible to hypnosis, very sexually charged, and a good fuck. You are clean, good looking....and she likes the way you fuck me....you have been chosen. Congratulations. Over the next two months we are going to enhance your abilities...get you shape, increase your sexual prowess, teach you to cook and deepen your responsiveness to hypnotic control. In fact, I believe you are getting sleepy right now.....”

She was right...I was getting sleepy. Drugs in the food?

“Fuck me Jim. Fuck me.”

I fought the wave of drowsiness that hit me, along with a sudden powerful erection, my mind got all cottony as visions of fucking Dr. Vanja began to fill my head...I felt such a need to lay back, and flow with these feelings...I felt an overwhelming need to obey...

And so it went on....the training, the exercises, the continual mental conditioning, the lessons in sexual prowess...It’s very weird. I feel like I’m myself, but when this woman or Dr. Vanja tells me to do something, I just do, it, no matter how strange it seams to me, or how much I want to run and get away, I just obey them, I can’t help it...its strange to recognize this, yet still be compelled to do as I’m told. In my mind, I know that I should be horrified at what I’ve become, but I’m not...I’m happy with it. And, yes, I know my mind has been manipulated to think this, but I can’t help it...it’s what I think. They even took me out in public once. To a restaurant. I wanted to make a dash for it, I wanted to scream to the waiter to call the police....instead I ordered a 59 Monte Blanc....I’ve also been trained in knowledge of fine wines. Its so strange to see your body not responding to what you tell it to do, and then to accept this condition as normal.

.I’m running out of paper here. Good luck to you, whoever you are. I think I’m going somewhere in the Caymans...at least that will be nice, I don’t know. It is strange....I didn’t think my life would end up this way. What an unusual twist.

You read the note over again. It’s coming back to you now. Dr. Katreen...the smoking clinic. You always suspected something was amiss. The most unusual being the memory of standing naked in your apartment with cum oozing down your cock after a mysterious phone call. It all added up now...but now what? In answer to your question the TV flicks on. It’s Dr. Katreen, as radiant as ever.

“Good afternoon Chris. It’s Dr. Katreen. You’re getting sleepy.......”