The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Delia followed Skye up the path, to the crest of the hill. She caught her breath as she caught up with Skye, huffing air in and out as she waited for her heart rate to slow. She leaned over and rested her hands on her knees to get a deeper breath.

After a few minutes, her breathing had evened out, and her heart was no longer thudding in her ears. Delia straightened back up to standing, and looked out ahead of her. From the vantage point she’d arrived at, standing there next to Skye at the end of the trail, she could see that the hill overlooked a set of rocky cliffs. She was surprised by this, not because it was so strange that a hilly path might lead to an overlook — that was a pretty unremarkable occurrence, all things considered. But the image of the cliffs, as presented by the overlook, was surprising in itself.

Of all the cliffs Delia had ever seen, this set was alarmingly close to the water. The sea line was only about ten feet down from the clifftop. And the angle of the hill gave a perfect view of the waves crashing up against the cliffside.

Delia had never seen the sea come up against any cliffs the way it was coming up against these—and it was a lot more violent than she would have expected. When Skye had suggested taking a walk by the water, so Delia could enjoy an ocean view, it had all sounded very tranquil. But these rushing, smashing waves were anything but.

Delia turned to Skye, who was surveying the sea with a look of approval. “It’s more violent than I thought,” Delia admitted. “I’ve never seen water behave like this.”

“Let’s sit and watch for awhile,” Skye suggested, lowering herself to sit on the grass. Delia followed Skye’s example, as she always did. It was only once she was sitting down next to Skye that she questioned her quick acquiescence to Skye’s suggestion.

But that too was familiar— when Skye made suggestions, Delia found herself following them faster than she could think. Only once she’d finished following did she have time to reflect back on that tendency in herself: her first instinct was always to do whatever Skye said.

She always arrived back at the same point of reflection, thinking how strange it was for her to follow so thoughtlessly, even though it felt like the most natural thing in the world to her. She had gotten so used to following in Skye’s wake she hardly thought about it anymore, outside of these brief moments on the other side of Skye’s instructions.

As it turned out, sitting on the grass only several feet back from the cliff was peaceful, after all. Delia could feel the sun on her face, and she watched its rays catch on the sea’s surface, setting the waves gleaming with golden light. The water was pretty if you avoided looking right at the cliff line.

“It’s inexorable, you know,” Skye said, genially.

“What?” Delia asked, startled out of her appreciation for the sun and the water.

“The waves just keep coming and coming forever—they never stop,” Skye commented.

Delia thought it was kind of a strange thing to say, but she supposed Skye had a point. The way the waves crashed up against the rock did seem to give them a certain determination.

“But the cliff wall is solid,” Delia countered; it was almost a reminder, or reassurance to herself. And she found it steadied her to look at the rocks, and not the water. It tempered the violence of the waves.

“Is it?” Skye asked. “Over time, the cliff wall gives way to the relentless crashing of the waves. It takes thousands— hundreds of thousands— even millions of years sometimes. And it’s imperceptible to us, and to the human eye. But every time the water crashes into the cliff wall, it wears it down by just a small amount. With each passing second, the wall is a fraction weaker than it was a second before, and the waves never, ever stop. They just keep coming, and coming, and taking… and taking… until eventually the cliff wall has worn down to nothing. One day, where we’re sitting will only be a beach, and there will be no sign this cliff wall was ever even here.”

Delia couldn’t help but shiver at the thought. It destabilized her somehow, made her feel unsteady—and the image of the waves took on a more sinister meaning now. It had been only violent before, and that had been bad enough — destabilizing in itself. But now she could almost see how it was damaging, even hurting the rock every time the water struck. And she saw Skye was right—the waves came on.

As each set crashed, there was always another line of waves right behind it, ready to follow it up, and there was line after line of waves stretching as far as Delia could see. Even the sun’s reflection on the water, which she had been admiring earlier, couldn’t project tranquility anymore.

The entire sea was only lying in wait, preparing to strike the cliff. And there was an endless ocean beyond the horizon, and all of that water would eventually be here… and there was even more water that would come from all the distant corners of the world. All the other oceans and seas, all of their water would pass from ocean to ocean, eventually to end up here… all the water of the world waiting to wear down this cliff again and again… forever… for thousands of years…

The thought made Delia sad, but aside from that sadness, it was also tiring to think about. All of that water, and all of that time… the thought alone was filling up her mind, giving her a headache.

“Of course, it doesn’t always take thousands or hundreds of thousands, or millions of years to wear something down. Your will, for instance—it’s not nearly as strong as this cliff, and I am already wearing away at it,” Skye commented, her voice still cheerful.

Delia was startled by the shift in subject, but couldn’t seem to express that verbally—nor could she take her eyes off that water, the crashing, the surging, the replenishing… forever…

“I am the waves, and you are the cliff,” Skye said, her voice turning tender. “My power and my Will, keep crashing up against yours, and against you, taking more and more of your strength. Wearing your will, and your desire to think for yourself down to nothing. One day, your mind will be just like that future beach—smooth, perfectly smooth and placid, leaving no sign that there was ever a cliff wall… your mind will be smooth, perfectly smooth and placid, leaving no sign you ever had a will of your own…”

Delia wanted badly to speak, to correct, to object… but she couldn’t… the waves were crashing up against the wall, against her… She was the wall, or it was her, and she knew how that image of violent crashing water felt in her own body, in her own mind. She could feel the waves coming at her unrelentingly. They felt like Skye’s voice filing her mind, and wearing her down to nothing, to perfect, placid smoothness…

“It will be a relief,” Skye said, and Delia was suddenly desperate to know just how it could be a relief… this was all so exhausting, so tiring. It took so much just to sit in place, and withstand the onslaught rolling over her. “When I have finally worn your mind down to nothing, the waves won’t crash anymore. My power will no longer crash and take and overpower you… it will quietly surge into your mind, coaxing, and caressing pleasantly, and all the discomfort and stress this is causing you will be forgotten… and all you will feel is my peaceful pleasure.”

That did sound nice, Delia couldn’t help but concede. Quiet waves lapping at the shore of a beach…

“So just watch the waves, dear,” Skye said, and Delia felt Skye’s hand on the back of her neck, at the roots of her hair, stroking gently. “Know that as you watch them, you are really watching my power wear away at your mind and your will—with every wave crash, you become weaker, and more pliable, the rocky surface of your mind smoothed out just that much more. Keep watching.”

Delia’s eyes were glued now to the scene before her, and she felt her mind shifting ever so slightly with each crash of the waves.

“Good girl,” Skye purred. “You just keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll bring you back tomorrow again.”

Delia couldn’t help but think how nice that would be… how nice to be smooth, warmly caressed and coaxed by Skye’s power… the waves would be still, only ripples on the surface of her mind…

The waves crashed against the cliffs once more, and Delia felt one more tiny shard of herself wear away.