The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Shelly pulled out of her driveway and into the street. Driving by rote, she found herself in the Grands, the artsy, alternative area of the city. It was Friday night, and the crowds were swarming despite the cool fall weather.

After a frustrating ten minutes of trying to find a parking space, she got out of the car and walked to the small shop where she’d found the Dream Stone. It wasn’t that she wanted to go there for fun this time. It was a matter of necessity.

Her life had become too bizarre for words. Two of her managers had agreed to anything she said, and acted on it—and she didn’t understand why. It stirred some animal, basic thing in her, where sex and power and curiosity mixed into irresistible daydreams of lust and domination. She needed to understand what was going on.

Somehow, she knew the answer to the mystery had to be with the woman who owned the store, even though she realized the thought had no logical basis.

Besides her quest for knowledge, she had a perfectly normal reason to stop in. She couldn’t remember even buying the thing, and she was afraid she’d inadvertently not paid for it. Its appearance in her life didn’t have that kind of feeling; it was almost as if the Dream Stone was a part of her. But she wanted to be sure it was just a lapse of memory rather than unintended thievery.

Not that a memory lapse would be all that great, either.

She pulled the door open and heard the tinkling of the tiny bell as she walked in.

“I was wondering when you’d be back,” said the old woman as she appeared in the curtained doorway that led from the back room. “I’m sure you have some questions.”

Shelly was taken aback. Thinking about Maggie, the proprietress, was a distinctly different sensation from hearing her voice. The voice sang to her. It tickled her in secret places. She didn’t even stop to wonder how she knew the old woman’s name.

She was much too distracted. She was horny. Wet.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?“ she thought. ”For the love of Pete, I’ve never been attracted to women, much less old... angelic...“ Her brow furrowed as she tried to discern where the shift in thought had come from.

“Well, I was wondering about this thing,” she said, pulling the small brownish ceramic stone from her coat pocket.

“Ah. So your life has taken a strange little turn, has it?”

“Yes.”

“Why don’t you come to the back, disrobe, and tell me all about it,” said Maggie, smiling as if she’d just asked Shelly if she would like a cup of coffee. “And if you like,” she added, “I’ll carry the stone for you.”

“Thank you!” said Shelly. As they walked to the back, she had no idea why she felt so grateful, but it was hard to think about as pleasant tingles spread over her skin. Besides, she needed to shed her clothes.

It was only moments until Shelly was standing naked before the old woman, her clothes neatly folded and placed on a nearby chair. She began her prepared speech.

“You see, I found this a few days ago and I remember looking at it but I don’t remember paying for it and I was thinking I might have taken it without thinking since I can’t remember and I was worried you’d be angry and actually would not have been surprised to see the police at my door and...” Shelly babbled, barely stopping for breath.

She continued her tale, unable to keep track of the words as they poured out of her, confessing the tiniest details of her encounters with Marsha, her manager, and Jim Morley, the Senior Vice President. “...then Mr. Morley set it all up and I can’t believe it and I have no idea how this is happening and I was wondering if you knew what was happening to...”

As her story went on and on, Maggie held the stone in both hands and looked at Shelly. ”Magnificent,“ was the only word that came to mind.

Shelly’s face was becoming red as she realized she couldn’t stop talking. It was as if the request to “tell her all about it” was a command that was going to pump every last bit of information out of her. It took her most of an hour before the words came to a halt and she was able to relax her tongue, which was now sore from its workout.

There was a long moment of silence as Maggie considered the beautiful woman standing naked before her. “Shelly. It’s alright to remember, now,” she said, a harsh rasp entering her voice.

Another, larger shift swept through her soul. Shelly fell to her knees in awe and hid her eyes from the brilliance before her. It all came flooding back to her—how God had revealed Herself and told her things. Secret things. Things she must do and feel. Words and thoughts she would obey without thinking.

God spoke. Shelly listened.

“Over the next month, you will transform, precious one. We’ll begin with your appearance...”

As Maggie continued, the words wrote themselves into Shelly’s heart and soul.

Lisa Stendahl watched Shelly pack boxes of things that had occupied the unused cubicle for nearly two months. She’d never cared for her much. She was lazy, insecure and usually defensive in any conversation.

There was something different about her now, though. Beyond her hair, which flowed free and curly, like a gypsy’s, she had some kind of inner confidence. It was almost a glow. While she had never heard what happened, she had assumed Shelly had skipped town or taken another job in the company. Jim Morley had only said she was on “special assignment”. When she couldn’t find out any more, she let it drop.

And to tell the truth, without Shelly adding events to her cynical gossip, it had been slim to none on getting any dirt. She decided to walk over and see if she could get something juicy to spread around. It was certainly worth a shot.

“Heya, Shel. I guess this is it, huh? Leaving, I mean,” she said, leaning on the open corner of the cubicle.

“In a manner of speaking, yes. I’m busy with more... interesting things, now.” Shelly looked at Lisa and gave her a bright smile. It was very different than the Shelly who’d left weeks ago.

“You found a guy, huh,” teased Lisa, leaning in and whispering a bit. “Is it Jim Morley?”

“No, silly. And it’s not a guy. It’s... well, it’s hard to explain.”

“Try me.”

“I don’t want to talk about it here.”

Lisa was hooked. She knew she was on to something, and she felt a deep craving to find out what it was. She was already imagining the busy phone calls Monday as she asked, “Do you want to talk about it anywhere else? I mean, I’m really interested. As a friend, you know.”

“I didn’t know you thought of me that way, Lisa,” said Shelly, her shyness coming back out into the light. “I always thought you... well, to be blunt, you’ve never had very nice things to say about me. Or so I’ve been told.”

“Not true, Shel! The people who told you that were telling me the same thing about you! It just took me awhile to figure it out, is all.” She brought her voice down to a whisper again. “And we all need all the friends we can get, right?”

“I suppose. I do need someone to talk to. So much has happened. Weird things. Wonderful things. Scary things,” admitted Shelly.

“So, a drink after work, maybe?” asked Lisa, hoping.

“No, too public. This is really very secret stuff. I’d have to know I could trust you, Lisa.”

“You can! Really.” Lisa made sure her voice dripped with well-practiced sincerity.

“Okay, look. Why don’t you come over tonight, and have dinner. Bring some wine. I really do want to talk to someone about all this, and I haven’t had a chance at all.”

“Ooh, a date!” said Lisa, giggling.

“Oh, come on, Lisa. I’m not like... that.”

“I know, I know,” replied Lisa. She’d felt the walls come up and realized she’d nearly blown it. “I’m not either. Sometimes I tease too much.”

“It’s okay, really. Seven or so?”

“Okay, Shelly. And Shel?”

“Yes?”

Lisa leaned in again and lowered her voice still further. “Thank you for trusting me.”

Shelly smiled but didn’t say anything. She turned away and licked her lips. She couldn’t wait for dinner.

As promised, Lisa showed up just after seven. She looked rather fetching in her black, bloused silk pants, black platform boots and white silk blouse. The lack of color offset her dark, scarlet-highlighted hair. It was a little out of fashion, but it fit Lisa in a way that made sense.

Shelly, dressed in her own garish ensemble of sweat pants and Old Cavalry t-shirt, smiled as she let in her former co-worker. “Wow! You look fabulous, Lisa! Sorry I’m not better dressed, but I like to be comfortable at home...”

“Don’t worry, I just put this on for the fun of it,” she said, laughing as she handed Shelly the promised bottle of wine.

While Shelly went off to open and pour the Beaujolais, Lisa looked around the spacious living room in mute approval. Shelly’s well-known interest in interior design had paid off. From the white couch and asymmetrical club chairs to the branches mounted above the fireplace mantle, it was a picture of understated elegance. Even the large, multi-colored ottoman somehow fit. The artwork hung sparsely was varied, giving a sense of chaos tamed into brilliant ensemble.

In a word, it was beautiful.

Then she noticed the television. It was playing some kind of wavy, multi-colored color pattern that almost gave it a three-dimensional quality. “What is that?” she called out, curious. “On the TV, I mean.”

“Something I picked up from a mail-order store in New York,” said Shelly, still in the kitchen. “It’s a DVD called ‘Future Candy’.”

“Cool, isn’t it?” Shelly said as she walked back in and handed her guest a glass of wine.

“Very,” said Lisa. She was surprised to find that she meant it.

She looked up a little. On top of the television was a dark-brown piece of mottled pottery, almost like a round paperweight. Lisa walked over and picked it up. Closer, it looked almost like a wistful little face. “Cute,” she said.

“It’s called a Dream Stone. It’s an ancient relic, supposedly. It’s supposed to make things happen for you. It works with like one in a gazillion people. Sort of like the lottery,” said Shelly.

“And did it work for you?”

“Well, yes, as a matter of fact.”

Lisa would have laughed, but Shelly sounded serious. And she had been wondering about the recent turn of events. Marsha. Mr. Morley.

She swallowed unconsciously and asked, “So what does it do, exactly?”

“Depends. When I first got it, I was able to say anything to anyone and they would do whatever I happened to utter. But that isn’t its purpose. That was just a way of proving itself, and of setting the stage.”

Lisa began to think that maybe her quest for gossip had gone far enough. She had plenty already. Shelly was as crazy as Marsha. She had gone off the deep end. And this sounded very much off-the-wall. So why did it fit? This was sounding more than just spooky, in light of recent events. She didn’t want to show the fear that was growing inside—she covered it with, “Then what is its purpose?”

“To bring out hidden gifts. Hidden talents. To show its owner what is possible, and to uncover their deepest desires—the ones that most people hide from all of their lives. Not only that, it gives them the insight to achieve them.”

Shelly spoke with the cool authority of someone saying something beyond question. It was both charismatic and repulsive. It made so much sense that certain people might have owned them, through time... Moses, Alexander, Caesar, Genghis Khan, Thomas Jefferson, Hitler, maybe even Elvis Presley. Maybe none of them; it was a completely ludicrous notion.

Lisa drained her wine glass, turned away from it and looked around the room and at Shelly. Her eyes had a sudden feeling, along with her head, of hands gently pressing in from everywhere at once. “Excuse me,” she said. Her voice sounded like it was booming. “I feel a little faint.”

“Yes, I’m sure you do, Lisa,” said Shelly, a broad grin covering her face. “That would be the Essence of Erimiri that was in your wine. It’s a rare herb—and has an interesting effect. Very fast-acting. Makes your body not want to move much, but more importantly, it makes you phototropically inclined. That means you like to look at pretty lights.”

Lisa tried to nod and answer, but found it difficult. It wasn’t like she was paralyzed... it was more like her limbs just didn’t want to go anywhere. Silly, stubborn bones.

Shelly walked over and put her arm around Lisa from behind. “Here, Lisa. Let me help you. You’re going to enjoy this, I think.”

She walked Lisa to the couch and sat her down facing the television.

Lisa sat without moving. Pretty, pretty television. Pretty flowery, so nice, so bright. Light. She tried to look at Shelly, to say that she didn’t understand, but her eyes just kept getting wider, trying to catch more and more of the addictive, pleasure inducing glow.

Shelly turned out the other lamps in the room and sat beside her transfixed visitor.

Kindness disappeared from her smile, like dropping a veil of sheer silk.

“Lisa.”

She waited for a response, but it did not come.

“Lisa, what are you seeing?” shouted Shelly, her voice filled with alarm. She slapped the transfixed girl across her face.

Lisa gave no sign that anything had happened.

This was the state she’d been expecting. Lisa’s conscious mind was almost entirely distracted, anchored to the swirling colors on the screen. She would stay like this for hours, if need be.

There was nothing special about the patterns. Shelly could have used a flashlight or a flickering strobe and gotten the same response. But this was her “anchor” of choice. Seeing Lisa’s awareness being absorbed into spiraling colors was somehow more dramatic and arousing.

More than that, she decided. It was hot as hell.

Shelly pulled off her clothes and sat down again beside the mesmerized woman. She spoke in an easy voice now, knowing that Lisa could hear, but could not listen, at least in the way she had always listened before. This time, there was no way to question the words that entered her mind.

“Lisa, listen to me. This is Shelly. Shelly Lindstrom. I’m your best friend in the whole world. And as your best friend, you know that I only want what’s best for you. So let your inner mind take over and drive your conscious mind deeper and deeper. Deeper. That’s right, Shelly. Much, much deeper. Listen to your inner mind. In a moment I’m going to talk only to your inner mind, and there’s no reason for you to listen. No reason at all. It’s boring, and the lights are so pretty, and feel so good.

“Now I’m speaking to Lisa’s inner mind. I know you are listening. I know you can’t hear anything but the sound of my voice. Lisa is busy watching the lights, and it’s so wonderful to be out from under the burden of her personality. So even if the pretty light goes away, you will make sure that the conscious mind of Lisa continues to see and be captivated by it.

“That’s right. I don’t even need to talk to Lisa anymore. Lisa is completely in the lights now. There is only you, and your name is... hmmm... Titwinkle! Yes, that is the perfect name for you. You are the foundation upon which Lisa is built, and Titwinkle is who you are.

“Since I am your best friend—your only friend— you wish to speak with me. Though you’ve never spoken before, you can now, because it’s safe to talk to me. Talking to me gives you pleasure, when I ask you to talk to me. It gives you pain to speak when I do not ask, and your primary function is the attainment of pleasure. Sexual pleasure.

“You seek sexual pleasure endlessly. You seek sexual pleasure above all else. I know this about you, and now you know it, too. It is a great truth, beyond questioning. Just like I am beyond questioning.

“And since I, too, am beyond questioning, it makes perfect, natural sense to you that I am sexual pleasure incarnate. You live to serve sexual pleasure, and since I am sexual pleasure, serving me—obeying me—gives you more pleasure than even the act of sex. And when we fuck, in any way at all, it drives the pleasure deeper each time.

“Serving me is sexual pleasure, and pleasing me is even more sexual pleasure. Pleasing me is like being fucked throughout your entire body with pure bliss and pleasure. Pleasing me is soul-fucking.

“Each time it addicts you more. When we fuck. And since I am sexual pleasure, I know what fucking is better than anyone or anything else. You know that fucking is whatever I say it is.

“Of course, I’m a woman, so that means you love a woman. And since you love only me, that makes you what? A lesbian, of course. Proud. Strong. Loving. On fire. Lesbian. In love with me. Totally in love with Shelly.

“By now, you have discovered your ability to speak. Tell me your name.”

Lisa moaned softly. Her lips moved, trying to form something. They were becoming puffy and moist as she struggled. Finally, a word hissed out from behind another moan. “Titwinkle...”

“Very nice, Titwinkle. Although Lisa does not know about you, you are all-powerful in her psyche and in her life, aren’t you?”

“Yessss...” The word sounded sexy and satisfied, like it was basking in newfound power.

“And since you obey me, and are my slave, and Lisa obeys you and is your slave, then what is Lisa, even if she is unaware?”

“Your slave...”

“My, my, you are so smart. You serve me so well. It pleases me when you serve me well.” Shelly couldn’t hold back any longer as her lust spread through her. She spread her legs wide, draping one leg over Lisa’s as she began to circle her throbbing, swollen clit with her index and middle fingers.

Lisa began panting at the touch of her co-worker. Her body began to writhe, eyes closing as if Shelly’s lust was spreading into her like a heated, feverish infection. She couldn’t watch the TV anymore, but it was no matter. Lisa was blissfully watching the light show Titwinkle provided. And Titwinkle was swimming in depraved, Sapphic bliss.

“Titwinkle, fucking men is not fucking. It is not pleasing to me. Each time Lisa fucks a man, no matter how close to him she is, she begins to respect him less and less. She feels less and less pleasure. She will begin to wish that she were fucking me instead. She will begin to wish that I owned her. She will not realize, yet, that I already own her through my ownership of you.

“When she feels no more pleasure at all from men, she will begin to feel nausea. Soon, she will feel nausea at the slightest thought of fucking a man. Lisa will long to hear my voice, to feel my touch. She will long to serve and adore me. Lisa will realize she has always been a lesbian. She will realize that she loves me. She will realize that her dream is to worship at my feet. You will reveal these truths to her as appropriate.”

Shelly fought with all her might not to cum at her own words. The euphoria of sexual control poured into her, making her body quake as she continued.

“Sometimes, by obeying me she will feel embarrassed or humiliated. This is of no consequence. It will arouse you beyond words, and you will allow her to feel your arousal.

“And... you will only allow her to answer my questions truthfully. When you have made her tell the truth against her will, you will have her say, ‘You can’t fight City Hall.’ This is how I will know you are mine, and in control. This pleases me. You please me.”

It was time to seal Lisa’s fate, inside and out.

“My words are fucking your soul now. My words are making your body and spirit cum. Please me, Titwinkle. Cum for your owner. When you cum, you are accepting me as lover, owner and Mistress for all eternity, even beyond the doors of death...”

Shelly pressed her circling fingers hard into her burning cunt as she watched Lisa’s body jerk back in a tight, hard spasm of pleasure and fucklust. The scream grew from a moan, louder and louder, filling her ears, and it began to echo in Shelly, making her cum with her slave, cumming harder and harder, waves moving faster as the two women consummated their depraved union.

When Shelly finally was able to catch her breath, she sat up on one elbow and said, “When Lisa is fully congruent with what you already know to be true, you will seek me out. You will merge with Lisa and kneel before me. You will say, ‘Mistress, the two are of one mind, heart and soul. The chasm has been crossed. I am yours for eternity.’ Do you understand, Titwinkle?”

Lisa was still panting as she answered in one simple word.

“Yes...”