The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

This is a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure story. Let me explain how this works. I’ll give you a bit of story, and then when a choice must be made, you, the reader, get to make it. The story is like a tree; it all starts with the same seed, and there will be a few big branches but one main trunk. Each section will have some smaller choices, labeled 1 and 2, and some will take you onto different chapters. Some are different story tracks. Some will get you through and some won’t, but eventually you’ll go where I want you to go...this IS mind control, after all. There is no choice, it is only an illusion. That shiny computer screen you’re staring at is only an illusion, you’re getting a com-com-compulsion to r-r-read on...

Chapter 1: Shiny Shards

“Katie, are your nipples darker than usual?”

I looked down. “I don’t think so. Must be the light. Is your dick longer than usual?”

Howie looked down. “Wanna find out?”

“Oh, you bad boy!” I dove back into his mouth. I was in the process of working my hand down his body when my cell phone rang.

“Katie, get home this instant! I want some sleep!”

“Yes ma’am,” I intoned, and hung up. “Sorry Howie, I gotta go. Mom wants me home. See ya later!”

I let the door to his room slam shut behind me and left him sweating on his bed.

I reached up inside the collar of my jacket and scratched a hickey. I tapped one hand on the wheel and sang along to the music.

I remember golden days when all this was a mystery

And you could write a letter then or god forbid come visit me

And if you find yourself without me

Can you find yourself without me

“Can you find yourself without--” and there was a deafening crunching, cracking sound. Screaming, I was thrown forward. Instinctively, I raised my arms to shield my face from the steering wheel, which became the airbag. It thrust me backwards and I heard glass tinkling as my head whipped back into the headrest.

“Oh God, oh fuck! Out, out, I gotta get out!” I yelled, choking in smoke. My hands were fumbling with the seatbelt and then fumbling with the door and then I was out, falling two feet onto my hands, scraping them on wet concrete that I could barely see.

“Oh, oh man, oh fuck, what hap-, oh god.” I lay on the cement, rain and sidewalk run-off soaking my jeans through. I took deep, shuddering breaths of cool, night air, letting the feeling of being alive soak through me. Can you find your--Can you find your--Can you find your--

Shit, my CD was broken! It was playing, so the car must still be on. I needed the keys. Keys. Ignition; I needed to turn off the car. I waited until I felt like I could stand before grabbing the tire and using it and one bleeding hand to lift myself back up onto my feet. The door was still open and I reached around the airbag and put the car in park, turned it off, grabbed the keys and my purse. I leaned against the slick body of the car, rested my head on the roof with a little thump. I just breathed.

I took my cellphone out of my bag and hit number two on speed dial. She answered after two rings.

“Hey, mom? It’s going to be a while, some asshole just rear-ended me. Don’t worry, I’m ok.” I snapped it shut before she could answer back; she would only get overprotective and start chattering away, and I could not handle that right now.

I dabbed the back of my hand; it appeared to be clotting well. I closed my eyes.

“K-Katie?” They fluttered open to look at the shadowy figure in front of me. Jordan. The know-it-all from my math class. He was always bragging about something. I think Danielle liked him for a while, but her taste has always been questionable. I don’t know why, being around him seemed to put me on my guard. He was awfully cute, though.

“Jordan? What--It was...you h-hit me?”

We’ve come to our first choice. Accidents happen: should Katie get mad and insist Jordan pay the damages, or should she go home and try to forget all this? If you think Katie should go home, read 1. If you want to see an argument, read 2.

1.

The shadowy figure scratched its head, its mane of dark hair.

“You just turned out in front of me! I didn’t have enough time to stop.”

“Oh, it’s, well, it was an accident.”

He smiled in relief and offered me a hand.

“Damn, I’m glad, Katie, that if I had to hit someone it was you.” I blushed. “Uh, did that come out wrong?”

“Well, yeah...but it’s ok. Um, what are we going to do about all this?”

“Thi-Oh, you mean the cars? Well, I thought maybe we could each pay for our own damage and no hard feelings?” He rushed the last part and cringed as if someone was going to hit him.

“Sounds ok to me, but what about right now? How are we going to get home?”

“I live pretty close; we could go to my house.”

I wasn’t sure about that. Had he planned this whole thing? Well, I don’t think so. Guys do some pretty stupid things, but not even Jordan would hit a girl with his car just to get in her pants. I definitely did not want to call mom, not after I snapped at her...

“Sure.”

“Ok then, let’s be off,” he said and linked his arm through mine. “Oh, wait!” He ran back to the cars and then came back to me and reestablished our connection. “I wanted a souvenir,” he explained sheepishly.

We set off down the quiet, canopied streets. I felt like we were in a tunnel; the air was close and stiff.

“A souvenir? From what could have been your death?”

“Well, just look at it,” he said, opening his palm. It was a shining shard of glass.

“It’s a piece of glass. So?”

“Ok, it’s not much now. But here, let’s get into the light--and look! It glints now, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah...and?”

He maneuvered us further underneath the streetlight. “See how it shines? Doesn’t it make you feel, well, anything?”

“Jordan, I feel cold, wet, and shaken up. I just want to get inside. How much further is your house?” I took my arm out of link and put both of them around me. I was shivering. I pulled my jacket closer.

“It’s just around the corner. We have a minute.”

I didn’t doubt him for a second because suddenly, his voice sounded different. It was powerful, deep, and masculine. Compelling. It didn’t just sound different, it felt different too. It felt like I should listen. The intonation told me to be still, that Jordan was the one in control, that I should enjoy it. Jordan knew what was best for me so I should listen closely and he would tell me.

“Ok.”

“Now Katie, I want you to look at it again. Look how it shines. Look how it glimmers. Look how it gleams. Look, Katie. Just look. It’s calming, isn’t it?”

I nodded, slowly. This new voice was difficult to disagree with.

“It’s shining, it’s glittering. The shine and the glitter sparkle so much they focus your vision. They are the only thing you can look at. You can’t tear your eyes away. You see only the shard and you hear only my voice, Katie.”

“Yessss...” I said, feeling it out with my tongue. I couldn’t hear my own voice, but I wasn’t troubled by it. I felt entirely calm.

“Good girl, so calm, so relaxed. See how the shiny shard sparkles?”

“Yeah.” I didn’t want to disagree with this new voice. Jordan’s voice, the only thing I could hear, the precious echoes from inside him cascading out of his mouth.

“The more you look at it the more you want to look at it. The more you look, the more you want to look at this piece of glass shining in my palm. The more you look, the more it and my voice penetrate the center of your existence. You can feel my voice like a physical presence, pushing at your boundaries. You are like a car; you have the metal skeleton and the plastic siding. You run on a motor and you need fuel. Katie, I want to give you fuel. Picture yourself as the car, Katie. Your doors are closed and locked, keep looking at the shining glass, Katie, your doors are closed and you think you’re safe but cars have weaknesses. You have windows, Katie, and I have a brick. Keep staring now, keep listening. You’re very relaxed; you’re going deeper inside yourself. You’re going so deep that when I break your windows, I will shatter you. I will drive you. You will be a passenger and I will be your driver and I will push the pedals and shift the gears, Katie, you will do what I say and it will make you hum and purr. It will feel good, it feels good, it feels good right now to listen to my voice, Katie, and know I’m right. It feels good to do what I say.”

I gasped. It did feel good. I could feel a tingle, a dripping. I never felt like this with Howie, or Gordon, or Bert, or Emily, and all Jordan was doing was talking!

“Keep looking, Katie, keep staring at the crystal, keep looking at the glass, see how it shines. It shines like your windows, Katie. It shines like the window I’m going to break. Picture yourself as the car, Katie. I’m standing a few feet away. I’m standing in the glow of your headlights-” He snickered and went on, “-your headlights, so you can see me very distinctly, reflected in the shining shard. You feel so relaxed, Katie, because even though you’re going to surrender your will to me, even though all your defenses are building up in that glass so that one smash with my brick and you will be mine, it feels good. You want to be mine, you want me, you need me. You’re so relaxed, Katie. You’re concentrating all of your defenses in that window. I take a step towards the driver’s door, towards that window, Katie. When I smash that window, Katie, you will be irrevocably mine. You will live and breathe for me, you will love me, and you will get horny every time I’m near you. So relaxed, Katie, and concentrating your defense mechanisms.”

I need to sit down, my muscles are so relaxed, maybe I’ll just sit down right here...

“Oh no, Katie! No, this is a road, you can’t sit there. I can’t get you out of the way if a car comes...Uh, keep staring, Katie. I’m standing right there with the brick. I’m right up to the window. All of your defenses are concentrated in that one window, Katie. I need to take you out of this state, Katie. But you will remember the state you are in, how deep you are, what you feel, how relaxed you are. When I kiss you, you will return to your normal waking state and you will remember nothing since I first showed you that shining shard. The next time I kiss you, you will return to this state and you will remember everything. Keep staring, Katie. Remember? When I kiss you. I’m going to kiss you in three, two, one...”

That was when he kissed me. And I thought Sam was a good kisser; this one left them all behind. I felt his lips coursing through my entire body, melting my neurons. It was such a hot kiss, I put some hands into it. He definitely appreciated that part.

When it was over, I sighed and rested my head against his shoulder. I had to lean down some, sure, but it was still a nice feeling.

We stood there for a long moment; my head on his shoulder, his hand on my ass, and then he sighed deeply and put his arm back through mine. We kept walking.

“How close is it?”

“I can see it now; it’s that one.” He pointed to a house up the street. It was four houses away, then three. His house was dark and the blinds were drawn. Two. The doorbell glowed faintly. One. We were on the lawn. There was a white van parked in the driveway. Jordan squinted at it. Jordan faced me and moved in close...

Jordan has a choice. Should he kiss Katie here, on the lawn? The thought of public sex appeals to him and he doesn’t want to wake up his parents by making too much noise inside. On the other hand, there’s too much dirt and grass outside; they would have to shower if they did it outside. He’s also suspicious about that van. What’s up with that? It wasn’t there when he left...If you think Jordan should bring Katie inside, read on. If you think he should finish his destruction of her defenses outside, go to Chapter 7.

...then backed away. “Uh, come on, Katie. Let’s go inside.” He ran his fingers through his hair and then held out his hand. I declined to take it; his hair looked greasy.

“Sure.”

I followed him up the steps and through the door (when he managed to get it open).

“Uh, here it is,” he said, sweeping his arm to indicate the room. My eyes hadn’t adjusted yet, so I couldn’t see anything. I imagined that I saw shapes shifting in my peripheral vision.

He stepped up close to me and put a hand around my waist.

“Where’s the light switch?”

“Oh shit, sorry Katie. It’s over here, I’ll get it. I mean, if you think it’s more romantic to kiss with the light on.”

He flipped the switch and my hands went to my eyes. Pain!

“Way to warn me, Jordan, thanks a lot.”

There was no answer.

“Jordan?”

There was a muffled snarl and scream, and then I felt a blow to my head. No, not to my head, to the inside of my head. It would feel so good to go to sleep, not to struggle, to just lie down...

They’ve been caught! Go to Chapter 4. See, I told you you’d go where I want you...

2.

The shadowy figure scratched its head, its mane of dark hair.

“You just turned out in front of me! I didn’t have enough time to stop.”

“Look,” I said, standing up straight and pointing my finger at him, “I looked around that corner. There was no one there. You must have been going way over the speed limit to get there in time to hit me. Like, 50 or something.”

Our voices echoed loudly on the deserted street corner.

“You looked? When? During the--”

“It doesn’t matter. You hit me, which means it’s automatically your fault. No hard feelings. You just have to pay the damages.”

“Shit, Katie, I really didn’t mean to.”

“Well duh. No one plans this type of thing; that’s why they call it an accident.” Good, I had been both assertive and witty with him. I wasn’t shaking anymore. I took the camera out of my bag and walked over to where our two cars met while it was turning on with its characteristic fanfare.

I raised it to my eye and calmly snapped a picture. The flash illuminated the whole corner, making the trees around us look like wild jungle plants when it subsided.

“Katie?”

I took another picture, a close-up, clearly showing how his car was bashed into the back of mine.

“What are you doing?”

I got my shattered back windshield and his shattered front one. I got my license-plate, twisted out of shape, and the smashed lights.

“Katie, please!” I walked around and snapped another one of his plates.

“Katie, be reasonable!”

“Tough luck Jordan, and nothing personal. This is just to prevent anything nasty down the road.”

He clenched his fists and pushed back his mop of black hair violently, sending water droplets speeding off into the night. Then he went calm, relaxed. He came up to me, his steps slow and measured.

“Ok, Katie. Let’s look at the damage,” he said. “The damage I caused,” he added quickly, before I could protest. I let him take my arm and lead me back to where the two cars became one; my red against his tan. “Let’s look carefully at the damage, so we know exactly what to report.” His voice seemed to get both softer and louder at the same time. Intense. That was it; intense.

“See, there’s all the smashed headlights. One of my tires is punctured. It was the glass; see all those shards of glass, sparkling everywhere? On the ground. Inside your car, on your back seat. On our cars. On my seat and the passenger seat. See how they sparkle against the streetlight?”

I felt very calm. Who knew Jordan was this mellow? I started feeling a little hot, even in my soaked jeans. I pulled the zipper of my jacket down just a little and edged closer to him.

“They sparkle, just like stars. Just like the stars in your eyes,” he said, turning towards me. I pulled my zipper down halfway. His voice was so measured, so mesmerizing. I needed to hear more. “Keep looking at those shards. Look at that one, the one on the hood of my car. It’s especially shining, isn’t it?” His hand touched my cheek, but I kept looking.

“That’s it, keep looking. Good girl. It’s so nice just to look at it, isn’t it?” My eyes were locked onto that piece of glass. It looked like crystal, glinting and winking. I sighed, low and long.

His hand started sliding around my face, to the back of my neck. He pulled my dirty-blonde hair out of its ponytail.

“It’s so pretty, isn’t it? Just like you. It’s so shiny, it’s like a really bright light. It’s like a sun lamp. You can feel it, Katie, you can feel the heat radiating off the shard and soaking into your body. You feel like you’ve been on the beach all day, tanning. The sun has soaked you down to your bones. But Katie, a good girl like you needs an even tan. You know what you need to do.”

I was definitely hot. Even as I slid my zipper down all the way, I kept my eyes on that shining piece of ragged glass. I shrugged my jacket off, keeping my eyes on the shining center of my being.

I could hear the zipper of my jacket hitting the ground with a little clinking sound.

“Yes, Katie. You’re going to get hotter and hotter, feeling the heat from that shiny glass shard envelope your being. Let the light in, let it consume you. You are a leaf on the wind; it is a blazing bonfire...”

“But Katie, this is no ordinary fire, and that is no ordinary piece of glass. It makes you hot, but not just like the sun. It makes you hot like horny. It makes you really horny, doesn’t it, Katie?”

I sighed, leaning into his hand. I could feel all the places it was roaming over my body, and I needed it everywhere. I wanted it everywhere at once.

“Keep staring, that’s a good girl. It makes you feel good when I call you a good girl, doesn’t it?”

I could feel my nipples harden.

“Katie, in a minute I’m going to kiss you. When I kiss you, two things will happen. First, it will feel really good for you. Second, you will remember how you feel right now, how hot and turned on and entranced, and whenever I kiss you, you will remember all of this and go back into this trance. When I kiss you, it will be like a save point in a video game. You will go back into this trance, you will go back but twice as deep, and you will think about the shining shard.”

That was when he kissed me, and it was so hot and vicious I could feel my capillaries rushing open with boiling blood. I was so hot I must have been steaming. My eyes strained to keep looking at the glass and then closed. I moaned into Jordan’s mouth as his arms wrapped around me, pulling me to him. I needed the contact, needed him to keep kissing me, I would do anything for him to keep kissing me...

That was when the tow truck showed up. Its engine coughed and sputtered and we both looked up, deer in headlights.

“Hey kids! You look like you need a little help.”

“Uh-” said Jordan. We looked at each other and then hastily separated. My brain started clearing out, the heat subsiding.

“Don’t worry about a thing! You two’ve had a nasty little bang-up here. I’ll just get that car up front all hooked up and then call another truck to get that one in the back. How’zat sound?”

“Um-” I said, fumbling on the ground for my jacket.

“You get in the truck with me, there’s a couple seats in the back, and I’ll take you to the office. We have a first aid kit and you’ll be warm and dry there. Then we can get you rides home. You won’t have to lift a finger. How about it?”

Should Katie and Jordan go? If you think they should, go on to Chapter 3. If you think that this is a little too deus ex machina and want to get rid of this guy, continue to Chapter 2.