The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I wake up and immediately regret it.

Why do I drink so much? Any more philosophising takes second place to throwing up into the toilet.

Its maybe an hour later that I stop my wrenching and return to my bed room. This definitely is the morning after the day before.

Looking at the bedside clock, to my surprise I realise its 7pm. For some unknown reason I must have slept all day.

‘Must have been some party.’. I think to myself as my mind attempts to recall the details of last night. Its fails to recover more than a passing memory of a short middle aged man wearing a leather jacket, apart from that my memory of last night is missing. After reminding myself that my name is Jane, its time to locate my bra.

After finishing getting dressed, I Walk into the kitchen, to make some coffee. The flashing answer phone light catches my eye. After wandering over too it and pressing play, I wander back to locate the kettle.

“You have Eight messages.". says the mechanical voice typical of most cheap answerphones.

I locate the kettle, and fill it whilst listening to the messages.

They all are from Sharon, my best friend and one time flat mate.

She seems to be concerned about me. The last message she left indicated she wanted me to meet her at the club tonight, 8pm.

looking at my watch to confirm its now 7:30pm, I wonder if I will arrive on time.

Putting on a coat, I rush out the front door, and forget to erase my answerphone messages.

[Later]

The club is almost empty. It opens early with free admission before 10pm but most turn up later and pay the entrance fee, as the drinks are expensive compared to ordinary bars.

I’m late, but only by around Twenty minutes and Sharon is still here.

She is talking to a short middle aged man whom seems familiar, but who’s name eludes me. Both of them are at the bar and have drinks infront of them.

I notice the barman dropping a glass, as I’m expecting the sound of breaking glass, the noise of it doesn’t distract me unlike Sharon. Naturally her attention shifts towards the barman and she doesn’t see what the guy next to her does.

He drops some pills into her drink.

It was so well done, that I nearly didn’t spot it happening. This man has spiked Sharons drink! Sharon is a good friend I cannot let her be taken advantage of.

I hurry towards Sharon, She raises the drink towards her lips before seeing me approach. She turns to face me on the stool and I realise I am approaching too fast.

I don’t stop in time and knock Sharon’s drink all over her.

“What...you...". says Sharon looking at her wet dress. “Not again.".

With that last comment, she stands up and makes for the restroom.

The embarrassment I feel in knocking over her drink, causes me to ignore her last comment.

I’ll wait for her to clean up. Sitting down, I order a drink from the barman making sure the middle aged man is sat some distance away from me.

Keeping an eye on the barman, Its easy to see that he exchanges the briefest of eye contact with the middle aged man. The middle aged man is too far away to interfere with my drink and the barman delivers it to me without going near him.

‘At least my drink wasn’t spiked by that guy.’. I think as I sip the drink and wait for Sharon.

The room starts to grow quiet and seems to become brighter.

I take another sip, and begin to feel very calm.

The middle aged man is whispering into my ear, I was unaware of his approach.

“So Jane, yet again you successfully prevent me obtaining control of Sharon. But you don’t remember yesterday do you?".

He turns my head to face him, I don’t resist.

“As I explained yesterday, The Barman is a friend of mine and he spiked your drink for me. But you can’t remember that conversation, and also won’t recall this one”. He chuckles. “The Drug has put you into a hypnotic trance, your currently my slave and so I get to fuck you again tonight.”

“Stand up Jane.". He orders.

I obey. Its so hard to think, obeying feels so right.

The man takes me by the arm and leads me out of the club.

Tonight he can do anything he wants with me...

[The next Day]

I wake up and immediately regret it.

Why do I drink so much? Any more philosophising takes second place to throwing up into the toilet.

Its maybe an hour later that I stop my wrenching and return to my bed room. This definitely is the morning after the day before.

Looking at the bedside clock, to my surprise I realise its 7pm. For some unknown reason I must have slept all day.

‘Must have been some party.’. I think to myself as my mind attempts to recall the details of last night. Its fails to recover more than a passing memory of a short middle aged man wearing a leather jacket, apart from that my memory of last night is missing. After reminding myself that my name is Jane, its time to locate my bra.

After finishing getting dressed, I Walk into the kitchen, to make some coffee. The flashing answer phone light catches my eye. After wandering over too it and pressing play, I wander back to locate the kettle.

“You have NINE messages.". says the mechanical voice typical of most cheap answerphones.

I locate the kettle, and fill it whilst listening to the messages.

They all are from Sharon, my best friend and one time flat mate.

She seems to be concerned about me. The last message she left indicated she wanted me to meet her at the club tonight, 8pm.

looking at my watch to confirm its now 7:30pm, I wonder if I will arrive on time.

Putting on a coat, I rush out the front door, and forget to erase my answerphone messages...