The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Things just had not worked out so well for Nora so far. The brunette had just turned 20 years old and felt a wicked discontent with her life. She had been a fairly plain, plainly boring, teenager who got pregnant at sixteen by the college aged brother of her small, middle America, town’s priest. The shame of pregnancy in her small town, and absolute blame put on the female, as if a male did not take part, eventually led to her dropping out of high school and running away.

After moving in with a man she met on the internet, Nora had a baby boy and gave the child up for adoption. Shortly after, the man had dumped her because she lost her baby weight slower than he had requested, leaving various bruises as she was run out of another town. Afterward, she bounced from town to town, boyfriend to boyfriend and became generally disgusted with how her life had turned out.

One day while browsing around online, Nora encountered an online modeling website. By this time, she had gotten her body in shape and now felt like she could be considered attractive. After meeting with two of the men who ran the website, which catered to the “barely legal” crowd, which Nora, with some makeup trickery, could pull off, they signed her up. She did some modeling and made a nice chunk of money, eventually. that paid off some of her debts, but she still struggled. Some weeks were better than others, the internet had saturated this specific market with tons of out of high school, or not, girls and sometimes getting everything paid was tough.

After a four day week shoot in Florida that Nora had been invited to by her bosses, a girl there suggested that she and another girl at the shoot come to work with her at the Gentlemen’s Club in Horizon Falls, an off the beaten path gated community. The pay was good, she argued, and the girls were treated well by the generous and pleasant owner of the club, Mr. Martin.

Nora argued that she didn’t quite have the body for stripping, but the girl suggested she could be a hostess. The brunette agreed to it and soon moved herself to the town, having her expenses reimbursed once she got the job. Nora found this a little odd, but after meeting with Mr. Martin, it didn’t concern her that much.

For about six months, Nora worked as a hostess at the Gentleman’s Club. Her work at the club paid the bills, but she wasn’t really making the big tips that other girls did in the VIP room or as paid escorts. Nora’s boss claimed no man had ever picked her, which she thought was a lie because many men had been quite amorous towards her, but after going in to confront her boss about it one day, she realized that he knew best and she would wait for his instruction.

Nora palled around with a dancer named Harmony, who was extremely popular. After that long weekend trip, she began shopping with Harmony and getting better clothes and dressing better. Her tips went up and her boss, who she really liked, gave her more hours.

But still, Nora didn’t really have it together. Harmony’s grand success, she seemed to be the center of attention even in the shopping market, really bothered Nora. They went away together for a weekend trip and when they came back, she decided it was in her best interest to act and dress a lot more like her friend.

Their first night back, Nora called Harmony and told her to come early before they went to work together. When the brunette beauty got there, she couldn’t believe what she saw in front of her. Nora came out of the bathroom wearing a tiny miniskirt, which she had realized over the weekend should be standard dress for her in and out of work, a pink tube top that showed off her cleavage as good as possible, and white, high heeled, boots.

Harmony clapped and hugged her tightly. At work, Nora worked her tables and put on a bubbly, pleasing attitude that became her permanent world view by the end of the night.

The next night, she saw a man come in who had been really into her photographs. Feeling obliged to be pleasing to a male customer, (“it’s part of the job!” a voice said in her head) she took his order despite his lewdness. He had bought his way into the club to see her and began groping at the hostess when she returned with his meal. This disgusting behavior drew the attention of a bouncer, who came over and got in the man’s face. As Nora stood silently, awe struck, the bouncer kicked the crap out of the man and threw him out.

The bouncer, Wayne, came over to Nora, who had fallen into a chair during the scuffle, and put a strong hand on her arm. Her stalker had been escorted, rather violently, out of the club, and a few of the girls stood around the brunette. “Are you okay?” He asked her as he leaned his large frame down to her level.

Nora nodded affirmatively, but then leaned forward toward him a little bit. “I am okay, but I feel a little woozy.” For the first time, she noticed a bruise on her arm from where she had been yanked by the man.

Wayne looked over at the other girls and motioned for them to return to their duties. Each girl obediently walked away, heels echoing through the room due to the lack of music playing right now. Gently, he pulled Nora up from her sitting position. “You should probably lay down for a little bit. Don’t worry about your duties for tonight.” He leaned in, slightly mischievously, but also with a serious look on his face. “Michael puts away a chunk of cash for times like this, which sadly happens from time to time. You will still get paid for today.”

Nora smiled and stood up obediently. “Thank you.” Wayne was handsome and so nice to her. Quickly she feel in line next to him and followed the bouncer to a back room. In the back of the club were a line of room that housed beds, lockers, and other things. Wayne led Nora to the third one down and opened the door for the girl. Inside, she found Michael standing with a girl in a denim miniskirt and a sleeveless turtleneck. The bottle blond smiled at Nora as she entered the room.

“Nora,” Michael began as he crossed the room. He gently hugged her, even gentler once he saw the bruise on her arm. Everyone’s concerns for her made Nora feel really good. “This,” Nora’s boss began, waving toward the other girl in the room, “is Debbie.” The beautiful blond, tall, with an impressive chest and beautiful green eyes, gave a little wavy. “She is a nurse and works for a Doctor I know. I want her to take a look at you.” He looked at Nora, real sincerity in his eyes. Michael did not like it when his girls were mistreated.

Nora nodded and acquiesced to his command. Debbie checked her out and determined she did not have a concussion, thankfully, and that the bruise wasn’t too bad. Nora would just need to take a night off and relax a little bit.

It probably should have bothered Nora the way Debbie spoke around her towards Michael and Wayne, but some reason this did not concern her much. Before she could comment on their assessment of her, Debbie had a prepared bottle in her manicured hands. “Here, drink this,” she ordered the girl.

Nora began drinking it obediently before thinking about it. Suddenly, she felt exhausted. “You should sleep for a few hours. Someone can take you home later.” Nora smiled at Michael; he always knew the right thing to do. Sighing loudly, Nora sat down on the bed and lay down as everyone left. Her clouded mind went to sleep a moment later as she fell into the pillow.

The next morning, Nora woke up and found herself sprawled on a couch. Stretching, she stood up on the couch, leaning forward a little, and tried to shake out what had happened last night. She had gone home with Wayne, she thought, but this wasn’t his apartment. A look at the clock showed that it was nearly 2pm already.

The answer as to where she was answered momentarily by Nora noticing someone had just completed a shower. Out bounced her friend Harmony, a towel covering her hair, but naked otherwise, who gave her a little wave. “Hey sis,” she began a bead of water dropping out of her dark hair onto her oft augmented breasts, “Wayne dropped you off,” she smiled mischievously, “so you could sleep off what happened last night. He thinks,” she continued, which, if Nora had been more awake, was done without blinking, as if reciting a script, “it would be a good idea for you to move in with me so our boss can keep tabs on you in case anyone else is stalking you.

Nora tried to quickly take all of this in, but Harmony waved her off, “sis, I am going to make us brunch. You just sit there and relax.” The dark haired beauty swayed back out of the room, totally comfortable with being naked in front of her friend.

As she sat on the couch, Nora ran through the events of last night. That man coming in to see her, getting roughed up by him, Wayne saving her, and then going home with him. She blushed at the memory of how violently he had fucked her. Had that happened? Her memory was still pretty hazy. Then, she had...ended up in Harmony’s apartment? Somehow she had ended up here and her concern about it faded after a moment. She was, the thought came to her, just glad to be with her good friend Harmony. They were going to be great roommates.

Eventually, Harmony returned to her large living room to retrieve Nora. “C’mon sis, you need to eat.” The dark haired beauty’s now dry hair was up in pig tails, which bounced up and down almost in synchronicity with her enlarged breasts.

Nora sat down in the kitchen and her friend portioned out some food. The brunette’s plate was filled with scrambled eggs, onions, peppers, and chives. She dug in, starving from not eating since early in her shift the day before.

They ate quietly for a few minutes before Harmony spoke up. Nora could not believe she was seeing the girl with her hair up and no makeup on. “One night,” Harmony began, slowly finishing the tiny amount of food she had eaten, “a year ago, a man came in and did something like what happened to you last night.” She looked away for a moment. “I had actually kind of forgotten about it to be honest, but this morning when I woke up I remember it pretty vividly.”

Nora finished her own plate and urged her friend to continue, interested in this shared experience. Harmony began speaking again. “He approached me when I was still a hostess like you and claimed we had gone to high school together. I apologized and said I did not know him, but he was real serious about it and called me a different name.”

She looked away for a moment. “At this point, I got really nervous, but a few bouncers, not your Wayne,” she grinned at her friend, maybe she did sleep with him, “came over and took him away. I was sent home for the night and he came in a week later to apologize, saying that he had mistaken me for another girl. I never saw him again and forgot about that until now.” The dark haired beauty smiled. “See, sis we have a shared experience!” She crossed the table and hugged her friend tightly.

Harmony pulled away and then began cleaning up their brunch. As she placed some of their dishes in the dishwasher, she inquired about the night before. “So, how was Wayne? H was so heroic saving you.

Nora blushed at the question. “I, um, he was great. I was so grateful to him that I couldn’t stop myself.” She blinked a few times. Men deserve, her mind told her, to be thanked. That made perfect sense to her. They deserve it.

Harmony giggled. “He deserved it. I am surprised you had not slept with anyone at work before. A lot of the girls do it to gain favor.”

Nora blinked. She could not imagine Harmony ever needing to do that. The chestnut haired beauty was stunning, a good worker, and loved to please. Nora had never really thought about it too deeply before now, but Harmony was always following direction at work, especially from their boss Michael. Michael! He had been so good to her last night. She should try to please him like Harmony does.

“I want to be more like you!” The girl blurted the statement out.

Harmony beamed proudly and hugged her friend again. “That is something I can definitely accommodate, sis!”

Nora stood there with her friend for a moment. A new thought popped into her head. “I have to admit I get jealous of you girls who dance. You make more money and definitely get more men.”

Harmony put a hand on the girl’s shoulder. The tips of her nails bounced off one of Nora’s shoulder bones. “I can talk to Michael about that. You don’t really have the body for it yet.”

Before Nora could question the yet at the end of that sentence, their door buzzer pinged, announcing a visitor. Harmony padded over and found their coworker Crystal at the door. Harmony hugged her and brought the girl inside. Nora did not know Crystal that well, but knew that she was almost as popular as Harmony.

Harmony turned quickly back to Nora, holding up the bag in her friend’s hand. “Crystal has everything we need here to get you girlied up for work tonight!” Before Nora could wonder how Crystal had known she would be here, her bimbo friends were dragging her to Harmony’s large bathroom so they could begin making her over.

As Crystal began discussing how color streaks to add to Nora’s hair with the girl, Harmony stepped out in the hallway. The naked Chattelbot walked back into the living room and found her phone. Quickly she tapped out a message to Michael with her acrylic nails. A moment passed before he replied, which made her smile. Cheerfully she turned back and went into the bathroom to join her friends.

“Nora,” Michael began that night at work, leaning forward in his chair, “if you want more responsibilities at work, you will need to work a lot harder. I am impressed by your eagerness and your coworkers enthusiasm for you getting more work.” He smiled at her, making the girl blush. “I do like your new look.”

Nora smiled and nodded. After an afternoon of being made over by Crystal and Harmony, her dark brown hair was now teased up over her head. She was dressed in a halter top, black miniskirt, and high-heeled knee high boots. Harmony had stuffed an extra bra under the girl’s top to give her perky breasts a bit of a push up. She looked fantastic and felt confident enough to ask Harmony to get her a meeting with Michael to discuss her future at the club.

Michael came around the table and took Nora’s hands in his own. “If you are a good girl and perform well in the VIP Room, maybe we can begin prepping you for dancing like your friends.” He motioned for her to stand up.

Nora stood up and hugged Michael tightly. “Thank you again, for helping me out.” He was such a handsome man; she had never noticed it before today. Her boss put a hand on her backside for a moment, and then motioned her towards the door. Nora smiled and turned, heading to begin her final shift as a hostess obediently.

After she closed the door, Michael sat back down at his desk and sent off an important email.

On the floor, with Wayne and another bouncer watching her close by, in case there is more trouble, Nora was applauded by her coworkers, who were glad that she was okay. She encountered two of her favorite clients dining together. The Valenti family, Anthony and Bambi, enjoyed a quiet dinner with the Rollins family, Andrew and Terri, while discussing a business venture that Mr. Valenti’s father was organizing for Mr. Rollins.

Nora, being a hospitable hostess, at the end of their dinner received rather large tips for both families. Before they left, Mrs. Valenti gave Nora big hug and told her that she loved the girl’s new look. All of this made Nora rather excited about her future prospects.

As the night went on, Nora caught a glimpse of Harmony heading off with a man in a nice business suit. She turned around and found Crystal was dancing on the stage. The attention her new friend drew had Nora positively smitten and quite jealous, especially of the money that kept getting stuck into her g-string. Badly, she wanted to be just like her friends.

On break near midnight, Nora was in one of the smaller break rooms when she smiled as Wayne approached her. Before she could say anything, he put up a hand, which silenced her. “I am sorry that I left you so suddenly. I thought you would be better off with Harmony.” He stared at her, seeing if the girl thought anything was out of the ordinary.

“That is okay, I am just glad you were there for me.” She leaned up on her high heeled feet and kissed Wayne gently on the mouth. Her tiny hands ran over his body stroked his hardening cock through his pants. Suddenly she stopped and kissed his mouth softly. “We will have to continue this soon.” The hostess padded away and back to finish off her evening shift. Wayne stood in his place, stunned by the girl’s actions. Nora was learning quickly.

At the end of the night, however, Harmony was nowhere to be found, so Nora figured she could go home with Wayne again, which he eagerly agreed to. At the apartment, he violently fucked her again before triggering her for trance. A few whispered words later, the girl was heading downstairs on the elevator to the basement floor.

After being programmed all evening long, Nora was moved back to Harmony’s apartment and placed in the bed in the guest room. Sleepily, the brunette woke up and found her boss Michael standing over her. Without thinking about it too much, she stretched and got out of bed, her naked body displayed for him as she said good morning, hugging him tightly.

“How are you feeling, Nora?” Michael asked her.

“Good, Sir. I feel great.” Nora beamed brightly.

Michael nodded. Nora had passed the subliminally planted test they had implanted in her.

Nora yawned, perky breasts softly bouncing. “What time is it, Sir?” Nothing about calling her boss “Sir” seemed out of the ordinary.

Michael sat down on the bed next to her. “It is early in the afternoon. I came by and wanted to check in on you and see how you are doing.” He paused. “I know you have been sleeping with Wayne.” He put up a hand before she could respond. “That is okay. You are a good girl for pleasing him. Pleasing is very important to you.”

Nora nodded. Exactly! That was the jumbled thought in her head, especially the past few days, made perfect sense by him. “Yes, Sir.” She hugged him tightly, again.

Michael embraced her gently and then leaned over to the floor. A small bag was sitting on the carpet. “I have a surprise for you.” He quickly waved a fancy name tag in her general direction. “Starting tonight, I would like you to work in the VIP room.”

Excited, Nora hugged Michael, but he quickly pulled away. “There are rules though. You are such...a perfect little angel...” He paused to watch the girl blink a few times as the trigger took hold. “...“So you will always obey them.”

Nora nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Sir.”

Softly, Michael took Nora’s hand again. “Sadly, what happened to you the other night has happened to other girls. Harmony had a situation like that, and others have as well.”

“Harmony told me, Sir.” Nora softly, and sadly stated.

“Yes. I think...” He began, remembering back to a similar conversation with other girls over the past few years. “...I think it would be a great idea if you took a different name while working in the VIP room. That might cut down on potential conflicts with undesirables.”

Nora smiled and squeezed her boss’ hand. What a thoughtful man! “I agree, Sir. I think that would be a great idea.” She paused as a scripted line that had been brainwashed into her the past few days rolled into her mind. “A fresh start for a fresh job.”

Michael smiled back at her. “Correct.” He motioned towards the bathroom. “Why don’t you go get dressed and I will see tonight.” He gave her another wave and left the room.

In the bathroom, she took a shower, did her makeup, and then began to consider how to dress for her first night. Suddenly, she noticed a pile of clothes on the hamper with a bright pink card. “For tonight, love Harmony,” was written on the card. The pile of clothes included a denim miniskirt, pink platform heels, and a rather snug, way too small, shirt advertising the club.

Quickly, she put on all the clothes and then picked up the name tag off the sink.

She snapped the “Tiffany” tag on her very tight top and something funny happened. Staring at herself in the mirror, the hostess found that she thought of herself as Tiffany now. “A fresh start,” indeed. She wanted to be a perfect little angel and Tiffany sounded like a good girl name. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Nora, or Tiffany, at this moment, opened the door and found Harmony waiting for her.

“Hey Tiffany, you look fantastic!” Harmony hugged her friend. “We have a lot to do tonight at work. I am going to give you a tour of the VIP Room before our shift. Michael also wants me to sit down and run you through all your responsibilities.” She held up a manicured hand, which held her bright pink phone. “I have a list we can study.”

At work, Harmony gave Tiffany a tour of the VIP Room and showed her the protocol for dealing with each guest. Who she deals with is up to the client, but her duty in the VIP Room is to please. One of Harmony’s regulars will also be with Tiffany at some point in the evening.

A girl can, she continues, be purchased for the evening as well. The beautiful brunette pointed a long nail at another hostess who suddenly stopped walking, froze for a moment, and turned towards a couch where a client sat. The client whispered something in the girl’s ear and they left for a private room. Tiffany thought for a moment to ask why the girl acted like that, but the thought slipped out of her head as the pounding music in the room took hold of her mind.

Later, on break, Tiffany came out into the main room. Harmony had shown her the big stage earlier in the day and she definitely felt pangs of jealousy for the girls dancing, and the large sums of money they were receiving.

Sonia, another stripper that Tiffany had seen around the club, but only formally met earlier in the evening, was up on stage spinning around a pole at the moment. A few dancers were giving lap dances in the front, with one leaving with a client suddenly at one point like before.

Tiffany stared longingly at the stage for a few minutes. A soft hand suddenly came up on her arm. It was Harmony, who wrapped her arms around her friend. “There is still a lot you need to do before you can be on that stage all the time.”

Back inside, Tiffany continued to worked as an above average hostess in the VIP Room for most of the evening. One of her clients called her over to take his dinner order. The handsome man patted his couch and the girl obediently sat down with him. They talked for a few minutes pretty casually. He worked in the financial sector and discussed his most recent dealings with the girl. He used a lot of terminology that went right over Tiffany head, so she just smiled and listened.

After conversing for a few minutes, the client kissed Tiffany, which she eagerly returned. He touched her breasts, which made the girl self conscious about their lack of size. Under the table, she stroked his cock inside the man’s pants with her acrylic nailed thumb. The client slipped a bit of money into her skirt, and she automatically leaned down to unbutton his pants and give him a quick blowjob.

As the client gently led her head up and down his cock, Tiffany’s mind slowed down and focused solely on the task at hand. His over her head discussion of financial markets had left the girl feeling rather vapid and empty headed. Mostly uneducated, sucking the handsome man’s cock was the only response she could think of.

Tiffany let the client guide her head as she blew him. A new trigger popped into her mind: I need to improve so I can dance.” She would let the man do what he wanted with her mouth. After she swallowed him, he patted her on the head and sent her off on her way.

Tiffany swayed away and encountered Michael. Without speaking, her boss pulled the money out of the girl’s skirt. For some reason, it did not dawn on Tiffany to question his actions. He smiled at her. “I have good news for you.” Tiffany stared at him with a vacant smile. “I have decided you can have one dry run on stage tonight. Why don’t you go backstage and get ready.” He gave her a pat on the bottom and walked away.

Excited, Tiffany went to the backroom where she met up with Mindi, one of the girls from the Perfect Little Angels salon. The dark haired beauty added a bit more eye makeup to the girl and some volume to her hair. In the mirror, for the first time, Tiffany saw the girl she wanted to be. “I still have some work to do,” she muttered to herself before heading back towards the queue the dancers waited in before their turn on stage.

Dancing for the first time, Tiffany is a tad awkward, but she gets better as she goes on. She finished her routine to polite applause and a thumbs up from Michael, who was standing in the club’s balcony watching her. Smiling back at him, she returned to the side of the stage after collecting her clothing.

In the back, she joins Harmony and Sonia, who had been taking notes while watching her performance on a TV. They offer her some tips and rewind to a certain point to show her something they never want her to try again.

Elsewhere, Michael pulled out his phone and reported on the girl’s progress. No matter what happened to the brainwashed girl, she would make a great Chattelbot. Tiffany really was a good girl name.