The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Trees dance with the wind as the remaining leaves drift onto the yard outside a historic neighborhood in the middle of town, the kind with slanted roofs and authentic craftsmanship that doesn’t come pre-order. A steady beat of rain drops add their pitter-patter to the clang of wind chimes as a mid-morning storm gathers overhead. The deluge gathers in small muddy pools in yards and streets, adding yet another wrinkle to what has become a very wet morning.

Yet Dr. Tavia Carter is unconcerned. She tunes out the noise as she sits inside the foyer of her Tudor style home. She brushes aside a lock of tawny black hair as she studies the case file of her latest patient, glancing ruefully at the slick concrete outside. A part of her wants to climb upstairs and go to bed, but she already has three patients lined up in what has become a very end of the week. TGIF my ass, she thinks to herself.

The loud chime of a wall clock interrupts her concentration. She said she’d be here at nine. What could be taking so long?

Dr. Carter could only shake her head. She’d known Shana would be a difficult case ever since she walked into her office several weeks ago. A former National Merit Scholar, Shana had been regarded by almost everyone as being on the fast track to success. Yet lately the 18 year-old teen had taken a turn for the worse, skipping school and partying on the weekends with a new group of friends her parents don’t know about. They were at the end of her rope when Dr. Carter intervened months earlier, offering her own services to make sure their prodigy would get back on the right track. Yet as far as she could tell Shana had no history of drug abuse, no history of violence, no domestic problems at home that would explain her behavior.

As a psychologist, she considers it a challenge. As a human being, she considered her patient a pain in the ass.

The roar of an idling engine pierces the calm. The doctor rises from her seat, standing tall in a red silk blouse. She smooths the creases of her skirt as she prepares to greet her patient, bracing herself for trouble.

“Good morning, Ms. Ellis,” She answers the door. “I see you’ve decided to keep your appointment today.”

“Good morning, Doc.” Droplets of water fall from Shana’s dripping wet hair.

“Why don’t you come inside,” Dr. Carter gestures toward her study. “Anything you need? Coffee? Soda?”

Shana shakes her head.

The doctor watches as the blonde teen saunters cat-like into the room, her knee-high boots reverberating off the floor. Her butt jiggles as she walks toward her seat. The doctor is impressed. She wonders how many boys have her patient’s cell phone number.

Shana crosses and uncrosses her feet as she waits for the doctor to sit down.

“I don’t know where to start,” She nervously confides.

“You can talk about anything you like,” Dr. Carter smiles. There is no judgment here.”

As she listens, the first thing she becomes aware of are Shana’s eyes. She rarely blinks as she talks about her progress. The eyes have an almost hypnotic quality as Shana speaks in a monotone about her family and friends. The brilliance is so captivating that Dr. Carter has to glance at her notes, lest she get sucked into them.

“Doc?”

Silence.

“Doc, are you listening to me?”

“Yeah,” Dr. Carter jots in her notebook. “I was just getting this all down.”

A mild, intoxicating scent invades her nostrils. The lavender-like smell is not as overpowering as some of the perfumes she is used to, yet the smell still strikes Dr. Carter as odd. The doctor can’t pin it down, yet it feels strangely...erotic. Dr. Carter starts to feel uncomfortable, and she doesn’t know exactly why.

As the session comes to a close, the doctor rises from her seat to thank Shana for her attendance. Dr. Carter suppresses a yawn and makes a note to catch a catnap between her 11:00 and 1:00 appointments. Yet other than that, it seems to be a successful completion of an otherwise typical appointment. The teen saunters toward her SUV, her butt jiggling in her gray pencil skirt.

Lying awake at night, the doctor replays the session over and over in her head. Shana’s behavior definitely strikes her as odd. The image of the teen’s ass swaying repeats itself in a perverted loop as the doctor pushes it away. Yet with each effort it reasserts itself, even stronger than before. The doctor purses her lips and moans.

“Mmmm...” She strokes her breasts. “Shana...please...don’t...go...”

She toys with her nipples, twisting and turning them to erectness as her mind wanders. She thinks of all the bad things she wants to do with—to—her patient. A voice in the back of her mind screams to stop and for a brief moment she catches herself. Her breathing becomes labored as she becomes aware of the heat rising between her legs.

Without hesitation she shoves her hand into her underwear and starts pleasuring herself, fingers pulsating in and out in a piston like fashion as she gives in to her lust. Her hips buckle in concert with her fingers as she writhes, the waves of pleasure coming on top of the other. The noise of the world falls away as the sweat pours from her body, and all she becomes aware of is her.

At last she cries and collapses in a heap, the liquid trickling down her legs.

When she stumbles into her bathroom the following morning, she doesn’t like what she sees. The reflection of her unkempt hair around her smooth Mediterreanean face is a wake up call. You’re better than this, she thinks to herself. Half-awake and half-asleep she strips and climbs into the shower, hoping the warm water would pelt some sense into her.

Tavia had experimented once before, in college, but that was fifteen years ago. Never in a million years would she consider herself to be gay. She’d gone out with a guy just recently before breaking up. So why would she start fantasizing about an 18 year-old patient?

She chalks it up to an isolated incident and dries herself off, pushing the matter aside. Yet there is no getting around it. Erotic transference is nothing new. Yet Shana is young, practically a child, and by turning her into an object of desire she’d taken a step towards violating the cardinal rules of her profession.

When Shana walks through her door the following week, the doctor’s face is expressionless as she welcomes her inside. Yet her guts are churning. She sits behind her desk, hoping it would put some distance between her and her patient.

“We need to talk,” The doctor gets straight to the point.

Shana’s back stiffens. The hairs on her back stand up as she stares straight ahead. She shifts around nervously in her chair as her chest tightens. Whatever the news is, it probably isn’t good.

“Shana I...” The doctor gathers her thoughts. “There’s no other way to say this, but I can’t see you anymore.”

The teen blinks furiously.

“It’s not me it’s you, right?” She composes herself.

Dr. Carter nods.

Shana jumps out of her chair and paces around the room nervously. Her complexion is actually paler as she circles around with her arms across her chest, brooding quietly. A soft sniffle becomes a whimper, then a heaving sob as she slinks back into her chair.

“What’s wrong?” Dr. Carter asks.

“You’re just like all the others,” Shana manages to mumble between tears. “you say you want to help me get better, but when I become too much to handle you pawn me off to somebody else. You don’t understand what it’s like to be me. But if you’d only take a moment to listen...”

“This is for our own good,” Dr. Carter hands her a tissue. “if we continue seeing each other, problems could arise. Serious complications. You understand?”

Shana nods.

A pang of regret sets in as the doctor glances at Shana’s body. Already at her age her breasts are more developed than the doctor’s were. It’d be a shame not to touch those tits and thighs. Then there is that smell...

The doctor feels lightheaded just thinking about it.

As if in a dream, the doctor watches herself walk toward her patient. The scene unfolds in slow motion as the doctor lifts Shana to her feet. And then it happens.

Though the kiss lasts only a few seconds, the sensation of their moist lips smacking against each other sends Dr. Carter’s atoms into overdrive. Her sex tingles. This is what she has always wanted. Yet just as quickly, they pull away, equally surprised by the other.

“Here’s a number for a colleague,” Dr. Carter thrusts a business card into Shana’s hand. “She’s very good at cases like yours. Call her as soon as you get home.”

“But...”

“That’s an order. Now please go, before I change my mind.”

The doctor lets out a sigh as the SUV pulls out of her driveway.

“Shana,” She murmurs. “I miss you already.”

The feelings of lust and lightheadedness slowly fade away in the wake of Shana’s absence. Gradually, as the memories fade, so does the doctor’s desire for women. Yet every so often she would catch a scent or smell as she strolled in her garden or in the marketplace that would remind her of the passionate exchange. In those moments she would steal herself to a bathroom or her car and pleasure herself for what feels like hours. Yet with each grope, twist and touch she could feel her control slipping away. It was an unhealthy fixation and she knew it, yet she couldn’t let go. It was as if the girl held sway over her soul. It was wrong all the way around, yet with each passing day the desire to see her patient grew more and more.

Relaxing in the bathtub one night Tavia’s thoughts wander again when a loud knocking sound stirs her awake. As she descends down the stairs in her bathrobe she could just make out Shana standing at the front door in a trenchcoat. A lump develops in the doctor’s throat as she hesitates. Should she answer let her patient in?

“Shana?” Dr. Carter opens the door. “What are you doing here?”

“Something’s come up,” Her former patient confesses. “can I come in?”

“It’s eleven o’clock at night. Couldn’t you send me an email?”

Shana shakes her head.

“It’s an emergency.”

Dr. Carter hesitates. Every nerve in her body is screaming to reach for the phone and call for the police. But one look at the shivering teen and her heart melts. Against the better part of her judgment the doctor waves her into the living room, praying like Hell that Shana is telling the truth.

“My parents kicked me out,” Shana plops on the couch. “we got into a fight, and tonight was the final straw. Some friends of mine have a flat downtown. My bags are packed. I just wanted to let you know.”

“That’s awful,” Dr. Carter is crestfallen. “anything I can do for you?”

Shana shakes her head.

“Well, there is one thing you can do for me, though.”

A spritz of perfume invades the doctor’s face. Her eyes dilate as everything takes on the feel of looking through a funhouse mirror. Shana smiles impishly as the doctor’s muscles give way, and everything falls into blackness.

A distinct feeling of darkness envelopes the doctor as her knees ache. A cool breeze blows over her erect nipples when she comes to, and she realizes instantly that she is naked. The sound of traffic echoes in the distance. Is she in an abandoned building? A construction site?

Dr. Carter cranes her head slightly, only to be yanked by gently by a long chain. The doctor groans as she feels the leather collar pressing against her neck.

“Awake I see,” A voice cackles as her blindfold is removed.

Dr. Carter recognizes it instantly.

“Shana?”

“Right behind you,” The teen presses her knee into the doctor’s back.

As her blindfold is removed, the doctor can just make out four nude figures standing in front of her. The girls couldn’t be any older than Shana. A bottle of perfume sits on a wooden bench in the corner of her eye.

“Where am I? I mean, how did you—”

“Concentrated LSD and a little some flowers I plucked from the garden. Oh, you mean what I did to you this time?”

The doctor seethes with anger. So all those feelings for her patient were just byproducts of chemistry? She should’ve trusted her instincts all along. If she hadn’t opened that door...

“You used me,” Dr. Carter growls.

“I have to admit, it was a lot easier than I expected. The moment I sat in your office I knew you would eat out of my hand. With some assistance from that bottle over there.”

Shana nods at the perfume.

“Please meet your new family. The latina to your far left is Carmen, the blonde is Hilary, the brunnette is Courtney, and the redhead is Kylie.”

Four naked schoolgirls, standing four abreast. Dr. Carter’s eyes go wide with fear as the purpose of her presence becomes startling clear. She bristles at the collar around her neck, only to be gently admonished by Shana’s delicate hand.

“Let’s get this show on the road,” Shana leads her slowly towards the first of the four girls.

Carmen spreads her legs, revealing tufts of finely raven hair. The doctor doesn’t know what to do at first, but suddenly her memories of her college days come to the fore. She nibbles the girl’s leg, nibbles that become slow patient licks that coat the inside of her thigh. The lick, lick lick continues as the doctor’s tongue alternates between inside and outside, up and down until they glisten, bathed by a shaft of moonlight. It looks like heaven.

The girl gasps as the doctor nuzzles her sex, teasingly licking the folds of the labia. The girl moans and cranes her head as the doctor lashes them, alternating between the lips and the clit. Waves of muted pleasure wash over her.

“se....siente bien,” Carmen stammers.

Yet suddenly the tongue disappears and the girl whimpers. What happened? Did she do something wrong? Is the woman still there?

The tongue lashing resumes, and the waves of pleasures begin to build up, higher and higher, nearing their erotic crescendo. The girl’s caramel colored legs are buckling now, and it’s all she can do to maintain her balance. Her cries echo in the night.

She collapses onto the ground, sticky and wet from the beautiful torture.

The same story more or less repeats itself as Dr. Carter moves towards each girl and the next. With each experience she could feel bits of her personality fade away. A new focus takes shape in the corners of her mind. Her house, her job, her appearance—those are only trappings now. Her one true purpose is to serve and obey, and as the girls succomb one by one, it feels glorious.

Saving herself for last, Shana offers herself up to the doctor. Each moan and gasp brings her home in a way she’s never felt before. When it’s all said and done Dr. Carter catches her breath. Her tongue is exhausted and her chin is covered in fluid. Yet she’s never felt better.

“Good girl,” Shana strokes the doctor’s hair. “Now rise. It’s time to get you cleaned up.”

A tingle of pleasure washes over Dr. Carter as she glances at her new uniform: A low cut blouse, miniskirt, see-through underwear. A smile creeps along her face. She couldn’t have any idea of knowing where she will live or get on. But as she is led away towards a waiting van, something told her that everything would be okay.

Everyting would be okay.