The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The loud hum of a car engine roars Julia and Peta Aznaŕ’s ears as they huddle themselves in Peta’s green hatchback, blasts of warm air swaddling their chilled bodies. The vibration reverberates through their seats as they ward off the February chill. At least, until they work up the stones to go outside.

It wasn’t Julia’s plan to go to the dentist. Not this soon. She hoped to sweat it out until her next cleaning in September, but her wisdom teeth got in the way. The pain in her upper jaw had developed gradually for several weeks. The dull throbbing was tolerable at first. If she medicated herself at all, it was with aspirin, at least, until the soreness became too much.

The sisters gaze at the suite of offices in front of them.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Peta eyes the tinted windows of the Beautiful Creatures Dentistry, Incorporated.

“I checked it out,” Julia grunts through the pain. “It’s legit.”

“But it’s not even in your network,”

“Don’t worry about it,” Julia huffs. “I can pay.”

The women clamor out of the jalopy as the doors slam behind them. Manes of curly raven hair drape her shoulders as Julia buttons her corduroy jacket. Every nerve in Peta’s body screams for them to turn around and go someplace else.

But it’s her older sister’s decision after all, and Peta needs to respect it.

Peta adjusts the spectacles on her face.

“Beautiful Creatures,” She glances at the signage on the door.

A red rose snakes through the lettering.

A young receptionist mans the front desk. Sexy dark bangs hang over her face as the woman gazes back innocently.

“Excuse me,” Julia trudges towards the counter. “My name’s Julia Aznaŕ, and this is my sister Peta. I believe I have an appointment at nine today?”

The brunette glances at her computer screen.

“You’re correct,” The girl pushes a clipboard toward Julia. “Just fill these forms out and someone will be right with you.”

The sisters plop in a pair of love seats and settle in for a comfortable wait. Lilith Fair-type music echoes through the stereo as Peta’s eyes flit around the pink room. Georgia O’Keefe painting ringing the walls;; magazines like Muff, Sapphos, and Sisters in Love line the racks. Peta shifts uneasily in her seat.

“This place is making me feel uncomfortable,” She whispers to her sister.

The plea falls on deaf ears as Julia diligently fills out the paperwork (“Female, 21, 140 lbs”).

“They want to know whether I’m into water sports,” She says with an air of disbelief. “What does water polo has to do with any of this?”

Peta rolls her eyes incredulously.

Julia completes the paperwork with a flourish and shoves it across the reception desk. The dark-haired woman accepts it with a smile.

“Julia Aznaŕ?” A spiky blonde in blue scrubs strides into the waiting room.

“That’s me.”

“Dr. Hart will see you now.”

The Latina follows closely behind as the older woman leads her through the labyrinthine corridor. Julia struggles to keep pace with the tall blonde as she leads the way, her massive legs thundering through the hall. A tinge of jealousy ripples through Julia as she glances at the older woman’s swaying ass.

Some people can’t have it all.

“You’re lucky to be booked so early,” The blonde confides. “Dr. Hart usually doesn’t take patients until eleven, but she had to...move things around a little today.”

Julia nods approvingly.

“My name’s Tori Johnson, by the way. I’ll be your dental hygienist today.”

“Here we are,” Johnson leads Julia into a sterile exam room.

The white glow of a mounted television fills the florescent-lit room as muzak drifts from the speakers above. Julia glances at the pair of women straddling each other on-screen as they wrestle on the floor—a seminal scene from one of her favorite TV shows. Her eyes glaze over as she stretches out on the dental chair, unsure what to expect

“The dentist will see you shortly,” Johnson caresses her forearms. “Is there anything you need, headphones? Some water?”

Julia glances at the calloused hands lingering on her limb. They stroke her ever so gently, kneading and massaging. It would be pleasant, if it wasn’t so uncomfortable.

“I’m fine,” Julia pulls away.

She shuts her eyes as the dental hygienist leaves the room. Her shoulders relax as she drifts off to sleep, soft music playing in the background. It’ll be over before you know it, she consoles herself. Then back to business as usual...

A rocking sensation jolts her awake as she glances at Johnson and Dr. Hart entering the room.

“Tired already?” The dental hygienist teases her.

Julia glances at the plunging necklines of their uniforms. Johnson’s breasts practically spill out as she leans over to examine Julia’s mouth. The proximity is too close for comfort, but there is little Julia can do.

“There’s an eruption, near number 16,” Johnson’s voice is clipped. “Right third molar—look.”

“Let me see,” Dr. Hart pushes her aside.

Gloved hands poke and prod indecently as the dentist gets a closer look. Julia doesn’t raise a finger to this invasion as Dr. Hart roots around. It’s isn’t like Julia hasn’t had her mouth probed by a dentist before. Yet there’s something different about Dr. Hart. A lascivious glare flashes in her eye as she jabs her finger in Julia’s mouth, as though she were a sea bass rather than a human being.

A plopping sound as Dr. Hart pulls her saliva-coated finger out of her Julia’s mouth.

“It’s a good thing you made an appointment, Ms. Aznaŕ,” The doctor shoots a look at Johnson. “Forceps, please?”

A shot of lidocaine numbs Julia’s mouth as she drifts into darkness.

“So how was it?” Peta grips the steering wheel as her sister rides shotgun.

Julia raises her thumb in reply.

Despite the unwanted attention and creepy vibe, she can’t complain. Dr. Hart and her staff bent over backwards to make her feel at ease, though at times it didn’t feel like it. She had no desire to see them again, though something told her she would. Though no one can predict the future, Julia can’t shake the feeling that their paths would cross once again.

Though how and why remain a mystery.

“I think the receptionist has a mad on for me,” Peta stares straight ahead. “She kept eyeing me the whole time you were back there. It was gross. Not as gross as those magazines, though.”

Images of nude girls entwined in each other’s arms dance in her mind, sucking, groping, licking. She still couldn’t get them out of her head. Peta found them revolting, yet there was something fascinating about the erotic displays. She couldn’t look away.

The ivy-colored buildings of a college campus loom in the distance as the sisters look ahead. Julia straightens as the hatchback glides into the parking lot outside her dorm.

“Thank you,” She mumbles as she embraces her sister.

“This stays between you and me, amiga,” Peta pulls away. “But if you pull a stunt like that again, I’ll have to tell Mom.”

Concern lines her face as she watches her older sister disappear into the building, hoping that history doesn’t repeat itself.

Rays of sunlight kiss Julia’s face as her eyes flutter open. A groan escapes her lips as she rolls onto her back. Drowsiness gives way to lucidity as her thoughts begin to clear.

The pain is gone, but a different sensation has taken its place. The surge of energy galvanizes her as she sits up in her bed. The chirps of the robins outside her window vibrate with lushness. Colors are more dynamic and vibrant. Even the pungent aroma of her roommate’s gym socks, are more pungent than usual.

Julia glances at the discarded clothing on the floor. Once again, her roommate has failed to clean up after herself. Julia makes a mental note to confront the girl when she returns. She savors the comfort of being alone.

She peels off her pajamas and steps into the shower. Warm water pelts her as she lingers, the rivulets coursing down her back and thighs. Julia exhales as the steam swaddles her. She reaches for the rope of soap dangling over the handle.

“JA,” She glances at the stamped initials.

The lather coats her breasts and thighs as she scrubs herself. Her nipples become hard with each rubbing, eliciting a soft moan. Julia purses her lips as her hands drift towards her stomach and thighs. She closes her eyes as fingers circle her belly button, spelling out her name in invisible letters.

A thrill tingles up her legs as she thinks of Johnson’s firm grip. Julia finds herself yearning for that touch again as her warm fingers nestle inside her moist slit.

No, she pulls back. This is wrong.

She wraps a towel around her waist and saunters into her living quarters.

She glances at her wardrobe with disappointment. Though she had plenty of to choose from, she doesn’t fancy them. The modest jeans and tops she’d accumulated no longer seem interesting. The coldness of winter will soon give way to spring, and she intends to take advantage of it.

A sensation suddenly springs from the implant in her back molar.

Unbeknownst to her, the device had been embedded by Dr. Hart when she was asleep. Within a matter of minutes the chip was rearranging Julia’s personality into a complex web of thoughts and patterns that remained unspoken until now...

“I need a new wardrobe,” She murmurs.

Peta’s eyes gloss over the diagram as her instructor drones on and on. Her concentration waxes as the words drift in and out like so much dross. Her eyelids droop as she rests her elbows on the desk, trying hard not to be bored.

“Can anyone tell me what this is?” The older woman glides a laser over the cutaway of a penis.

Peta yawns.

“I am I boring you, Ms. Aznar?”

“No, Ms. Miller,” Peta says half-interestedly.

“You may think this is funny,” Her teacher shoots a look. “But I can assure you the rest of the class doesn’t think so. Do you even know what the Cowper’s gland actually does?”

If Peta wanted to know how babies were made, she’d consult the Internet. Almost all the basic knowledge about sex could readily be obtained from hundreds of websites. Peta and her peers were already beyond that, thanks in large part to this thing called a search engine. Yet the whole point seemed lost on her poor, out of date teacher.

“No, but I can look it up on my smart phone,” Peta shoots back.

The class erupts in laughter as a flustered Ms. Miller looks on. She resumes her lecture, pretending not to care.

Peta’s thoughts meander as she stares into space, the dark-haired receptionist still fresh in her mind. The image of the girl still lingers one week on, the memory of those furtive glances making Peta blush with shame.

For as long as she can remember, Peta always thought of herself as straight. Yet there was something beguiling about the girl’s hazel eyes. They flashed with desire and yearning, an unspoken invitation passing between the girls like an incitement to riot. Each glance threatened to reel Peta further and further in, until she was naked and exposed...

It has taken all her strength not to succumb, yet even now the bespectacled teen can’t stop thinking about those wavy locks and luscious lips, the henna irises teasing her from behind the counter...

Peta moans softly as she strokes the inside of her thigh.

“Something you want to share with the class, Ms. Aznar?”

“Uh, no,” Peta catches herself. “I was just, um, thinking about something—”

“Fantasize on your own time, Ms. Aznar,” Ms. Miller interjects. “If I catch another peep out of you, you’re out of here. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am,” Peta slumps in her seat.

The stairwell echoes with the clomping of boots as Julia climbs toward her dorm room, shopping bags in tow. Her shoulders ache under the weight of the gargantuan cargo. Every step towards the landing feels like a triumph until her fit hit the upper floor.

“Whoo,” Julia huffs as she catches her breath.

Her eyes linger as she takes in her new appearance. The hip huggers are a far cry from her normally modest jeans. The Latina can’t help but marvel at the way the fabric clings to her body. It is almost obscene the way it accentuates her ass and thighs, criminal even.

The black leather jacket is no less stunning. The radiant sheen almost makes up for the sticker shock as Julia takes it all in. Not to mention how it hugs her hips. Julia tries to remember a time she looked this sexy. She comes up with blanks.

A surge of confidence courses through her as she caresses herself. From her chest to her ass, every curve cries out to be pinched and touched. A self-satisfied smile creeps along her face as Julia touches herself.

She recovers long enough to make it back towards the room. She fumbles for the keys as she unlocks the door, only to be greeted by the dumbstruck strawberry blonde on the other side.

“Julia,” Dina glances at her gorgeous roommate. “Where have you been? I checked the Caf, the library—everywhere I could think of, but you were not there. Is something wrong?” It’s not like you to disappear like this—”

The Latina seethes with rage as she glances at her hapless roommate. The poor girl stares in shock as Julia’s nostril’s flare, weeks of repressed anger bubbling to the surface like so many dregs. Dina backs away slowly.

Before she can do anything, Julia lunges at her and spins her roommate around. She attempts to squirm away as Julia bends her over her knee. But the Latina’s grip is much too strong.

A feeling of utter shock washes over her as Julia raises her hand...

“Julia!” Dina protests. “What are you doing?!”

“Teaching...you...how...to...behave!”

A cry escapes Dina’s lips as her roommate’s hand comes down, each smack harder than the last. Her bottom stings with a vengeance. Yet despite the tears welling in her eyes, there is no attempt at escape or resistance—only submission.

Dina whimpers as the spankings finally stop.

“What was that all about?”

“I don’t know,” Julia softens. “A feeling just came over me and, well...”

Dina catches her breath as Julia runs her hands through her hair. Fingers graze Dina’s shoulders and lower back as Julia touches them tenderly. The tactile sensation of skin on skin sends a jolt through the Latina’s spine that is otherworldly.

Is this what being with another woman feels like?

“I promise I’ll be neater from now on,” Dina pleads. “Just don’t hit me ever again.”

“I’ll do my best.”

But not even Julia is sure she’ll live up to that request.