The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Finn didn’t know what to do—if he’d had a blanket handy, he would’ve thrown it over Jenny.

Standing in the doorway was a teacher whose name he didn’t know, a music teacher. Possibly the one who had given Jenny the key in the first place.

He expected her to freak out, to start shouting at the teenagers or calling for the school’s security guard.

Instead, she looked at Jenny—and then at Finn—before sighing, a half-smile on her face like she’d just caught them making out.

Instead of naked, panting, red-faced, and filling the room with the scent of female arousal.

“Are you two quite done?” she asked pleasantly, stepping into the room. “Because we’re going to need the room soon.”

“Yes, Mrs. Kowalczy,” Jenny said, her voice still a deeply contented haze, before shooting Finn a concerned look. “I mean… are we?”

Finn’s head was spinning. At the sight of her star flautist (he couldn’t imagine Jenny being anything other than an expert at anything she did) flushed, breathing heavily, and not wearing a stitch of clothing… Mrs. Kowalczy hadn’t even blinked twice.

He glanced at his phone. Eight minutes left.

The teenage boy’s instinct was to apologize to the teacher, order Jenny to put her clothes back on, and get the hell outta dodge… but his teacher’s unusual reaction (and the power of the app in his hand) gave him confidence.

“Actually,” he said, turning to look Mrs. Kowalczy in the eyes. “I hadn’t quite finished yet.”

He didn’t ask a direct question or give a direct order— he just made a statement of fact and put the ball in her court.

And it paid off.

The teacher glanced at her watch. “You have seven minutes,” she said coolly, retreating through the door. “And then I really need you two out of here.”

As she closed the door behind her, Finn turned back to his naked, busty classmate. He had a massive grin on his face and a boner threatening to burst out of his pants. “You’re going to jerk me off,” he ordered— Jenny’s eyes widened in fear, and his grin faltered as she slowly shook her head.

Buzz. Denied.

“I’m going to cum on your tits,” he said, licking his lips nervously. He’d never had to get off under such time pressure before—there had been one time on a family vacation when he’d had to go quickly so that his mother wouldn’t wonder why he was taking so long in the bathroom—but in this case, there was a literal clock ticking down.

Buzz. Jenny nodded, her face still nervous. “And you’re going to like it.”

Another buzz. Another nod, this one more enthusiastic than the one before.

“Good girl,” Finn said, a smile creeping onto his face.

As he lowered his pants, Jenny’s expression turned into one of lust. She’d clearly never seen a cock before, and Finn’s instructions (or perhaps the natural response of a heterosexual woman) meant that she was clearly excited at the sight of his hard dick.

“Keep stroking yourself,” Finn ordered, and Jenny nodded eagerly. Buzz. His cock was dripping precum, and he was pretty sure he’d be able to climax before time ran out.

The teenage girl moved her hand between her legs, gazing up at him with adoration in her eyes as she stroked herself between her legs. He mirrored her movement, his hand slowly pumping his cock.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned quietly, staring at the girl’s body as she played with herself. “You’re gonna make me shoot, aren’t you?”

She nodded, biting her lip as she stared at him.

“You’re gonna make me shoot all over your big, fat tits?”

“Mmf,” she said, biting her lip. Her hand started moving faster, and so did Finn’s.

“Beg me to cum,” Finn commanded. “Beg me to cum on your tits.”

Buzz.

“Cum on my tits,” she begged breathlessly. “Please, please, let cum on my tits! Shoot your load on me. I want your big, thick thingy to shoot off onto my tits. Please!”

Finn growled in pleasure, his eyes drifting down from her breasts to where her fingers plunged in and out of her pussy. His classmate’s body was everything he’d always imagined it would be.

“I’m your slut,” Jenny moaned, and Finn could feel his balls tightening at her sudden self-debasement. “I’m your dirty little slut, Finn, and I think you’re so hot. Cum on me! Please… ”

To his surprise, Jenny reached a second climax before he reached his first. Her whole body tensed, her tits jiggling erotically as she grunted, her eyes rolling back in her head.

The sight of Jenny’s climax triggered his own, and he let out a long groan of pleasure as his first shot of cum landed on her belly.

“Oh god!” he groaned, blasting his load over her Jenny’s body. His second jet travelled further than his first, coating her bare tits with his seed, and the third and fourth blasted her whole torso with a thick layer of white cum.

When Jenny finally opened her eyes again, she found herself staring at Finn’s cock, still hard, leaking sticky semen onto her stomach.

“We should clean up,” he said sheepishly. He’d bent down to collect his phone from his pocket, and they had less than two minutes until the timer ran out. He had no idea how Jenny would react when the time ran out, if she found herself naked in the rehearsal room, coated in his cum.

Or, for that matter, how the teacher outside would react. Once the timer was up, the app’s reality-bending field might end as well. Maybe not… but it wasn’t worth the risk of being wrong.

Finn looked around for a towel, but— somewhat unsurprisingly—the music room didn’t have one. With the clock ticking down, he wasn’t sure what to do.

“Get dressed,” he ordered, and Jenny nodded. Buzz. “You’re going to wear my cum for the rest of the day.”

Buzz. Nod.

“And,” he said, growing bold, “you’re going to masturbate again tonight, thinking about what we did.”

Jenny just stared at him guilelessly.

Buzz. Request outside parameters.

Right.

The app hit 0:00 just as Jenny was pulling up her panties, and Finn’s throat tightened when he realized that he’d been too slow. But after a slight pause, the teenage girl continued getting dressed, as though nothing was wrong. As though putting clothes back on in the middle of a school day, in a music room with another student, was the most normal thing in the world.

She was tying her shoelaces when Mrs. Kowalczy walked in, a friendly smile on her face. “All done?” she asked, the same smile still on her face. Finn was terrible at guessing ages, but he suspected she must have been older than his mother. She was certainly far older than Ms. Yadamec.

“All done,” he said, completely failing to stop a nervous squeak from entering his voice.

“I’ll see you this afternoon for rehearsal,” she said, addressing Jenny, and as they started talking about the new piece that the band was playing, Finn took the opportunity to slip out of the room. He leaned against the wall, his head racing.

What had just happened?

The rest of the day ed in a blur; he hadn’t been able to think about anything but what he’d done with Jenny… and what he’d be able to do once he unlocked the next level(s) of the app.

‘Renting’ Jenny had been everything he’d wanted it to be. Well, he obviously would have liked more than just a session of mutual masturbation… but getting to see her naked tits, watch her cum (twice!), shoot his load on her perfect body—it had been a dream come true.

A wet dream come true, in fact.

But… why hadn’t Mrs. Kowalczy kicked up more of a fuss? She’d barely reacted at the sight of two students in a locked room together, one of them naked, sweaty, writhing around on the floor in ecstasy.

In fact, she’d all but offered to help: guarding the door so they could ‘finish’. So that Finn could finish on his friend’s body.

And when the timer had ended, Jenny hadn’t freaked out about the fact that she wasn’t wearing pants, or the feeling of Finn’s warm cum on her body. Just like the teacher, she’d acted like everything they’d just done was… normal.

What else was the app capable of?

“Hi, honey.”

“Hey, Mom,” he replied, distracted enough that he wasn’t even bothered by her use of ‘honey’.

“What’s on the agenda for tonight?”

Finn’s immediate instinct was to roll his eyes; he knew exactly what his mother was getting at. She wanted him to study, study, study, become a workaholic just like her.

But… well, after the day’s events, he’d never before been so motivated to succeed at school. His mother’s plan was working, in a way that neither of them had expected.

“Studying,” Finn said with a sigh, ignoring his mother’s proud smile as he made his way upstairs to do just that.

It took him an hour or two to really get into it, but once he’d gotten started, he found himself easily immersed in his studies. By the time dinner rolled around, he’d made solid progress on his two most important assignments, and he could tell by the look on his mother’s face that she was impressed.

Part of him was proud… and part of him was resentful for giving her the satisfaction.

“Take the rest of the evening off,” Sam said, surprising her son. “You’ve earned it.”

Finn narrowed his eyes. She’d never encouraged him to relax before.

“I’m serious,” she said, and he could hear the smile in her voice. “I’ll do the same. We can watch a movie—what’s that video game movie you wanted me to watch?”

“Arcane. But I didn’t want you to watch it, I was just saying that it was really good… ”

“Let’s throw it on,” she said, picking up the empty plate from in front of him. As she did, Finn’s eyes couldn’t help but drift down to her cleavage.

The cleavage he’d given her.

He shook his head, forcing his eyes to the wall opposite.

“Okay,” he croaked, and his mother shot him a strange look before swaying out of the room.

The second surprise of the night was that Finn’s mother seemed to truly enjoy the animated series. At the end of the first episode, she scrunched up her nose. “That’s it?”

“It’s not a movie, Mom,” Finn said, rolling his eyes. “It’s a series. Want to watch the second episode?”

Checking her watch, Sam shook her head. “Not tonight. But if you’re as productive tomorrow, maybe we can watch the next episode then.”

As his mother left the room, Finn found himself practically shaking with rage. She hadn’t wanted to spend time with him at all; she probably hadn’t even enjoyed the show. This was all just another means of control— if he did exactly as she wanted, if he lived his life as she decreed, only then would she act like she liked him.

Only then would she be his mother.

His fingers wrapped around the phone in his pocket. It didn’t have to be like this; if he used Control, he’d be in control. His mother wouldn’t be able to manipulate him, lie to him, or treat him like nothing but a worker drone. If he used Control… he’d be free.

Free to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

His mother was going to pretend to like him? Fine. He could use the app to make her love him.

He could use Control to make her act like the mother he’d always wished he had.

By the time Sam returned to the living room to wish her son goodnight, she was dressed in a skimpy black dress, high heels, and makeup. She looked more like she was ready for a hot date than a night in with her son.

“Goodnight, honey,” she said, kissing Finn lightly on the cheek. “I’m going to go put this away and get some sleep.”

“Stop,” Finn commanded. Buzz. His mother froze.

He considered making her sit and watch another episode of Arcane with him, but… well, he’d seen the show, and she’d already claimed that she’d do that voluntarily.

If he did as she ordered, of course.

No—with the limited time he had available, he was sure there were better things he could do with his mother.

“Make me a milkshake,” he ordered. Buzz. His mother, grumbling about the amount of sugar he was eating, made her way to the kitchen, and it wasn’t long before Finn heard the sound of the blender.

When she returned, he took his glass, ordered his mother to stand and await his next instruction, and slowly began to drink the delicious beverage she’d prepared for him.

As his mother stood there, he couldn’t help but flash back to what he’d done with Jenny that day. If that was any indication of the limits of Level Two, he could probably order his mother to strip naked. He could watch her get off and then jerk off onto her naked body.

Ew. As soon as the thought entered his head, he pushed it away again. He needed to get to whatever level let him transfer control; it was a complete waste, having an app that allowed him to do anything to a woman… and only using it on his mother.

The teenage boy had no sexual interest in his mother. None. He was only interested in using the app to turn the tables, to get revenge on her for being such a bitch all the time.

To humiliate her.

“Clean that up,” he ordered, after slowly pouring a mouthful of his milkshake onto the wooden floor.

Buzz.

“I don’t know why you have to make such a mess,” his mother grumbled, making her way back to the kitchen to collect a paper towel.

“Stop.”

Buzz.

“With your tongue.”

Buzz.

Sam’s eyes widened, and she quickly turned around. “Honey… " she objected, even as she fell to her knees. Her face was red as her tongue slithered out between her lips, and she ran it across the sticky surface of the floor. When she was done cleaning up, she rose to her feet.

“Anything else?” she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Finn narrowed his eyes.

“Again,” he ordered, slowly pouring the last of the milky drink on the floor. “And this time, you’re going to enjoy it.”

Buzz.

Sam’s face was red once more as she lapped up the milkshake, moaning softly with every taste. When she was done, she stood up straight and wiped her face on her arm. She was breathing heavily, and— once more—Finn couldn’t help be reminded of what he’d done with the app earlier that day. Of how Jenny had looked, naked, touching herself, covered in his cum…

“Pose for me,” he ordered. “Hands behind your back, legs apart, and arch your back.”

Buzz.

“Honey,” his mother protested, but she did as she was told. As she did, her eyes flicked down to her son’s crotch, and Finn noticed for the first time that he was hard.

What’s more, the slinky black dress that he’d chosen for his mother apparently didn’t come with a bra: her nipples were poking through, and Finn’s breath caught in his throat.

“Go to bed,” he ordered, breathing a sigh of relief as soon as his mother left the room.

Fuck. What had he done that for?