The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

bzzt bzzt bzzt My phone alarm sounded off, waking my from my slumber. I got up, feeling a bit groggy, having to wake up earlier than usual. You definitely owe me one Hailey. I went to wash up in the restroom. As the water woke up me up, looking at myself through the mirror, I noticed my nipples were hard and protruding through my shirt, along with a damp spot on my panties. Again with waking up slightly aroused, those damn stories are really getting to me, huh... Whatever, I thought once more, dismissing it and continuing to get ready and dressed like any other morning. As I put on my clothes, I noticed they felt a little stuffier than usual. How odd, they’re not even buttoned up all the way and yet, I feel...cramped? Was that the word I was looking for? Any who, I decided to unbutton a few more off the top. There, that felt much better, looking at myself once more in front of the mirror. That’s a bit more cleavage than usual, isn’t it? But that’s fine, it’s alright to show off a little more. It feels good after all. Yeah, it really does. With that off my mind, I took off to work, much earlier than usual, thanks to Hailey. As I was leaving, another thought lingered in my mind. What about my damp panties? I had almost forgot about them, thinking to head back and change them. What about them? They’re just going to get wet again anyways. Yeah, that’s true, I thought, and dismissed any further worries.

After a short commute, I made it to the office, making my way to the cubicles, settling in and turning on my work station. That’s when I saw Hailey walk through the doors. She spotted me almost immediately, waved at me before hurrying over. Right as she came around the corner, she took a quick step back, her eyes clearly staring at my chest, looking caught off guard.

“Nikki, you made it! And looking pretty damn fine today,” she said, ogling my cleavage. “Trying to win brownie points with the boss or...?” she said with a glint in her eye.

“What are you talking about Hailey? Yeah, I know it’s a bit more cleavage than usual but its not like I have ulterior motives, I swear!” I said with a bit of chuckle. She can be so silly sometimes, thinking the craziest things over a little skin. “I just felt more stuffy than usual today, is all! Now, show me my half of the work, if you don’t mind!” I said, bracing myself for the work overload. Hailey digs through her bag and shows me a USB drive.

“Here, this is basically all the work I need done. Just plug it in and you’ll see all the files and reports that basically have to be rewritten from scratch. And again, I’m so thankful for all the help!” Hailey said, her hands placed firmly together, sincerely thanking me for my help. “It took me about the entire week doing it at a casual pace to finish, so I know if we both do it diligently, I’m thinking it’ll add only 10-15 hours to our work week!”

I looked at her, knowing full well that meant adding 3+ hours to my work day or the next 5 days, today included. Well, there goes my workout time for the week. I loaded the data onto my computer as that thought ed my mind. “Well, if that’s the case, let’s get started. But that also means you have to make sure you’re putting in a 110% this entire week too, got it? I don’t want to hear me finished with my end and you begging me to help wrap up yours, okay?” I told her with a mild glare.

“Yes Nikki! I understand!” she responded while doing a little bow. I know she doesn’t say much about her personal life, but the little mannerisms she displays clearly shows she’s just a bit of a weeb. Kind of cute, honestly. That aside, we both started on it, working into the start of our actual shifts, juggling both our current reports and the ones we needed to catch up on.

As hours ed, my mind went on auto-pilot. Doing this tedious work for so long usually does that to me, but it was for the best. Really lets the time flow by faster and usually made sure I ignored most distractions, like every time a coworker would walked by and check me out(which I noticed was happening a lot more often today than usual. Can’t a girl show off just a bit of cleavage without being seen like the office pin up girl? Like honestly). Before I knew it, the day was almost over. Well, sort of, I knew I had to stay at least another hour or so to catch up on all the work I was falling behind helping Hailey. The thought saddened me a bit, my mind really wanting to go back home. And do what exactly? Read more stories? That ing thought kind of got me thinking about the weekend. How I still didn’t reach nirvana, how I had been basically blue balled not once, but twice! Ah, it was all so frustrating. And now I was typing slower! Much slower...but why- And that’s when I noticed, with mild shock, why I was typing slower. My left hand had stopped typing and was playing with my breasts! I could feel my hard nipples protruding against my bra, the nubs slightly visible from their stiffened forms! What is going on with me? I refocused back up and had both hands back on my desk, ready to keep typing out this report. Just another hour was all I need to make good enough progress to reach the weekend deadline. Just focus! As I continued to type, my mind went back to its auto-pilot state. That’s good! This last hour will fly by now, I had hoped! But, something was strange. Why was I clicking on links? I should be typing, right? After squirming a bit in my chair, just now feeling the dampness between my thighs, I snapped out of it. I noticed I was on the Author’s page again, under PitayaCat’s list of stories, looking for another story to read! What is wrong with me? I quickly closed the tabs and windows before anyone else noticed I was basically browsing porn on the office computer and went back to the report. I couldn’t let myself auto-pilot anymore! I felt a disgruntled moan escape my lips at the thought of this, as I steeled myself through this last half hour, 100% in control of every action and motion until I hit a point that felt satisfactory for the day. Finally, I can go home! I got up and grabbed my purse, not noticing the damp patch I left on the office chair, and headed off, stopping by Hailey’s cubicle before leaving. “Hey, I got to a good point today, how’s everything on your end?“

“I’m just about to get to a good spot myself! Again, thank you so much Nikki! I really appreciate the help! I’ll see you early tomorrow as well, ’kay?” she inquired, with a very gracious look on her face. Though I did notice she glanced at my breasts again, but I ignored it. She could use a little show for all the stress she was going through, even if it was self inflicted.

“Well I’m glad to hear that, and yeah, see ya early tomorrow, later Hailey!” I waved at her as I walked to my car. Looking at the clock, I really only had so much time for myself before I knew I needed to head back to bed. Great, I thought. I usually would think this would be a quick week, but with being perpetually denied(just like those girls in the stories), and my auto-pilot mode being compromised cause of it, I knew this week was going to be agonizingly long. As I drove home, I saw a shopping center enter my peripherals, an outlet store catching my attention. I’m not sure why but I felt the urge to check it out. I mean, why not? If my current clothes feel too stuffy and uncomfortable, maybe a change in wardrobe is what I need. Certainly would make my week more tolerable. Sure, why not? With that in mind, I drove into the parking lot and gave myself a little shopping spree.

A little less than an hour later, I came out with a good handful of different ensembles. I had originally wanted to try more professional looking attire but every time I had tried them on, it felt just so uncomfortable, like I was being suffocated! Every time I had to unbutton so many buttons before the feeling faded away, and I pondered, if I had to that every time, why even wear something that needed to be buttoned up in the first place? So I ended up buying a good variety of low-cut tops, sweaters, and dresses, along with some more skirts to add to my collection(which were noticeably shorter than the ones I had). Feeling quite happy about my purchase, I stepped out into the parking lot when the pink lights hit me. Now with the sun setting, the store lights were more prominent than before. And with that, the pink shine coming from the adult toy store stuck out to me like a sore thumb. How brave, or crazy, some people were to buy adult toys so brazenly like it was any other normal purchase. Adult toys...the thought of that took me back to last nights story. How Claire was subliminally programmed to buy and use them to train her body to be ready for her anonymous master. How she bought things like nipple clamps, dildos, vibrators, anal beads, gags, all of these to make sure every hole was ready for him to enter, every erogenous zone was trained to be as sensitive as they could be to help her cum more easily, and despite this she still wasn’t allowed to unless she got permission. Just ing that made me zone out, my juices softly flowing, my mind wanting to cum as well, knowing it couldn’t. Why couldn’t I? Yeah, why couldn’t I cum, I started to reason. I just realized how strange it was that I couldn’t cum just cause I read a few good stories. Before I started delving further into it, I snapped out of it when the store clerk told me to have a good one. I blinked a few times and realized I wasn’t in the parking lot anymore. I was at the entrance of the adult toy store, my hand raised to wave good-bye, and in my other hand was a decently sized bag. Upon further inspection, I noticed it was filled with adult toy. Nipple clamps, insertable vibrators, dildos, basically everything Claire had used in her story. A mild panic had ensued. When did I buy this? Why did I buy this? I looked at the toys some more, my imagination taking over a bit, thinking how good they felt when Claire used them. My eyes glazed over just a bit. You got them to help with your immersion, ? Yeah, I now. I really wanted to put myself in Claire’s shoes. That makes sense, I told myself as I made my way back home, already driving without even realizing it. But I knew it was kind of pointless, my stubbornness bringing itself forward, reminding me that the only way I would get the full experience was if I read the last chapter. Behind that damned paywall. No, I refused to pay for it! There has to be another story that he(or she, technically PitayaCat can be either or, now that I think about it) published, completed and all! There just has to be! I held onto this hope as I continued driving home, unaware how wet I was the entire time.

Finally home, I dropped my bags on the couch, taking off my clothes to get more comfortable. The only thing left on me was a pair of sodden panties, which at this point, I didn’t even mind anymore. Usually I would put on a simple t-shirt, but for some reason, I felt fine being just like this. I saw I had maybe a little more than an hour max before I needed to go to bed in order to have a good amount of sleep and be up early enough to help Hailey. With that, I looked over at my computer. It wasn’t the weekend anymore so I usually don’t read those stories on a weekday to avoid sleeping late. But the thought of another night going by with my sexual frustration being unresolved felt maddening as well! I decided to see if I could find his shortest story. Maybe he wrote one with a quick resolution, and thus no need to hide the ending in his patreon! Maybe...hopefully...please...I pleaded softly to myself as I booted up my pc and went straight to his page of stories. Trying my best to ignore the summaries(an be drawn into a long one that keeps me up all night!), I went through every story trying to find the one with the least amount of chapters or words. After a couple minutes I found one! It was only two chapters, they weren’t super small, but all in all, it was definitely their shortest story! I had decided on it, well, I will once I read the summary. Last thing I need is to read a short story I have 0% interest in and not release due to the lack of it. Hm, looks like it’s one of those induction story, where the whole point is to hypnotize the reader. I know those usually involve the reader hitting their own climax, but let’s just see what this one says. As I opened it, I read the usual disclaimer at the top of these particular stories, letting me know that it will put me in trance, to be comfortable, in a private area as well, and that it may contain commands to disrobe me(like I can disrobe any further) and touch myself. Yes, this was exactly what I was looking for! These usually only have one chapter, but two still sounds right, maybe the first puts me under and the second one is bringing me to release and waking me up from trance. Yeah, that’s got to be it, I surmised as my hands were already diving to my needy slit, softly rubbing as I started the story. Almost immediately though it requested for me to refrain from touching so unless they command. I mean, I guess that made sense, the story only really worked if I listened to what it had to say. I did as it commanded, and set my hands to the side for now, reading it intently, making sure to stay completely focused. Last thing I wanted to do was skim ahead and miss the triggers they usually had that put you under and ruin the story. The induction was pretty simple, it painted a vivid image of a spiral through it’s words, looking so well thought out it felt like it was actually there. It spun and twisted, occasionally going back and forth, its direction changing, in and out. It drew me in, the text felt like it was oozing as I read more and more, getting lost. PitayaCat was really good at getting the reader so immersed in these, was the last thought that went through my mind as the induction described a snap so perfectly, I could feel like I actually heard it. And then there was darkness.