The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter 1

“That’s fucking bullshit Mark, and you know it” I said to my manager, furious. It was Friday afternoon, and I had no idea I was going to be sidelined like this just before the weekend.

“Look Jason” said Mark, “I know Ashley is making this up. She’s obviously just making this sexual harassment claim because she dislikes you. Plus, everyone knows that you and Mike are gay.”

Mike and I have been happily married for several years now. Thankfully this company was pretty accepting given how right wing this town is, but I’m now even more grateful I just presented us as gay and not both bi like we really are. At the time I just thought it would help make us easier to be more accepted if our sexualities fit into a nice and tidy box for everyone, but now it might be also helping me in other ways. “What are we going to do? She’s the daughter of the CEO for Christ’s sake!”

“You’re fine for now,” said Mark. “She hasn’t kicked it up ed me yet, and I don’t think she’s mentioned this at all to her mom. I think you should go home, it’s the end of the day anyway, calm down over the weekend, and try to come up with some way to make it up to Ashley,” he suggested.

I took a deep breath and replied. “Ok, I will, I said. Thanks for sticking out for me.”

“No problem,” said Mark as I was getting up. “I’m sure this would all blow over.”

As I left Mark’s office though I really wasn’t so sure. Ashley has had it out for me since her mom Helen, the CEO, got her a sales job here. She’s a bitch to everyone, but I could tell it was mostly her homophobia that was the real problem here. Ironically, she probably didn’t realize that I actually did think she was hot, especially with the way she dressed, but I was always very careful not to let off that I knew, and I definitely never did anything that could count as even vaguely creepy with anyone in the office, let alone harassment. As I packed up to head home for the weekend, I had no idea what I was going to do. This was a good job, as head of IT, technically the only IT at this fairly small company, and it paid well. Mark on the other hand was an adjunct professor in the psychology department of the local college, and while they have been making noises for a while now about getting him on tenure track, his current salary and stability wouldn’t be nearly enough to us, especially if I got flat out fired for sexual harassment.

As I drove home all I could do is think about how I was going to break this to Mark. I had no idea that he was going to think of a solution, albeit a rather unorthodox one.

I ended up telling Michael over dinner. I love that man, I have since the moment I met him. It was really his personality, the way that he’s so clever, so caring, at the same time has a hidden wicked streak that matches my own. The fact that he works out and keeps his body in shape doesn’t hurt, and I’m glad he got me to do the same. Although now I’m wondering if Ashley would have just ignored me if she thought I was some fat slob instead of a hot guy that she thought she couldn’t manipulate with her body.

“Oh, that kind of sucks,” replied Mike. “Although really, I think that’s pretty solvable.”

I looked at my husband, very confused. “Maybe I didn’t explain this properly? She’s Helen’s daughter! And she’s brutal and manipulative. If this is what…”

“Shhh” said Mike, bringing me in to kiss me, and then hold me while talking. “I know exactly how the situation is. But there’s something you don’t know that I do,’ he said, looking me in the eyes. “I never told you the details of my latest research project.”

“How, what?” I said in confusion. Mike was in the psychology department given the size of the school, but his area of research is really more cognitive science, with a strong computer science background. Two tech husbands make a powerful team, I was just about to learn how powerful. “I get that if she could relax it might help her being such a bitch, but she’s never going to agree to go into your lab, and even then it probably wouldn’t stop her from trying to get rid of me.”

“That’s just the research I’m going to publish,” said Mike, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “There’s a lot more that I’ve managed to develop, that I absolutely don’t want anyone else to know about. Things that would both change the world in horrible ways and get me slapped under some sort of national defense order.”

“What, what did you do?” I asked, with growing fear. “Did you do something in one of your studies?”

Michael laughed. “Oh, of course not! I would never. But from doing this relaxation research I’ve learned a lot about the human brain, and ways to manipulate it that I didn’t think are possible. There wasn’t any way I could think to explore most of those options that could even an ethics board, nor should it, so I haven’t had any opportunity to test it on someone. It wouldn’t be fair to the patients. But Ashley on the other hand, that homophobic psycho? I don’t give a fuck what happens to her, and I’m confident that I can use this to save your job, and maybe do a lot more too,” he said, now getting very excited. I loved it when he was talking ionately about his research, but I could tell that wasn’t the only way this was making him excited.

A took a deep breath and then tried to ask my husband in a serious tone, “What are we talking about here? You can control people’s minds or something?”

“Sort of,” said Mike, “but not in the way you are probably thinking. There are ways to, well, put in things like triggers. Alter perceptions. But it’s not where close to total control. Really, I don’t know totally for sure what some of the limitations are. This will ultimately be an experiment, just one I can’t ever publish or tell anyone but you about. But I’ll learn as I go, and I know we can at least do enough to get you off your back.”

“Ok, I believe you Mike,” I said. If anyone else had told me this I would have thought that they’re delusional, or at least deeply mistaken. But I knew my husband, how brilliant he is, and that if he was this confident then I was too. “But how are we going to get her to your lab?”

“Oh, that’s the best part Jason, we’re not going to have to. You said before that she’s being using her work phone for personal matters, right?”

“Yeah,” I replied. I manage the company equipment, including all the smartphones. Ashley has been using hers as her own personal phone in many ways that would have gotten anyone else in the company fired, including sending nudes to various boyfriends of hers before, but since she’s Helen’s daughter she could totally get away with it. “What does that do to help us though?”

“And you said that she’s always listening to music with it? Do you know what kind of ear buds she uses?”

“Yeah,” I said telling her the model. I always pick up on that kind of thing. “Where are you going with this?”

Jason replied, even more excited, “the equipment I’ve been using has been helpful in research, but ultimately when it goes to market, we’ll want something cheaper. And I know with a combination of a smartphone and earbuds we can introduce the conditioning that way over time, and she won’t even notice. I’m going to have to get the specs from you and need your help creating a custom solution for her specific equipment, as well as to deploy to her phone, but if we get started now and pull an all nightery, that should let you be able to deploy to her phone tomorrow afternoon, and that should give enough time for the first of the triggers to be in effect by Monday at work.”

“Wait, seriously? Isn’t she going to notice that she’s lost huge chunks of time, or won’t her friends notice that she’s spacing out?” I asked.

“Nope! That’s part of the brilliance of this. It just runs in the background, with subtle changes to the screen and sound through her earbuds when she uses them, nothing that she will notice.”

I took another big breath. This was actually happening. Michael was a genius. “Ok, I guess we’ll get started then?”

We really did work all night, both focused hard as a team. It actually took a bit longer than Mike expected to finish, so it was getting dark again on Saturday by the time we were ready to deploy. Mike let me know that we should still have enough time to get the programming in place, at least enough to keep me from getting fired.

“Ok, are we really going to do this?” I asked, looking at the online portal to deploy the new custom software we had written to Ashley’s phone. “This definitely crosses every ethical line I can think of” I said, the exhaustion really kicking into my voice.

“Jason,” said Mike, looking into my eyes. “We have to. It’s your job. And she’s fucking terrible, I’m not going to have you get fired just because we’re not willing to cross a line against cold, manipulative bitch like her.”

“Ok, lets do it then,” I said, ing the software. “It will be deployed to her phone in… oh, it’s done already,” I said, seeing that the sent message was already there. “She must have had a really good connection right there.”

I kissed Michael, hard, but we were both so exhausted that we went to bed after that. We did have a lot of fun together the next day though, mixed with talking about what Monday would bring.

We were finishing up dinner Sunday night when Mike said, “I think I should come in with you tomorrow.” I knew his summer courses had been cancelled again, something that meant we had to be more careful with our finances, and he had come into the office with me before to help me with doing the tech work. It’s not like the company minded his free labor. But it still didn’t seem like a good idea to me.

“I don’t know. Ashley already hates you as it is. And her seeing you might aggravate her further. What if none of this software actually works?” I asked

Mike responded, “I’m confident that it will work. And having me around will let me see her responses for myself and adjust as necessary. They won’t be immediate, but it should take only a few hours at most, maybe less. Plus, I think I can make her not notice me at all. Here, let me show you something I wrote for you, it’s a list of the modifications I’ve made. There’s obviously a lot more details in the intricacies, but this should help explain in general what’s going to happen.”

I took a look at the list he wrote:

• Ashley will play with herself on the spot whenever she lies
• She’ll find underwear incredibly uncomfortable to wear, it will all be very itchy regardless of material
• She’ll find it just as uncomfortable to wear pants or shorts, anything but skirts or dresses around her legs, and only down to her knees at most
• She’ll find any pubic hair just as itchy and uncomfortable unless she removes it all
• She won’t be able to cum
• She won’t be able to notice me. She can’t see or hear me or anything like that at all

My eyes bulged out reading this, both shocked and kind of turned on. “Ok, I obviously see your fetishes here, but how is this supposed to help my job? Won’t rewarding her for lying just make everything worse?”

“Ah, you’re not seeing the brilliance of my plan you see,” said Mike in a vaguely theatrical tone. “She’ll masturbate while lying. If she tries to lie in person to anyone, she’ll immediately lose all credibility, maybe her job. And it’s going to make her very distracted during it even if she manages to fight the urge for a while. And most of these other modifications play into that, giving her more access to her cunt and whatnot.”

I look back at him skeptically. I’ve never doubted him before, and I didn’t want to start now, but this was a lot to take in. “And the pubic hair thing? More importantly, if you can actually make these kinds of modifications, why can’t you just make her into someone that likes me, or at least tolerates me. Or at least into someone who isn’t completely terrible?” I asked.

Mike signed. “Like I said, this isn’t mind control in the way you are thinking of it. There’s a lot of modifications that just won’t work, and plenty more that would be very unpredictable if I tried. But these ones should almost certainly, and if they don’t, they’ll be very easy to for us to see.”

“Michael, are you planning on us fucking her tomorrow?” I asked, in an accusatory but playful tone.

“Certainly not tomorrow, maybe never. It really depends on how things go. But I know you wouldn’t mind at all if we did manage to pull that off, think of it as a stretch goal,” he said, grinning before setting the final changes to deploy from his laptop. “There, the programming is being sent, it should be fully in place by tomorrow morning.”

I came up behind my husband, and kissed his neck, biting softly. “Ok, so we don’t need to set up anything else for Ashley tonight?” I pushed up against him, and he could feel my hard cock through my pants.

“Nope, all done,” said Mike, grinning at me, before he put down his laptop and kissed me, hard. We had even more fun that night fucking and talking about what we might see tomorrow, both of us more turned on than we had ever been before.