The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

(Three Years Later)

In the three years since the Institute and the College had reunified, there had been dramatic changes at what was now called the Claremont Institute for Female Education and Correction, which had been shortened to the Claremont Institute or CI. The reunification had been so successful that Dr. Jennings had been promoted to President of CI, which allowed him to make any changes he believed were necessary to the facilities and curriculum. Applications to CI were up 300% over what they had been to Claremont College a few years before. This allowed CI to increase its selectiveness in itting students and its ability to increase its tuition. In short, it was now more difficult to get itted to CI than to most ivy league colleges. Moreover, thanks to its requirement that all female students receive treatment at what had been the Institute, the student body was docile and obedient unlike other colleges where students regularly protested and disrupted their classes. CI students happily wore uniforms and adhered to a rigid schedule designed to make them happier and productive of society. Disobedience by students was not tolerated and, if it occurred, was punished severely.

Ashley had been checking her mailbox every afternoon for the last week hoping to hear back from her application to the Claremont Institute but each afternoon, the mailman disappointed. She had been a straight A student in high school and had been offered scholarships to a number of colleges, but Claremont or CI as it was called was at the top of her list. Her sister, Isabel, had applied to CI, but was not itted and ended up going to Central College, which was, a highly regarded institution. Izzy was majoring in Gender Studies and loved her time at Central College. Ashley had visited and was astonished by liberality of the school, especially its clothing-free policy. Even so, her heart was set on CI. As she looked out the front window of her parents’ house, she saw the mailman making his way down the street. She rushed out the meet him.

“Is this what you have been looking for Ashley?” He handed her a sealed envelope with the embossed seal of the Claremont Institute. Now, she had it in her hands but she was afraid to open it. What if it was a letter of rejection or putting her on the wait list. Her sister had been a good student and she had been rejected. She gingerly slipped her finger under the seal and pulled it open. The opened the neatly folded letter.

Dear Ashley:

Congratulations and welcome to the Class of 2029 at the Claremont Institute for Female Education and Correction. We were most impressed with your application and would like to offer you ission to CI and to our Sex Worker Program. We had over 1500 applications for just 180 seats and are pleased to offer you ission. As you can imagine, we have had to disappoint a lot of qualified applicants and so we need to hear from you in the next 10 days to accept our offer. All incoming students are required to attend a summer program to acquaint them with our program and to help them to prepare. All students should bring a female parent or female sibling or relative with them to participate in the summer program. We will be in touch with you regarding the cost of the summer program and the arrangements for mandatory uniforms. We look forward to having you us as well as your enrollment to begin your career as a professional sex worker. Go Swans! With warmest congratulations,

Sincerely,

Cherie Barnes, PhD.

Dean of issions

Ashley’s hands were literally shaking with excitement. For years, she had dreamed about being a sex worker and now that dream could come true. She raced back to the house waving the letter.

“Mom, I got in…..I got in!!!!”

“Hey, calm down. What is it?”

“I got into Claremont!” Her Mom smiled looking at the letter. She hugged Ashley.

“Your sister will be so jealous. Congrats baby girl. I am so proud of you! I think that a reward may be in order. Perhaps we can go check out those platform heels you have been eyeing for so long. If you are going to be a stripper, you need to look like one.” Ashley giggled. She had been drooling over a pair of 8″ black platform Pleaser heels for months. “I hope I get to go with you for the summer session, but I may have to fight it out with your sister.” Ashley laughed.

“Mom, I think you should go. You have been so ive. I’m not sure I would have applied if you had not encouraged me.” Karen Grant smiled.

“Let’s get this filled out and I will write a check for the deposit. We don’t want this one to get away.” Ashley nodded. “Why don’t you give your Dad a call and let him know.” Ashley had always been a Daddy’s girl and the apple of her father’s eye even though she was the youngest daughter. She dialed his number on her cell. It rang a couple of times before he picked up.

“Hi, sweetie, what’s up?”

“Daddy, I got into the Claremont Institute!” she gushed.

“That’s wonderful!” he said. “I never doubted it for a minute.”

“Oh, Daddy, you’re such a liar,” she giggled.

“We are so proud of you Ash. Let’s go out and celebrate tonight. I’ll be home in an hour or so. You pick the restaurant.” He knew that Ashley’s favorite was La Primavera, but better to let her decide. The next day, Ashley and Karen went shoe shopping and both ended up with a pair of platforms. Even though she was in her mid-40’s, Karen Grant was in amazing shape and could have been mistaken for Ashley’s older sister. As expected, her sister was red with envy but agreed that their Mom should attend the summer program with Ashley.

Before they knew it, it was late-June and the summer program was set to begin Saturday. Both Ashley and Karen had submitted their applications and signed some papers that gave CI access to their medical records and authority to make medical decisions on their behalf. They were told not to bother packing because their clothing would be provided. The drive to CI was only 90 minutes and Ashley and her Mom arrived before 11:00am. They were directed to the istration building where a cheerful young lady in a uniform greeted them. Her uniform consisted of a navy blue short pleated skirt, a white blouse, white knee socks and white Keds.

“Good morning, I’m Stephanie, you must be Ashley and Karen Grant.”

“Yes, good morning, Stephanie,” Karen said.

“Welcome to CI and our summer program. Let’s get you checked in and then I will take you down to the Institute for your medical examinations.” This struck Karen as odd. She had provided a release for Ashley’s medical records. Why would an exam be needed, but she decided that it could do no harm. They followed Stephanie into the building where two other students checked them in. “Please surrender your cell phones and smart watches,” Stephanie said, “those are not permitted during the summer program.”

“Suppose my husband needs to reach me or Ashley,” Karen asked.

“No worries, he can call the Dean’s Office and they will assist him.” Both Ashley and Karen did as they were instructed. Stephanie smiled. She was a bit jealous that Ashley was just beginning her journey. Stephanie was a rising senior. During her time at CI, she had seen tremendous changes. When she started as a freshman, Claremont College had not merged with the Institute. After she returned from Christmas break, it was announced that the two would merge and Claremont College would become CI. The students were advised that each of them would be required to spend two weeks at the Institute as a patient. Stephanie considered transferring until she spoke with Dean Peters, who convinced her that her time at the Institute had been a wonderful experience. In addition to time at the Institute, the students were advised that all students would be required to wear uniforms, except while in their dorm rooms. Stephanie had always enjoyed the freedom to wear whatever she wanted to class, including sweat pants or workout clothing. Again, Dean Peters urged her to stay for the Spring Semester. Stephanie agreed. As Dean Peters had promised, her experience at the Institute was wonderful. She received multiple sessions of brain conditioning that relaxed her and alleviated all of her stress. Combined with her new medicine, she felt docile and content. She also loved her new uniform. Staying at CI was an easy decision. She had also encouraged her cousin to apply.

Stephanie led Karen and Ashley around the small campus pointing out landmarks and places that she enjoyed going. “The building up here on the left is Willis Hall. It is where the Department of Sex Work is located. Ashley, you will probably spend a good deal of time in Willis. It’s a really new building that was constructed after Dr. Jennings became president. I am minoring in sex work but my major is in erotic dance. When Dr. Jennings took over, he eliminated most of the traditional departments like English and History because they were boring and did not prepare students for productive careers. The English Department, which was located in Jacobs Hall was replaced by the Pornography Department, which produces dozens of films each year featuring CI students.”

“That’s wonderful,” Karen said, “I hope that Ashley is able to take some pornography classes.”

“Oh, she will. Pornography 101 and 201 are required courses.” They finally arrived at the Institute Building. “This is the Institute. The building you see here was renovated and expanded as part of Dr. Jennings growth initiative. There is now bed space for up to 100 students and faculty.” She led them over to a table where two nurses were waiting.

“Hi, Stephanie.”

“Hi, Nurse Diane. I’d like to introduce Ashley and Karen Grant. Ashley will be an incoming freshman this fall and Karen is her mother. They are here for their examinations and uniform fitting.” Nurse Diane smiled.

“Wonderful.” Two female orderlies appeared with wheelchairs. “Please have a seat ladies.” Karen and Ashley sat. “Please take Karen to Room 261 and Ashley to Room 148. Have them undress and put on their uniforms. I will be there shortly.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Karen looked at Ashley as they were wheeled away in different directions.

“Can’t my daughter and I be in the same room?”

“Sssh, patients are not permitted to speak unless they are spoken to. We don’t want you to start the summer program with punishment.” Karen bit her tongue. She did not want to embarrass Ashley. When she arrived at her room, she noticed it was a double with two beds. One of the beds was occupied by a woman close to her age. She had a smile on her face and seemed very relaxed. “Please remove your clothing and shoes and place them in the plastic bin. Your uniform is folded on your bed.” Karen did as she was told. Her new uniform included a bra, a white gown, white crew socks and a new pair of white Keds. There was also a diaper.

“Why is there a diaper here?” she asked. About that time, Nurse Diane entered.

“We don’t want you having any accidents,” she said sternly with a glare that told Karen she had better do as she was told. She placed her old clothing in the bin. The uniform felt surprisingly comfortable. Even the diaper felt good between her legs.“Good girl. Please lay back on the bed while I get your medicine.” The nurse returned with a syringe. “This will help relax you before your first session of brain conditioning.” At this point, Karen could no longer ignore her concerns.

“I think there has been a mistake. My daughter and I really want to leave.”

“I’m afraid that is quite impossible,” Nurse Diane said as she put a patient band on her wrist. As a patient at the Institute, you may not leave without the approval of Dr. Jennings. Please don’t make me give you a stronger sedative. We want you to enjoy your time here.” Karen felt a pinch as Nurse Diane emptied the syringe into her arm. Instantly, she felt relaxed. “There now, that’s better.” Karen sat on the edge of her bed. Nurse Diane removed her Keds and helped her flip under the covers. “A nice nap would do you a world of good.” As Karen’s eyes began to close, Nurse Diane slipped headphones over her ears. Karen drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

Meanwhile, Ashley was also being prepared. She was not nearly as suspicious as her mother and obediently changed into her uniform. “My diaper feels good.” The orderly smiled.

“Brain conditioning relaxes you and sometimes our patients have unexpected accidents.” Ashley smiled. She climbed back into the wheelchair and the orderly pushed her down the hall to a room marked “Brain Conditioning Suite A”. Unlike the Institute’s earlier facility with only two tables, this room had 10 tables and six of them were occupied with women in various stages of brain conditioning. Each had a clear dome of her head that was glowing with colors. “You’re going to enjoy your first brain conditioning session and you will feel lots of pleasure.” She helped Ashley up onto one of the empty padded tables and removed her Keds. She then strapped her down. “Comfortable?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Very comfortable.” Ashley was glad she had socks on because the room was a bit chilly.

“Good, girl. Now I am going to give you a little shot just to relax you.” Ashley felt a pinch. “There now.” Ashley felt instantly sleepy. “Ashley, sweetie, this machine is going to relax you and help remove all the clutter from your mind. We want you to become a good obedient student.”

“Yessss…Ma’aaaam,” Ashley drawled. The dome was lowered onto her head and her first session of brain conditioning began. Before the summer program ended, she would receive several more.” When Karen awoke from her nap, she could see the other woman in the bed.

“Excuse me…..excuse me.”

“Hi, there. My name is Valerie. What’s yours?”

“I’m Karen. Do you have a daughter here?”

“Yes, my daughter, Martha, is starting in the fall. We came for the summer program.”

“We did too. My daughter is Ashley,” Karen said. About that time Nurse Diane entered.

“Well, did you have a nice nap, Karen?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Karen wasn’t exactly sure why she addressed the nurse so formally but it seems like the appropriate thing to do. Her nap had calmed her nerves and suddenly the idea of brain conditioning seemed like a wonderful idea.

“Good girl. Let’s get you ready for your first session of brain conditioning. Ashley has finished and is taking her nap.”

“Is she doing okay?”

“She is wonderful. She feels so much better now. I know that she is going to enjoy being a student here.” Karen slipped her Keds back on and sat in the wheelchair. Nurse Diane took her to Brain Conditioning Suite B. This room had 6 padded tables and only two were occupied. She helped Karen up onto the table and removed her sneakers. She then secured her with the Velcro straps. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good, girl. In a few minutes we will start your first session of brain conditioning. This will relax you and help to remove much of the clutter in your mind. You will feel lots of pleasure and learn what is expected of a parent of a student at CI.” Karen nodded and the nurse placed the dome over her head. Karen could hear the binaural beats and the pleasant vibrations as she drifted off to sleep. Any concerns she had about her daughter’s enrollment were quickly erased and replaced with love and iration for the school. It was the perfect place for a proper young lady, like Ashley, to start her adult life and Karen would be forever grateful for her ission. Dr. Jennings stopped by the observe both Karen and Ashley’s progress. He was pleased with both of them and approved both for sexual therapy. He loved when he was able to give mothers and daughters t therapy. He found that it usually made them closer, especially if both were impregnated.

After Karen’s treatment, she and Ashley were reunited. Both were overflowing with excitement about CI. “This is the most wonderful place I have ever been,” Karen said. “I am so glad you were itted as a student. You are going to learn so much here. I just wish I was 20 years younger.” The nurse smiled.

“We have lots of moms who would love to be students. You are welcome to visit any time.” She had laid out new uniforms for Ashley and Karen. Unlike the upper class uniforms, these consisted of a light blue pleated skirt, white blouse, white crew socks and Keds. Karen and Ashley slipped into their new uniforms.

“We look like twins.” They both giggled. Karen was also amazed at how horny she felt. She needed to be fucked desperately and her husband was not around. Stephanie reappeared and escorted Ashley and Karen on a tour of the campus.

“You are scheduled for the erotic dance workshop this afternoon. Professor Williams will be doing a presentation on the history of pornography that you would probably enjoy.” Ashley smiled.

“I heard they have nude yoga tomorrow morning at 6:00am?”

“Yes, every morning. It’s one of my favorite activities. Be sure to get there early to get a spot.” Stephanie took them to the dining hall for lunch and then to their assigned dorm for an afternoon nap. “All students and parents are required to take a nap between 1:30 and 2:30 every day. Dr. Jennings wants us to get the proper amount of sleep.” Back at the dorm, Ashley and Karen changed into their nightgowns and took a dose of the nerve tonic that Dr. Jennings had prescribed. It relaxed them and both drifted off to sleep. After their naps, they changed back into their uniforms and headed to the erotic dance workshop. of erotic dance club performed and allowed the summer students to try their hand at pole dancing and stripping. Ashley could not have been happier. It was about that time that Karen received a text from Dr. Jennings asking that she come to his office immediately to begin her sexual therapy.