The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

Claire Shingleton couldn’t wait to get home for Christmas.

It wasn’t hard to see why. Claire was a post-doctoral fellow in environmental science at the University of South Florida and was used to warm weather. However, she wasn’t currently in Florida: she was in Dawson City, in the Yukon and was bearing the brunt of the subzero Canadian temperatures.

Of course, that was the point. Claire had been specifically sent by the university to study the effect of the current year’s weather patterns on the city’s glaciers. She had also been to cold climates before.

However, that didn’t make cold any less chilling. Moreover, because of the city’s proximity to the arctic, the city was either in eternal day (April to September) or eternal night (October to March) depending on the time of year. She was in the darkness period which made her work more difficult.

There was, however, one saving grace: Angakok “Anga” Tuktu and her special drink Mee-nee-sha piy. It was a traditional Inuit drink made from berries, sugar, and apple cider vinegar. After blending the ingredients, the drink would be put in an airtight container and fermented at room temperature for 48 hours. She also added other natural ingredients like herbal tea.

She had never tried—or even heard of—this drink before arriving in the Yukon, but once she tried it, she couldn’t get enough of it. The drink was both warm enough to soothe her insides, but not so hot that it was undrinkable or prevented the drinker from enjoying its fruity taste. The drink gave her the energy she needed to get through some of her more difficult field research.

Speaking of which, her field research had finished for the day (or more appropriately the night as it was pitch dark out). Moreover, it was a Friday, and the weekend was her weekend off. Before returning to her quarters to relax, she should visit Anga and order more Mee-nee-sha piy so it would be ready for her when she went back to work on Monday. After that week finished, she would be on the first plane to Florida to see her husband and children (one boy and one girl). Tired but hopeful, Claire went into town to give Anga more of her business.

2.

Anga sighed, despite it being pitch dark outside, it had been a long day at work. Her little tea and drink shop had been a huge hit with the town. It was a humble establishment with all sorts of tea, small snacks and comfortable tables and chairs. It was also appropriately decorated for this year’s holiday season with lots of wreaths, Christmas candy and even a life-size plastic Santa Claus and reindeer.

This was especially true of her Mee nee sha piy. Her shop would close in about ten minutes. Then she heard a bell ring. A new customer arrived!

She looked ahead. It was Claire Shingleton, one of Anga’s many regulars. Claire was in her early forties had short blonde bobbed hair, bright blue eyes, a slightly aged but attractive face and a professional and endearing smile she was currently wearing a parka over a sweatshirt, a winter hat leather, gloves, blue jeans, and big brown suede boots. She had some snow on her as well.

Anga was also dressed warmly. She was a short woman of Inuit ancestry with the skin pigmentation to match She was wearing a long woolen sweater with black dress pants and dress shoes. She was also wearing a fur coat. Her breasts were small, but her face was magnificent. She had soft, smooth cheeks, sleek black hair that was done in a single braid and reached down to her chest. She also had soft green eyes and a smile so warm it could help create a campfire.

”Claire,” she chirped jovially. “So good to see you.”

“Likewise,” Claire responded.

“I think I know why you’re here,” Anga said with a chuckle. “You want some more of my Mee-nee-sha piy.”

“You hit the nail on the head,” Claire replied affirmatively. “So, do you have some in stock?”

“Indeed, I do,” Anga affirmed, smiling. “In fact, I received a new flavour of the beverage earlier today.”

“Really?” Claire quizzed “What kind?”

“Hard ion Fruit Punch,” Anga answered.

“Well give me two cases of that,” Claire responded. She loved fruit punch. The alcohol only sweetened the deal.

“Coming right up,” she said. She put two large cases (each case had 12 large cans) of the drink of on a dolly and wheeled it to Claire’s vehicle. Claire loaded each case into her vehicle. “Oh, Claire,” Anga said. “There is something I want to give you. Merry Christmas,” she said as she handed the gift to Claire.

“It’s a thermos,” Claire described as she looked at the item. It was a red thermos with a gold lanyard that could fit around any neck.

“Indeed, it is,” Anga confirmed. “If you ever need to take any of the drink, we just loaded up with you and are worried that it will lose its flavour, pour some in the thermos. Not only will that allow the liquid to retain its temperature, but it will also allow it to retain its flavour.”

“Thanks Anga,” Claire said, a little surprised.

“Is something wrong with the thermos? Anga asked. “You don’t seem too thrilled.”

“Not at all,” Claire assured. “It’s just that I feel a little embarrassed because I didn’t get you anything.”

“Oh, it’s no big deal, I bet I’ll be getting something from you soon enough.”

“I guess,” Claire responded, finding Anga’s remark a little strange. The thought of giving Anga a present (or that idea that Anga would expect a present from her) had never entered her mind. “Thank you again for thermos, considering how good your drinks are, I think I’ll be using it quite a bit.”

“I hope so,” Anga said. “See you later.”

3.

Use it quite a bit, Claire did. That said, you couldn’t really blame her—it was a very tough week. Not only did the wind pick up and the snow fell down in buckets, but Claire also had to deal with Henry Stark. One of the most unpleasant coworkers she had ever met. Henry was mean, impatient, and expected everyone else to genuflect towards him. Unfortunately, Claire could not report him, because he was the only member of the crew that could do all the heavy lifting required to complete their tasks. Moreover, they were in a remote area with a very unreliable internet connection. She’d have to wait until she got back to Florida to act.

Well, at least act formally. Indeed, Anga’s drink sure came in handy when facing Henry Stark. For some reason the alcohol allowed her to swallow his insults without complaint, calm Henry down when he became worked up, and even stand up to him when he lost his temper or oppressing one of the workers. By the end of the week, they had finished all their research for their studies. Now they would focus on writing a scholarly article publishing their findings. They would be doing that when they got back to Florida. The flight would be leaving on Sunday afternoon at 2:00 PM.

The drink also affected her in another way: she began to have erotic dreams. Specifically, they involved her making love to a faceless but still beautiful woman in a nice warm bed as snow fell outside. She wasn’t scared, but she would always wake up with a cold sweat and a wet pussy.

Maybe it was the full moon, climate or stress from work. Oh well, they were just dreams and, since she had not mastered the art of lucid dreaming, she could not be faulted for that.

It was now Friday night. Claire was sipping Mee-nee-sha piy in her newly gifted thermos. Anga was right, Hard ion Fruit Punch was even better than the regular flavour. She sighed as she drank the last of it. It was so good she had already drunk the first case of it!

Claire spent most of the night reading academic articles and getting a good buzz thanks to the drink. An hour or so later, she fell asleep well…at least her conscious mind did. A few minutes after falling asleep, Claire sleepwalked. She put on appropriate winter clothes put a little more of Anga’s drink in her thermos and went outside to the Canadian winter, arms outstretched.

4.

Anga sighed as she looked out her cabin window. She was beyond grateful that she was nice and warm inside as the snow fell furiously outside. Then she heard a knock at the door and smiled. If everything went according to plan, things would get a lot warmer.

She opened the door. Once again, it was Claire Shingleton. Only this time, she wasn’t there to get something from Anga, but to give herself to her.

“Good evening, Claire,” Donna said with a sly smile. “Why don’t you come in so I can keep you warm.

“Yes…” she replied huskily. “Keep me warm…”

Anga chuckled. The concoction had worked! Unlike the normal Mee-nee-sha piy, she made sure the hard ion flavour was mixed with a special Inuit plant. Said plant’s name was incredibly long and hard to pronounce, Anga simply called it, the mind enveloper. Those who drank enough of it would eventually fall into a trance and obey the commands of the person who had given the drink to them for a fixed period. Lucky for Anga, the ingredients for the hard ion flavour were very addictive. Moreover, considering the difficult climate and job, it would be a godsend for Claire in the cold.

Anga’s patience and planning had paid off. Anga had always been a lesbian and thanks to skills with mixology she had another beautiful woman under her command and ready to do whatever she wanted. Anga had Claire close the door behind her and follow her to the bedroom. It was rustic, but clean and spacious. Anga sat on her large, soft bed that could fit at least three people.

“Disrobe Claire,” Anga commanded.

Helpless to disobey, Claire began to strip. First, she took off her boots and her winter jacket, hat, and gloves. Then she removed her extra-husky sweater, and her undershirt revealed a stained white bra. She removed the bra revealing a pair of small but supple-looking breasts. Then she got rid of the rest of her clothes revealing a nice, bushy blond clitoris.

Anga was naked herself by now—her dark hair and light brown skin demonstrating her attractiveness. Her breasts were tight and her pussy waiting for Claire’s touch. “Make love to me,” Anga commanded.

“Make…love to…you” Claire said robotically. She got into the bed and onto her mistress. The two women began to kiss, rolling around on the bed as they did so. Anga could tell that Claire was experienced in lovemaking. She kissed and moved with great ion and verve. Anga had Claire move down to her breasts and ordered her to lick them. Claire complied. Anga giggled as Claire’s thick but soft tongue tickled her tits. Her arousal doubled when Claire began sucking them. When Claire began kissing her belly, it trebled.

“Eat me out Claire,” Anga commanded. “Lick me dry and keep me warm.”

“Eat...you...out…keep you warm,” the entranced environmental scientist repeated tonelessly. Claire then buried her head into the Canadian’s clit, nuzzling and licking it furiously. Anga was over the moon in arousal as Claire began to pick up speed. Things got hotter until Anga couldn’t hold it in anymore. She clamped her legs onto Claire’s head and climaxed. Anga’s juices splashed all over her face.

Anga decided that Claire should have her turn on top and had them switch positions. The drink’s effect would be wearing off in a few hours. Claire would wake up in her room with no memory of the encounter, except for an erotic dream. The Inuit woman smiled. Claire had gotten Anga a present after all, her lovemaking and this was a present that would ensure a hot time for both of them despite the subzero temperatures outside.