The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It was a peaceful Sunday afternoon. Anna pulled her purse out of the car, shutting the door behind her. She walked toward the cafe while trying to calm her nerves. It was just a coffee date, after all, she might not even end up liking the guy. But Tristan had been so sweet while they were texting, and handsome to boot. She couldn’t help but feel thrown off, somehow she felt like he could be someone truly special.

She caught her reflection in the window on the way in. Part of why she had been so nervous talking to Tristan was her weight. Anna had always been a bit on the heavier side, and she couldn’t deny that it made her insecure at times. But there was more to her than that. Her long blonde locks fell into light curls around her face. Her white floral dress was conservative, but appealing, especially paired with her simple black heels and red lipstick.

Anna smiled, content with herself, and opened the door to the cafe. After a quick scan she spotted her date sitting in a corner booth. He looked up at her and shot a friendly smile and a wave. Short dark hair, good build, and well-dressed in a nice sweater, Anna was immediately smitten. He was a bit out of her league, but she pushed that thought aside and ed him at the booth.

“So good to finally meet you!” Tristan said with a charming smile that made Anna’s heart skip a beat. “You too!” She responded earnestly. They went up to order their drinks together, Tristan even paid for her coffee. So far he seemed like the perfect gentleman, and an attractive one at that. He was also well-spoken, and Anna had no trouble opening up to him. After a few minutes of easy conversation, Tristan asked the first serious question.

“So, what do you look for in a guy?” Anna pondered for a moment, fearful that the wrong answer might scare him off. No, she thought, she had to be honest.

“Well, he has to be caring, attentive, smart, someone I know would treat me kindly”

Tristan nodded, his face full of understanding. “I’m sorry to hear you haven’t found that yet Anna. You’re far too beautiful to be left alone.”

Anna’s breath caught in her chest. Coming from another man that might have seemed like a cheap compliment, but Tristan seemed so completely sincere. Did he really see her like that? Her heart began to race.

“I… haha, wow. You’re quite the flirt” Anna responded, failing to hide how flustered she was. Without missing a beat Tristan reached out his arm and took her hand in his. “I’m not flirting, at least not just flirting. You’re someone truly special, Anna.” Her excitement grew, but Anna reeled herself back and gently pulled her hand away. “Listen, you’re so sweet and I’m really excited to get to know you better. But I don’t want to go too far in too fast, you know? Let’s just talk a bit first.”

There was a subtle, indecipherable shift in Tristan’s face, but his smile never wavered. “That’s fine,” he said warmly. Tristan took a long sip from his coffee, setting down the empty cup in front of him. Anna smiled, relieved that he was willing to calm down a bit. She really did like him so far, she just wanted to make sure the relationship moved at a comfortable pace. Tristan crossed his arms and looked directly into her eyes. “After all, it’s only a coffee date.”

Anna blinked. The ambient chatter of the coffee shop had been replaced by silence. She was suddenly standing in an unfamiliar living room. “W-what?” She stammered, spinning around to examine her new surroundings. Under a nearby door frame she spotted Tristan, her date, bearing an enigmatic smile while he leant against the wall. “Tristan! What is this?! Where are we?!” She asked in a panicked stutter. Tristan’s demeanor never wavered. “We’re on our date, don’t you ?”

Tristan was far too calm, and there was a knowing look in his eyes that told Anna he was fully aware of his situation. “Here, why don’t you have a seat and I’ll explain,” Tristan said calmly, gesturing in the direction of the couch. Not seeing another option she hesitantly moved toward it, but right as she was about to sit down he interjected. “Ah-ah, no pets on the couch. You stay on the floor.” Anna’s mouth fell open in disbelief, but felt an indignant anger bubbling up through the confusion. “Excuse me?! What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” She spat as she fell to the floor.

Tristan casually walked over and sat himself down on the couch in front of her. “To answer your questions, we’re at my place. Our date was going so well that you agreed to come back and hang out here for a bit. You even drove us.” Anna stared wide-eyed and confused, her hands digging into the carpet beneath her. There was no way she just forgot all that time, she had been in the coffee shop one moment then here the next.

Tristan reached into his back pocket and pulled out what were unmistakably Anna’s car keys, dangling them in front of her face. Anna jolted her arm out to take them but Tristan pulled them back tauntingly at the last second. “And as for your second question, you’re not here as a guest. You’re here for my entertainment. So stay off the furniture.” Anna was terrified, humiliated, and incensed. Any image of Tristan as the charming man she met on her date had evaporated.

“Let me go.” Anna demanded, trying to bury the fear in her voice. Tristan grinned smugly in response, not even slightly intimidated. “Oh, we both know I can’t do that. You’re far too beautiful to be left alone.” The words that had moments ago made Anna’s heart skip a beat now made her skin crawl. Was it moments ago? No, some time must have ed.

Car or no car, she needed to get out of here. Without another word, Anna bolted off the ground through the open door Tristan had been standing under moments ago. She immediately spotted the front door, light pouring through the decorative glass at the top. Filled with adrenaline, Anna darted down the hall towards the exit. Instantly she dropped to her hands and knees and started trying to open the knob. No matter how hard she tried, her teeth kept slipping off the sides of the knob. Not now, she thought, knowing she didn’t have a moment to lose.

Her panicked escape attempt was interrupted by the sound of sharp laughter from down the hall. Tristan seemed to find something about the situation hilarious but she didn’t know what. Anna returned her attention to the knob, desperately trying to twist it open with her teeth. Tristan’s laughter petered out as he walked up next to her and pulled the knob open with his hand. The door swung open, revealing a typical suburban street and a familiar car parked in the driveway.

Anna stared out at freedom, presented to her on a silver platter, but she remained too stunned to move. Wait, why had she tried to open the door with her teeth!? No wonder Tristan was cracking up, she must have looked ridiculous! Why would she… No, no time to dwell on it. In an instant she jumped to her feet and leapt out the door, only to immediately find herself back in the living room.

Tristan was seated on the couch again, his amused grin filling Anna with dread. “What did you do to me?” She whispered. “Nothing much,” he remarked, “I just want to help you find out what you can offer a guy like me.” He was looking her up and down hungrily, making no secret of his leering. “That dress is cute. Take it off.” Anna’s rage overpowered her fear “Go fuck yourself,” she snapped back as she pulled her dress over her head and tossed it aside.

Tristan stretched nonchalantly from his seated position, seemingly unbothered by Anna’s harshness. “I’m bored, how about you entertain me a bit?” Anna opened her mouth to fire off a retort, but instead found something else coming out of her mouth.

I’m a little teapot, short and stout

Her voice came out childishly high-pitched, and she found her face fixed in a dumb smile.

Here is my handle, here is my spout

She found one arm locking onto her hip while the other bent into the open air.

When I get all steamed up, hear me shout

Her body was no longer hers to control. She realized she was no longer wearing her dress

Tip me over and pour me out

Her upper body mimed the motion, causing her sizable tits to sway in the process to her utter humiliation.

Anna’s face turned bright red, her hands shooting up to cover her mouth the instant she regained control. Panicking, she turned and sprinted back toward the front door. Quickly unclasping her bra, she positioned the doorknob between her breasts and tried desperately to get the door open. It was no use, there was something preventing her from getting a grip on the doorknob again.

There was no laughter from Tristan this time, Anna simply blinked and suddenly found herself back in the living room. She was wearing nothing but her panties. Tristan looked amused, his eyes focused shamelessly on her exposed tits. Letting out a frustrated grunt, Anna directed her attention to Tristan once more. “I suppose you think you’re all-powerful, huh? Fucking creep. I might as well take these off now before you force me to.” With that, Anna whipped her panties off of her head and hurled them in Tristan’s direction.

A cheeky smile formed on Tristan’s face that rapidly morphed into snide laughter. Anna struggled to understand why until the truth of what she had just done suddenly dawned on her. She jumped back with a yelp and desperately tried to cover her exposed pussy, only now realizing how absurd it was that she had been wearing her panties on her head. “Oh man,” Tristan said through laughter “I didn’t even make you take them off yourself. You’re always good for a laugh, Anna.”

Anna’s rage returned to her. A laugh!? What about this situation was funny to this freak?! She marched over to him, turned around and bent over. “Well you can just slap my ass if you think this is funny, creep!” She heard a chuckle from behind her. “Well, don’t mind if I do.” A jolt shot through her body as Tristan’s open hand impacted her bare ass with a large smack, rippling across her skin. Then another, on the other cheek. Soon Tristan was slapping away with the wild abandon of an overly enthusiastic bongo player. Anna grinned, glad she was finally standing up for herself!

“Alright, enough’s enough,” Tristan said, laying one final smack on Anna’s huge ass. “So you’re done then? We can stop all this?” Anna asked in a mix of frustration and fear. Tristan let out yet another chuckle, infuriating and terrifying Anna while she rubbed her sore, red ass. “Oh Anna, I could never get tired of you. Follow me.”

Anna was once again sat at Tristan’s feet, only this time they were both naked. Tristan was looking down on her with a particularly cocky grin. They were in the bath together, as Tristan had ordered. Anna had tried to refuse of course, but she was in the tub with him before she even finished her sentence. She looked utterly pitiable, her full naked figure visible to this cretin of a man. She stared up at him with the kind of loathing that can only be birthed from complete powerlessness.

“Alright, now wash me.” Anna chuckled snidely. “What, you can’t even handle that yourself?” She mocked as she turned the water on and grabbed a bar of soap. “Oh come on now, lovers do this kind of thing all the time!” Tristan exclaimed. Anna scoffed in response. “Lovers? I’m your captive at best” She retorted while rubbing her soapy hands up and down his legs. Tristan shrugged, sending wayward droplets of water onto her face below. “I see love as a form of captivity, and vice versa. Frankly, you could be a bit more grateful.”

“Grateful?!” Anna snapped as she lathered his chest with soap. “I’ll be grateful when you drop dead!” She snapped furiously while rubbing her tits on his body to spread the soap around. Tristan ignored her harsh words entirely. “Ah fuck, I gotta take a piss,” he muttered. Anna scowled. “Of course you do. Go on then, toilet’s right there.” She said, pointing at the toilet directly next to the tub they occupied.

“Actually I’m gonna use the other one,” Tristan said nonchalantly. “Oh okay then,” responded Anna as she knelt in front of him and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Moments later a stream of piss flowed from Tristan’s cock into Anna’s waiting mouth. His aim wasn’t perfect, occasionally splashing onto her bright red lips, but Anna had no reaction as she maintained eye with him.

As soon as the stream stopped, Anna shut her mouth and swallowed, eyes closed. Moments later, those same eyes reopened with recognition and horror. “OH MY GOD!” She exclaimed, desperately trying to wash her mouth out with water from the faucet. “YOU DISGUSTING FREAK!” She shouted, faint tears welling in her eyes. “Hey, you offered,” remarked an unfazed Tristan. “Now get back to cleaning me up, will you? I don’t wanna be here all day”

“Go fuck yourself” said a tearful Anna defiantly as she picked up the bar of soap and prepared to wash his back.

Anna suddenly found herself back in the living room. She was naked, curled up on a soft mat at the foot of the couch. She felt herself leaning against a set of legs and turned around to see Tristan smiling back at her. “Want to watch some TV? I think we deserve to relax a bit.” Anna merely glared at him, not even bothering to try to talk to him. She turned her attention towards the glow of the television.

It was showing a nature documentary, with the narrator describing the biology and behaviors of a variety of species. A wolf trotted across a snowy plain before stopping to howl into the sky. A monkey picked apart a piece of fruit with its hands while perched on a branch. An earthworm slinked along the ground, shuffling gracelessly through shifting dirt. Anna briefly turned back to face Tristan, who seemed remarkably abused by the program given the dry material.

“Alright, go get me some snacks—chop chop!” Anna knew better than to expect her body to listen to her as she jolted back onto two legs and made her way into the ading kitchen. She found herself preparing a charcuterie board, finding a surprisingly high quality selection of sliced meats, fruits, and cheeses. As soon as the plate was ready, she walked back out to the living room.

When she presented the platter to Tristan, he took it from her hands and set it aside. “Thanks, but now you need to help me eat it.” Anna rolled her eyes. “Great, first you make me wash you and now you make me hand feed you? Real fucking mature.” Tristan’s smile twisted with bemusement. “Oh Anna no, I can feed myself.” Anna’s eyebrow raised with morbid curiosity. “Wait, then what do you…”

“I just need a table.”

Anna liked being a table. As soon as she ed she was a table she was free to let go of all those pesky emotions, memories, and sensations that had been bugging her all day. She felt satisfaction, then let that feeling go as well. After all, she was a piece of furniture. In fact, furniture didn’t even need to think. Her mind went silent.

“Alright, I’m finished.” A voice cut through the absence. Anna’s world came back into existence. A moment ago she was an inanimate object, she wasn’t even alive. But now everything was flooding back at once. She was a woman, a human woman! Anna realized she was positioned on all fours, her back held straight to the charcuterie tray perched on top of it. Her huge tits were dangling beneath her, bound only by gravity in her nude state

Anna jumped up, shocked that she was once again capable of moving. The experience was simply too overwhelming, causing her to sprint for the exit once again, not considering her past failures. The door in sight, she swiveled around to try and open it. Tragically, she couldn’t quite get a grip on the knob with her ass cheeks. Her desperate attempts to swivel her hips in such a way that would open the door came to an abrupt halt when she once again found herself at Tristan’s feet in the blink of an eye.

Tearful and defeated, Anna stared up at her captor. “Why are you doing this?” She asked in a shameful whisper. “I told you,” Tristan began, “It’s entertaining. Come on, tell me this isn’t fun to watch,” He said gesturing to the television. Anna turned around to see the same nature documentary Tristan had been watching before. What did this show have to do with her captivity?

Noticing the confusion on her face, Tristan spoke up. “Right, I forgot about what I made you see. Why don’t you take another look?” He said, clapping his hands. Anna looked back at the television to see a sight that shook her to her core. Instead of the wolf trotting across the snow she saw herself, naked and on all fours, trotting across the very living room they were sitting in. She reached the corner of the room and let out a howl while Tristan narrated the scene like a documentarian, cracking up at the sight of Anna acting like an animal.

She tried to look away, but heard Tristan’s voice cut through her humiliation. “No, watch. You need to watch.” With that she unwillingly returned her gaze to the screen, seeing a recording of herself squatting on the floor while clumsily taking apart an orange. The juice dripped onto her tits as she delicately nibbled on the pieces of fruit, all the while hearing Tristan’s mocking narration of her unwitting monkey impression.

“Oh, this next one’s a favorite of mine,” Tristan said happily while silent tears streamed down Anna’s face. The video showed her lying prone on the ground, face-down on the carpet. Slowly, her waist bent and her ass extended into the air before slinking back down, moving her a few inches further than where she had been before. She felt a hand patting her on the head. “I’d still love you if you were a worm,” Tristan joked to a despondent Anna.

“Are you… Are you going to make me do that again? Act like an animal?” Tristan smiled warmly, caressing her face. “Oh my sweet Anna, don’t you worry. You won’t have to do that again.” She knew better than to smile, but Anna felt a small sense of relief. “After all, you just did,” he said, showing her a video on his phone. What? In it, Anna took aimless, jittery steps with her legs while her head darted back and forth, clucking like a chicken the entire time. The timestamp said it was recorded only a minute ago. She tried desperately to the gap in time from so recently, but she simply couldn’t recall. Tristan’s dominion over her memories seemed absolute, as did Anna’s despair.

What felt like a moment later, Anna was in the front hallway she had tried to escape through three times now. She realized she was dressed again, or at least it looked and felt like she was. Tristan was standing next to her, looking through his phone. “It’s getting a bit late, so our fun’s almost at an end. But I wanted to show you something before you leave.” Leave? Was he serious? Would he really let her go?

Tristan put his arm around her, a gesture that was not welcome but that she was nonetheless unable to resist. He then began swiping through a series of photos showing Anna in countless situations and outfits. Some of them she had come to expect, like photos of her engaging in various sex acts with Tristan. An image of her giving him a blowjob, riding him cowgirl style, taking him from behind, and more. What was most unsettling was how enthusiastic she looked in the photos. It was like someone else had taken over her body, somebody who somehow loved this sick man.

But there were others as well. Photos of her modeling dresses, lingerie and other outfits. She hated to it it, but she looked really good in some of them. There were also some unusual costume photos. One candid shot had her dusting a living room shelf dressed as a French maid. Another showed her doing a cheesy salute while dressed in a sailor’s uniform. There was even one of her striking an action pose in some sort of revealing Viking cosplay.

Then came the strangest and most disturbing photos of all: The ones that looked normal. Selfies of her kissing Tristan on the cheek, hugging him, or simply posing at his side with a smile. To the casual observer, they looked like photos of a healthy couple. And worst of all, she looked like herself. She smiled the way she normally did when she was happy. It was like some sort of cruel snapshot of an alternate reality where Tristan really was the caring, sensitive boyfriend she had been looking for.

“See, you don’t need to be so hostile. I’m a really nice guy once you get to know me,” Tristan said softly. Anna glared at him in response. “No? Ah well, maybe another time,” he said aloofly, slapping her ass before turning around and opening the door. The sun was beginning to set. Is that how long she had been here? Tristan pulled her car keys out of his back pocket and held them out in front of her. Was he really going to let her go free after all of this?

“No tricks? No lies? I get to go home?” She asked suspiciously. “Well yeah,” Tristan responded. “I can’t exactly keep you here forever. But I’m glad we got to have our fun.” Anna scanned his face rigorously, but couldn’t detect any of the knowing smugness he’d been displaying all day. She snatched the keys from his hand and unlocked her car, sliding into the driver’s seat without a moment of hesitation.

As she turned the keys to start the car, she heard a light tap on the window. She rolled the window down. “What?” She asked tersely. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Asked an expectant Tristan. Anna’s brow furrowed for a moment until it hit her. “Right,” she said calmly, reaching into her purse. She fished a $100 bill out of her wallet and handed it to Tristan through the window slot. “Here’s your tip.”

Tristan plucked the bill out of her hand with a smile. “Thank you kindly, and get home safe!” He said, cheerfully before turning and heading back into the house. As soon as the door closed Anna put the directions for the nearest police station into her phone and drove away like a bat out of Hell. Tristan had kidnapped and tormented her for a whole day, she’d see him put behind bars for as long as he lived.

Anna made the first turn, her mind swirling with thoughts and recollections. She couldn’t believe he had taken her back to his place and made her do all those things. All that disgusting stuff like… ah whatever, she’d be telling the police the whole story soon anyways, no need to dwell on it in the car.

Anna made another turn. To think that he’d coerced her into doing all that stuff, and all in his own home no less! She’d be sure to point the cops right to his house as soon as she ed the address. That creep was going down.

Anna made another turn. Some of Tristan’s behavior had definitely been inappropriate. It wasn’t okay to treat any woman the way he did, especially on a first date! She reminded herself to warn people about him in the local dating scene later. She noticed her phone was sending her to some random address and quickly changed the directions to send her home.

Anna made another turn. That Tristan, he seemed really nice over text but in person he gave her kind of bad vibes. She wished he had actually turned out to be her Prince Charming but it just wasn’t meant to be.

Anna parked her car. It was nice to finally meet Tristan in person, but that spark she was hoping for just wasn’t quite there. Hopefully her next date would turn out a little bit better.

Anna unlocked her door. It was a shame Tristan had canceled their date last minute, she had been really excited to meet him. Oh well, maybe another time.

Anna laid down on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. She couldn’t believe she had wasted an entire Sunday doing nothing at all.

It was a peaceful Sunday afternoon. Anna pulled her purse out of the car, shutting the door behind her. She walked toward the cafe while trying to calm her nerves. It was just a coffee date, after all, she might not even end up liking the guy. But Tristan had been so sweet while they were texting, and handsome to boot. She couldn’t help but feel thrown off, somehow she felt like he could be someone truly special.

Anna opened the door to the cafe. After a quick scan she spotted her date sitting in a corner booth. He looked up at her and shot a friendly smile and a wave. Short dark hair, good build, and well-dressed in a nice sweater, Anna was immediately smitten. He was a bit out of her league, but she pushed that thought aside and ed him at the booth.

“So good to finally meet you!” Tristan said with a charming smile that made Anna’s heart skip a beat. “You too!” She responded earnestly. They went up to order their drinks together, Tristan even paid for her coffee. So far he seemed like the perfect gentleman, and an attractive one at that. He was also well-spoken, and Anna had no trouble opening up to him. After a few minutes of easy conversation, Tristan asked the first serious question.

“So, what do you look for in a guy?” Anna pondered for a moment, fearful that the wrong answer might scare him off. No, she thought, she had to be honest.

“Well, he has to be caring, attentive, smart, someone I know would treat me kindly”

Unexpectedly, Tristan let out a small chuckle. “What is it?” Anna asked, confused. Had she said something funny? “Oh it’s nothing,” said Tristan, staring into her eyes with an unfathomable smile.

“You’re just far too beautiful to be left alone.”