The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

Call her Gabby.

Yes it was her middle name rather than her first, but that was the one she used—and for good reason. Her full name was Reina Gabrielle Cloud and ever since elementary school she had been the butt of who knows how many jokes. Everything from saying that she should “ her friends” whenever it was raining during recess to her (former) boyfriend joking that she would turn into a thunderstorm and sarcastically calling it a stretch when she was upset with him. “Rain Cloud. Rain Cloud, go away” had been a common refrain. Therefore, when she was in grade 7 she asked to be address by her middle name Gabrielle from then on. Once she reached adulthood Gabrielle was the legal name she used on all her documents. She had just turned 30.

Gabby had chosen an odd career considering her dislike of having her name constantly being subject to weather-related puns: she was a meteorologist for Channel 18—a television news station on the outskirts of Daykin, Montana. It was very well-developed with several amenities businesses, attractions and government services. Yet it always remained a cozy and friendly place.

Granted, maybe being a meteorologist wasn’t so out of character. There was another reason why she (and almost all those around her) called her Gabby: she was a total chatterbox. She had an immense vocabulary and always had a lot to say. She could talk for hours and everybody knew it (usually to their detriment). Granted, she had mellowed slightly over the years, but she still had a lot to say and she said it well. She loved being in front of the camera.

She was also good at her job, with a combined honors degree in Environmental Science and Broadcast Journalism from the University of Montana and a Master’s Degree in Meteorology from Montana Technological University. Her grades and transcripts were so impressive she had been able to attend both universities on a full scholarship and graduated with honors. Channel 18 News had hired her two months after she graduated. Gabby had been with the television station news for three and a half years. She always carefully analyzed the data given to her and reported the weather to the audience with professionalism and gusto. That said, Gabby—like all of her fellow meteorologist—still had to face annoyed viewers when her predictions turned out to be wrong. Nevertheless she was well-liked and respected, and the station’s ratings had skyrocketed once she began appearing on it in earnest.

To be sure, a chunk of the new viewership was older boys and middle-aged men who were more interested in her than the weather she was reporting on. Gabby was gorgeous. She was a tall woman with sleek blond hair (currently in a bun), bright blue eyes, and a smile as bright as the sunny days that were periodically part of her weather predictions. She also had long smooth legs, and large (but no humungous) breasts. She currently wore a burgundy dress shirt with a black suit jacket, medium length black business skirt, black tights that extended from her waist to the tips of her toes and black high-heeled shoots. Her outfit accentuated her amazing figure without being too suggestive or ostentatious. Indeed, Gabby’s great beauty and others’ iration of it, was one thing you could predict without fail. The fact that she had a great brain to go with it was even better.

It was 5:30 PM on a Friday and her shift would end in half an hour. She looked forward to a nice long weekend at the cottage with her boyfriend, glazier Jason Aldon. The two loved each other deeply and this weekend would mark their first anniversary. Moreover she hoped that this would be the weekend where she went from being his girlfriend to his fiancée. Gabby sighed both from tiredness and in anticipation as she thought of what awaited her. Gabby thought of how she would fill up the last half-hour when she heard a knock at her office door “Come in,” she said wondering who it could be.

A few seconds later, the door opened and a man walked through. It was Darren Dubois, Channel 18’s cameraman and go-to guy for anything involving audiovisuals. He was a young man who looked no older than 20 (21 tops). He was tall with bright red hair an nice smile and cute brown eyes. He had a few freckles and a decent build. He wore the standard Channel 18 uniform for audiovisual personnel: a navy blue polo shirt and dress pants and a coat with the station’s logo on its back.

“Good evening Gabby,” Darren said jovially. “May I have a moment of your time? I want to show you something.”

“It depends what you want to show me,” she responded. “It won’t take too long will it?”

“It will only take a few minutes,” he assured. “Do you think we could go into that room over there?”

“Sure, just make it quick. I want to get home in time to get to the cottage in Butte tomorrow. I’m going with my boyfriend.”

“Oh, it’ll be quick. I don’t think you’ll even the age of time.”

“Very well, Darren. Let’s go.”

2.

Gabby entered the room discussed above. It was rather small with a desktop computer, a swivel chair and audiovisual equipment. Meteorologists often used this room to check the data and weather at the start of their shift or shortly before it ended to make sure the data was current for the forecast or for the next meteorologist duty (whether for the morning or the evening. The computer was still on and the shortcut to the program hosting the data and weather patterns was readily visible. “So Darren,” Gabby asked. “What did you what to show me?”

“Well,” Darren said. “I think there is a glitch in the program or something wrong with the data and I thought you could help me.”

“I’ll do my best,” Gabby responded.

“Thanks,” Darren said. “Oh, and I’m going to need you to put on the headphones too. It will help me direct you through the issues better.”

“Alright,” Gabby said. While her voice didn’t reflect it, Gabby was getting impatient with Darren. It looked like this was going to take a lot longer than he said it would. Oh well, she better get on with it The sooner she was finished the sooner she could go home. Plus he was the only one in the station who ed (and gave her a present for) her birthday. She clicked on the icon, opened the program and saw all of the data files stored on the computer.

“Click the most recent file, please,” Darren said. Gabby did so, and the file came up onscreen. It was a map of several weather locations. This was not unusual. However, the next thing that appeared was. It looked like a bunch of grey mist was enveloping of the weather locations.

“Darren,” Gabby asked. “What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing dangerous,” he reassured. Darren was now outside of the room and Gabby was hearing her responses via the headphones. “It’s just that all of the forecasts for tomorrow are listed as completely cloudy and this has never happened before. You just have to look at the screen to see how unusual this is. It’s so unusual to have everything completely clouded. You just need to look closely and the completely clouded forecast,” he said as he pushed a button.

A few seconds later, the computer screen disappeared and was replaced with an image of spinning clouds and smoke It was spinning so fast, Gabby could barely it. “Keep watching the completely cloudy forecast,” Darren continued. “Put everything out of your mind except for the clouds. Everything is gone from your mind except the clouds. Say it Gabby.”

“Everything is gone from my mind except for the clouds,” she repeated.

“Yes, there is nothing in there but the clouds. Your mind is becoming as cloudy as they are. It’s as cloudy as they are. It is getting cloudier and cloudier. Cloudier and cloudier, Gabby.”

“Cloudier and cloudier…” Gabby parroted dreamily.

Darren smiled. He had been developing this experiment for a long time and Gabby was his ideal guinea pig. It seemed to be working. Like almost every other male who knew her, Darren thought Gabby was gorgeous, not to mention smart and enjoyable to be around. He pushed a button moving to the next part of his plan.

Suddenly, Gabby, though fixated on what was in front of her, heard a shrill piercing noise. She felt a pang of pain, then a rush of pleasure. The sound continued, though it was much fainter. It was attacking her conscious mind and instilling commands of obedience into it. After a few more minutes, Darren turned off both the sound and the screen remotely. He entered the room and saw Gabby slumped over the desk. Drool trickled from her mouth. “Gabby,” Darren began. “Can you hear me?”

“Yes,” Gabby slurred.

“Gabby,” he continued. “Your mind has been completely clouded hasn’t it?”

“Yes…completely clouded,” she said.

“Indeed. When your mind is clouded it cannot see anything. It cannot function independently. It needs someone to guide it, doesn’t it?”

“Yes...Mind cannot function…needs…guide,” she slurred.

“I am your guide,” Darren asserted. “I am the one to guide your mind.

“You…my guide….The one to guide…my mind.”

“That’s right,” Darren affirmed. “To effectively guide your mind however, you must do whatever I say and obey all of my commands. Isn’t that right, Gabby?”

“Must...do what you say…obey all of your commands.”

Darren couldn’t help but smirk. Like Gabby, Darren was very skilled at his job. Unlike Gabby, he had also dabbled in neuroscience and psychology. After some hard work and an investment of a significant amount of money, he had done it. He’d found a way to induce a deep hypnotic trance and suppress free will of any subject—a subject like Gabby. He’d wanted her since he first saw her here and now he would have her. He went to the door of Gabby’s place and posted a “do not disturb… working late” sign on her door then went back to the room.

“Gabby,” Darren commanded. “Sit up, open your eyes, and face me but remain deeply hypnotized.” Gabby obeyed immediately, staring blankly ahead. It was hard to believe but Gabby managed to look even sexier when her mind was completely zoned out. “Now whenever I give you a command, you will respond ‘yes Master,’ do you understand?”

“Yes Master, I understand,” Gabby said robotically.

“Excellent,” Darren responded triumphantly. “Now, when I snap my fingers, you will take off all of your clothes. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master,” Gabby replied.

Darren snapped his fingers and Gabby went to work. First, she removed her jacket and laid it on the floor. Her camisole went next revealing a sturdy black bra, which she unhooked and discarded. Her lovely breasts were on full display. She then kicked off her heels and removed her skirt. Lastly, she took of her tights and put them at the top of the molehill of discarded textiles.

Darren paused for a moment to take in the sight of naked beauty before him. Those breasts, those lips, that nice blond patch in the middle of her legs, it made his penis erect. Darren was naked himself too and began the next step of his plan.

“Gabby,” he intoned. “There is a new forecast. In your clouded mind you are feeling sexually aroused. You are feeling very sexually aroused by me. You want affection from me and you want it bad. Understood?”

“Yes Master,” Gabby said as she licked her lips. Darren strode over to her and pulled her in for a kiss. She kissed him back hard. Both loved the feel of the other’s lips and tongue. He reached behind her and undid her bun, letting her blond hair fall to her waist. He couldn’t help but stroke it as they continued to kiss.

After a few more minutes of French-kissing, Darren decided to move to the rest of Gabby’s body. He repeatedly squeezed her breasts, slapped her buttocks, and rubbed her legs. He even tickled her armpits. Gabby’s mind was too clouded to anything more than sexual pleasure and a desire to please her master (though she involuntarily giggled when he tickled her).

Now it was time for the final part of Darren’s plan: sexual intercourse. He had Gabby lie down on a table.

“Gabby he commanded. We are now going to make love. You will not try to stop me. You will want to make love to me with all the ion you can manage. Do you understand?”

“Yes…I understand...”

Darren was about to position himself on top of Gabby when he heard Gabby groan “No...wait…” she said. “I…cannot have sex.” Darren frowned, unused to such resistance. Well, this was his first real attempt at mind control. Mistakes were inevitable.

“Yes, Gabby, you can have sex, sex with me. You must have sex with me.”

“No…can’t…don’t want to disappoint Jason.”

“Jason?” Darren said quizzically. “Who’s Jason?”

“My boyfriend…love him very much…hope he proposes this weekend,” she responded.

Ah, true love, Darren thought to himself. Perhaps that was why she was resisting; her love for her boyfriend was too powerful. Then it hit him. He had a way to get past that.

“Gabby,” Darren intoned. “You will not have to worry about cheating on your boyfriend. This is because while you are in this trance you will see me as your boyfriend Jason. No wait, when I snap my fingers, you will think you and Jason are married and on a nice tropical honeymoon. You are now back into your hotel room and ready to make love to him. Also, whether you are in a hypnotic trance or not, whenever you hear me and only me the phrase ‘your mind is completely clouded’ you will go back into this trance, stand at attention and obey me. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master,” Gabby said compliantly.

Darren snapped his fingers. Gabby’s eyes lit up and she smiled sultrily. “So honey,” she said playfully. “Want to have a little wedded fun? You know what I mean.”

“It would be my pleasure,” Darren responded excitedly. “Yours too!”

Darren ran to the table and on top of Gabby. Darren then had them switch positions and ordered her to give him oral sex. She complied, taking his penis in her arms and into her mouth. She sucked on it furiously, loving the feel of Darren’s member on her esophagus. Darren was over the moon in ecstasy, as Gabby continued to suck, a few minutes later she began to lick Darren’s testicles. He couldn’t help but giggle. A few seconds later, he reached orgasm and shot his semen into her mouth. He gave her mouth an x-rated shower quite inappropriate for a weather broadcast.

Then he ordered her to place herself on top of his penis. She obeyed. She began to ride him, gently rocking her body back and forth over his member. Her thrust soon picked up speed as she rode faster and faster (so fast she did not notice that Darren was squeezing her buttocks). A few minutes later, she cried out, lost in the ecstasy of a mind blowing orgasm. After another riding session/ Darren decided to call it a night. He redressed and had Gabby do the same. He turned to the mesmerized meteorologist to give the final command of the night. “Gabby,” Darren uttered. When I clap my hands you will wake up from your trance. You will not anything that has happened between us. You will only having to work late. Furthermore, you will your trigger phase. Lastly, about your vacation this weekend…”

3.

When she returned to work on Tuesday, Gabby had a new spring in her step. She also had an engagement ring on her finger. That’s right. She was able to make it to the cottage for Saturday and spend the entire weekend with Jason. He had proposed and she said yes! The two had even made love for the first time. She was quite good at it too! Jason described the sex was mind-blowing.

As she walked to her office she ed by Darren in the hall. She smiled and waved at him. He smiled back. Indeed, Darren chuckled inwardly. He had ordered Gabby to put the same intensity into her lovemaking with Jason as she had done with him. Whatever today’s forecast both of them were—pardon the pun—on cloud nine.