The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

Toronto, Ontario, October 2011

Sergeant Iris Kwan sighed with relief as she pulled into the restaurant parking lot. She was just in time for the most important dinner of the year: her annual dinner with Richard “Ricky” Bander.

You see, Iris and Ricky had been close friends since first grade and, unlike many other friendships, it had stood the test of time and had lasted until this day. Yes, there was lots of teasing from classmates about how they would fall in love, get married and have babies, but Iris was always adamant that their relationship was nothing more than a friendship.

That didn’t mean it wasn’t a strong friendship. Indeed, they had even gone into the same career—though they had done so independently. You see, when they reached legal adulthood, both Iris and Ricky had ed the military. Iris had ed as a medic, while Ricky was placed in the frontline infantry. That said, Iris and Ricky did not see each other in-person very much as they had been posted in different units (and served in different roles). Sometimes she missed Ricky, but she made no complaint about this: it was the commander who chose where they were assigned, and she was happy in her role as a medic anyway.

Moreover, while she couldn’t know for sure, being placed in a different unit may have saved her life. You see, a few years into his service with the military, Ricky’s unit had been deployed to Helmand, Afghanistan and had to complete a reconnaissance/combat mission in the mountains. The unit was ambushed by the Taliban. They several grenades were thrown. Ricky threw a few back. Unfortunately, a grenade had exploded and a few shards had lodged into his left leg.

While Ricky’s unit ultimately emerged victorious his left leg did not. Once the soldiers got back t base camp, things went from bad to worse. Not only were they unable to heal Ricky’s leg, but it became infected with a toxin and had to be amputated to save Ricky’s life. He could never serve in combat again. He now had to walk with a prosthetic leg and use a wheelchair. Currently, he was living on veteran’s benefits and was being considered for a non-combat position.

There was also one bit of good news for him: every year, Iris and Ricky had decided to celebrate their friendship with an annual dinner. While sometimes they couldn’t do it on the anniversary of their friendship, they could do so this year and Iris knew Ricky would like that very much.

Even better, the restaurant they chose to eat at this year (Vittorio’s) was one of the fanciest places in town. Moreover, not only had Ricky been able to make reservations, he had gotten them the best seat in the establishment. She walked into the restaurant, travelling cautiously as she was wearing heels. She walked into the door, and informed the waiter of their reservation. She was then taken to the table. It was made of oak had a beautiful silk tablecloth, and to add atmosphere there was a long-scented candle. Ricky was already there, smiling.

He was a Caucasian male with light brown hair and was wearing a dress shirt and khaki pants. Unsurprisingly, his face and body looked weathered. His prosthetic leg was visible from under the table.

Iris had dressed pretty well herself. She was the daughter of middle-class Filipino Canadians and had the skin pigmentation to prove it. Currently she was wearing a red long-sleeved sweater, black dress pants as well as socks and dress shoes in the same colour. She also had a beautiful heart shaped face, a warm smile and cute brown eyes. Her sleek black hair was in a ponytail.

“Commander Ricky, it’s Sergeant Iris reporting for duty,” she said playfully.

“Good job Sergeant,” Ricky quipped back.

Commander and sergeant were the nicknames Iris and Ricky had given each other.

“It’s so good to see you again,” Iris beamed, hugging him. “Of course, I wish it were under better circumstances,” she added more somberly.

“I know what you mean,” Ricky replied sincerely. “At least you’re here for dinner. Why don’t we get to that?”

“Let’s do that,” Iris affirmed. “I think we’re both pretty hungry.”

2.

Iris and Ricky smiled satiated. They had a terrific meal. Iris had ordered the gourmet lobster (complete with biscuits and mashed potatoes). Ricky had ordered the southern steak combo (steak with onions, cornbread, green string beans and three slices of the restaurant’s highly praised watermelon. Ricky had been kind enough to spring for dessert, too. They had a decadent (but delicious) molten chocolate lava cake a la mode.

“I’m stuffed,” Iris sighed contentedly.

“Me too,” Ricky chimed in.

“Should we call over the waiter and have him bring us the bill?” Iris asked.

“Sure.” Ricky agreed. “I would like to do one thing first, though.”

“What would that be?”

“Well,” he explained “I can’t help but ire the scented candle they decorated the table with. It seems so warm and the smell is mildly intoxicating.” The waiter had even relit it to maintain the restaurant’s atmosphere.

“I guess so,” Iris said with a shrug. “It’s nice, but I don’t see what’s so special about it.”

“It’s actually quite easy,” Ricky assured. “All you need to do is look at and smell the candle. You just need to put everything else out of your mind except the candle’s flame and its wick’s smell. Look at how bright and warm the candle is and how sweet it smells.

“It does smell sweet,” Iris conceded, feeling a tad lightheaded. “The flame is also kind of nice.”

“It’s very nice…and very warm,” Ricky continued. “It’s so nice and warm you can feel the warmth coursing through your body and smell the sweetness in your mind. Let everything else go except the warm candle and the sweet smell. Both are so wonderful. They make you feel so wonderful you don’t want to look away.

Ricky was right. Iris did not want to look away from the candle. Why would anyone want to? Its flame was so warm, and its movements were so entrancing. Indeed, Iris became more involved in the candle’s movements. She loved how it waxed and waned and seemed to dance upon the wick. It was so warm and sweet, she just had to watch it. Indeed, she was so invested she could barely what Ricky was saying. She just kept looking deep into the candle and let its warmth and sweetness envelop her senses.A few minutes later Iris’s eyes closed and she was slumped over the table. “Iris,” Ricky asked. “Can you hear me?”

“Yes…” Iris slurred. “I hear you.”

“The candle has made you nice and warm, hasn’t it Iris?”

“Yes, it has.”

“However, it was I who used the candle to make you feel this nice and warm wasn’t it?” Ricky asked rhetorically, wasn’t it?”

“Yes…you used candle to make me…nice….warm,” she whispered.

“You’ll do anything to stay this nice and warm won’t you?”

“Yes…” Iris agreed. “Anything to…stay this nice and warm.”

“You must obey me to stay this nice and warm,” Ricky asserted.

“Obey, you to stay…nice and warm,” she said sleepily.

“Excellent,” Ricky said, grinning mischievously. He had learned a think or two about mind control tactics while serving in Afghanistan and had even got some ingredients from the Afghan locals. It has been worth it to personally save that female medicant’s life from angry Islamic jihadists.

Of course, Ricky realized that they were in a public place and he had to act quickly before the waiter came with the bill. “Iris, when I clap my hands, you will awaken from this trance. You will not me hypnotizing you or anything out of the ordinary. However, I am going to give you instructions that you must follow later. Listen carefully…”

3.

It had been a few hours since Ricky and Iris had dinner. Ricky had taken his required pain medication and was reading a book when he heard a knock on the door. He drove his wheelchair and opened the door. It was Iris and she was dressed in her green military uniform which came with steel-toed shoes.

Before she could say anything, Ricky interjected with a “at ease sleepy Sergeant.”

The trigger worked. Iris’s eyes shut and her head slumped forward. She was back into her trance. He led the mesmerized medic into his home and sat on his King-size bed. “Report for duty sleepy Sergeant.”

Iris opened her eyes and stared blankly forward. Then she saluted him.

“Commander Ricky, Sergeant Iris reporting for duty,” she uttered robotically.

“Very good soldier,” Ricky remarked iringly. Now take off all your clothes,”

“Sir, yes Sir,” Iris boomed.

Ricky smiled. Everything had gone according to plan. You see, Ricky had a crush on Iris ever since he puberty—though he knew she only ever wanted to be friends. He genuinely cared about her so when he was turned down the first time, he did not press the issue.

Nevertheless, the idea of being friend-zoned irked him, especially because Iris was one of countless women who had done this to him. Yes, friend-zoning was a part of life. It was unreasonable to expect every woman to see him that way. However, no reasonable person should expect to be friend-zoned that many times. Combined with the fact that he was frequently asked if he had a girlfriend, he felt that he had to get one soon. Who better than the female friend to whom he had been so close for years?

As Ricky was thinking about all this, Iris was stripping off her clothes. Her boots and socks went first. Then she took off her shirt, undershirt, and pants. She wore a simple white bra and panties underneath. Then she unsnapped the bra and let it fall to the floor. Her Filipina finery and nice pert breasts were now on full display. Then she slid off her panties, revealing some nice trimmed black bush. Finally, she undid her ponytail and let her beautiful black hair down.

“Alright Sergeant,” Ricky commanded. “Drop and give me twenty!”

“Sir, yes Sir!” Iris responded. Irisin then got down on her knees, went into position, and began doing pushups. Ricky whistled in satisfaction. Her naked body looked so good going up and down. He particularly liked how her boobs wiggled. After the 20th push up Ricky proceeded to the feature attraction.

“Iris,” Ricky commanded. “Things are going to change between us. You will now see me as much more than a friend. Indeed, you are now in love with me. You want to be my girlfriend, say it.”

“Yes Sir,” Iris chanted robotically. “I now see you as much more than a friend sir. I am in love with you and want to be your girlfriend sir!”

“Good job Sergeant,” Ricky complimented. “Now, come and make out with me. That’s an order.”

“Sir, yes Sir,” Iris said as she ran toward the bed and embraced Ricky. Ricky kissed her ionately and Iris responded in kind. They gently rolled around on the bed, being careful so as not to injure each other.

After a few more minutes of smooching, Ricky moved to Iris’s breast. He began by groping them. Then he pushed his head between them and began nuzzling them. He loved their soft and supple feel.

They were like two exotically brown pillows that he kissed, licked, and cuddled. For her part, Iris was taking all this in with a smile—she was over the moon that she pleased her commander.

Now it was time for the finale. Now Ricky was not going to have full blown intercourse with Iris, he couldn’t risk her getting pregnant if she was redeployed. That would stymie her military career and cause many other problems.

“Iris, you have served your commander well. It is time for your reward,” he began. “I want you to suck my cock. Doing so will bring you the greatest pleasure you have ever felt and will cement your status as my girlfriend. Understood?”

“Sir, yes Sir!” Iris canted, licking her lips. Then she pushed her face into Ricky’s midsection, took his member into her mouth and began gently sucking it. Ricky gasped in pleasure, loving the feel of her lips on his penis. Then Iris picked up speed, sucking his member and licking his balls. Ricky’s gasps turned into guttural moans, while Iris was inwardly sighing with pleasure. With each suck and lick the two soldiers’ pleasure grew. A few minutes their pleasure reached its peak and they climaxed. Ricky shot his semen into Iris and gulped it all down. The two enjoyed it so much they did it again. It was a perfect capstone to a great dinner date.

Ricky smiled contentedly. Yes, a lot of bad things happened to him this year, but many good things had as well, Of course, Iris would have no memory of their sexual encounter, only a desire to please, romance and serve Ricky. It was completely in line with her occupation. Though she was not a marine she was a good soldier and lived up to the motto of semper fi—always faithful,