The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“What a shit-hole.”

Karl winced as his girlfriend, Jessica, stood in front of the rustic-looking log cabin. She had the look on her face that he well knew. A dismissive twist to her lips that foretold that she would be in a foul mood for the rest of the day if he didn’t head it off.

“C’mon, Jess. Don’t be like that — sorry, Ms Bridges. The trip out here was a bit further out than we expected.”

Karl turned to the woman hovering behind them. She had a concerned and slightly offended expression on hearing Jessica’s vulgarity.

When she noticed him watching however, Alisha Bridges smoothed her face into a professional smile. It was quite a good smile, he thought. Carefully dazzling, and it went well with her makeup and business attire. The head of the local council was an attractive woman — even if she was probably ten years older than Karl. Mid-thirties if he was any judge. Even so, the gray pencil-skirt and jacket look was slightly spoiled by Alisha’s shivering. She would have been better served wearing a large coat like most of the people in the small village seemed to be sporting.

“That’s quite alright, Mr Fisher. I will it the outer facade is perhaps … dated. But the interior is quite lovely. Charmingly rustic. Your uncle’s home was long ired by anyone who saw it. It’s been here for years, you know. One of the earliest buildings in the region … although I understand it has had some additions over the years.”

Jessica’s shoulders were hunched against the cool mountain air. It wasn’t winter yet by any means, but the weather had definitely turned. Karl’s girlfriend wrapped his hoodie tighter around herself. He’d tried to tell her that it could get cold up in the mountains, but she’d ignored him. She had focused instead on a look that highlighted her slender frame — jeans and a singlet top. Karl would readily it that the outfit suited her, however impractical it was for their current location. He’d seen his girlfriend’s face pinch in dismay as they got out of his truck to a piercingly cold breeze. Jessica had solved the problem by immediately stealing Karl’s hoodie. Her small frame was swallowed by the oversized garment, and she had looked a lot happier.

At first.

Jessica tossed her head dismissively at hearing the description of the house they were standing in front of.

“Realestate agent talk for ‘shit-hole’ basically.”

“Mrs Fischer, I’m not —”

“We aren’t married. I’m no one’s property.”

Alisha paused, taking a breath. Her smile grew a little wider, but seemed brittle.

“Quite. I’m sorry, Miss. But as I was saying, I’m not a realestate agent. I just volunteered to show Mr Fischer to his new home. I try to meet all our new residents.”

Karl held up a hand, smoothly stepping in front of his girlfriend. He knew Jess had a sharp tongue on her, and this well-meaning woman didn’t deserve a verbal lashing.

“Call me Karl, please. You don’t have to call me ‘mister’ …”

Karl trailed off, grimacing. He didn’t think he had ever been called ‘Mr’ before. It sounded uncomfortable to the twenty-five year old. Stuffy and altogether too tight.

Alisha gave him another smile, but this one seemed a little more genuine.

“I’ll be glad to, Karl. And you can call me Alisha. Everyone knows each other up here. We don’t tend to stand on ceremony. I’m sure you’ll get a feeling for the place soon enough.”

“Actually, I grew up here. Kind of. I don’t much, my dad and I left when I was six.”

Alisha cocked her head, looking fascinated.

“I didn’t know that. How interesting! That was before my time though. Will you father …?”

“He’s no longer with us, I’m afraid.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry!”

Alisha looked mortified. Karl just shook his head, smiling reassuringly at her.

“It’s alright. It’s been five years now. But thank you.”

Jessica huffed out a sigh, frowning at the way her breath fogged out in front of her mouth.

“Can we get inside some time this year? I’m freezing, Karl.”

Alisha’s eyes flickered for a moment, and then she rubbed briskly at her arms.

“I guess I am holding you up. Lovely to meet you, Karl. Ms Jessica. If you need anything or have any questions, please don’t hesitate to me. You have my number. Mr Fischer — sorry, Karl. Welcome back to Bracken Ridge!”

Karl waved goodbye to Alisha. His eyes lingered on her full ass as she walked back to her car, iring the way her hips moved in the tight skirt. A clearing of a throat behind him made Karl whirl around. Jessica’s eyes were narrowed, but for once she didn’t say anything. She was more concerned with the cold.

“Hurry up, Karl. If I knew how fucking cold it was up here, I wouldn’t have come.”

Karl stopped himself from snapping back. He knew Jess; that was what she was aiming for. His girlfriend seemed to thrive on drama. When she didn’t have any, she manufactured some. Karl supposed it was an exciting way to get through life, but he tired of it sometimes.

Karl walked up the front door, taking a moment to look it over.

He had vague memories of the place. Like he’d told Alisha, he had been young when he’d last been here. He only barely ed his Uncle Arnold — a large, bluff man with a booming voice. Karl’s father had never told him why they’d left without ever coming back. Only that he’d tell his son when he was older. But that time had never come.

The young man took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders. It was cold, but it didn’t bother him too much — even with Jess wearing his hoodie. He was used to working outdoors. Karl had been labouring and working with his hands ever since finishing high school. Study had never appealed to him — he just didn’t have the mentality to sit in a room all day. He preferred being outdoors.

Karl liked it out here — no matter what his girlfriend said about how rural and folksy the place was. And that wasn’t really fair to the town of Bracken Ridge anyway. It was the last community before you reached the ski-resorts further up in the hills. Apparently it was pretty quiet during the off-season — which it currently was — but Karl found the stark beauty of the place appealing.

Even the log cabin he had inherited from his uncle had its own rustic charm — although calling it a ‘cabin’ wasn’t entirely fair. It was a full-sized house with multiple rooms, and even a small second floor where the master bedroom was situated.

Something about the place called to Karl.

He had been mildly shocked to hear about the inheritance. Karl hadn’t even known his uncle had died until six months after the fact. It had taken them that long to track him down — the only family member that Arnold Fischer had. Karl was ambiguous about it — he felt strange that the last member of his family had died, but he hadn’t known the man. But … he had been left the house.

Karl sighed. It was beautiful out here. Peaceful and quiet. But he didn’t know if he could keep this place. How was he supposed to make a living out here in this tiny township?

“Hello? Earth to Karl? Are you planning on me freezing my nips off, or are you going to open the door?”

“Ah, sorry, Jess. One sec.”

Karl shook himself, and then dug through his pocket for the key. It felt strange — owning property. He hadn’t known how to process any of it, never mind that it had taken over three months to sort everything out after he had been notified. The funeral, a cremation apparently, had been long over by the time Karl had found out, and he simply hadn’t been able to afford time off work to come out here until now. He had arranged things by proxy until he was ready to finally come out and see his new house.

As Karl inserted the key, turning it, he jumped — startled by what felt like an electric jolt running all the way through him. It was a strange sensation — a shivering that rippled up his arm, and then through his chest. He stumbled back a few steps until Jess poked him in the back.

“What are you jumping about?”

“Nothing. Something just shocked me. Funny, must be static or something. The air is pretty dry out here.”

“Yeah, my lips are already chapped. Hurry up, babe.”

Karl opened the door without any further shocks. They both walked inside, closing the door behind them. For a second, Karl’s vision swam — he felt dizzy as he crossed the threshold. Like he was standing at a great precipice. A chasm that went down forever. Karl knew he was really just standing on the bare hardwood floor of the cabin, but at the same time it was like he …

Jess sighed in relief, breaking the moment. She rubbed at her arms, scowling as she took in the sparsely furnished interior. She sniffed.

“Thank god we are out of that wind — but that bitch could have turned on the heating for us. This place is like an ice chest!”

Karl shook his head, dispelling that strange sensation. He must have been more fatigued from the drive than he’d realised.

“She didn’t have the key, Jess. She was just being nice and welcoming us to the town.”

Jess sniffed again, wrapping Karl’s hoodie more firmly around herself.

“You would take her side. Just because you couldn’t take your eyes off her fat ass in that slutty skirt.”

Karl paused, but let it slide. They’d been stuck in the car for hours; they were both just tired. He walked over to the living room table where some information and a few more keys lay. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t known before, but he still appreciated the refresher. Karl had been organising everything long distance; a few repairs and some furniture being delivered. He hadn’t gone overboard — just a couch, a bed, and some table and chairs. The basics. Apparently a lot of his uncle’s furniture had been damaged; he having died while the windows had been open. It had been some time before anyone had discovered his ing.

Karl picked up a small remote off the table, and pointed it at reverse cycle air-conditioning unit above the door, turning it on. His uncle’s cabin didn’t have a proper heating unit, but it did have a large fireplace in the living room.

“There, Jess. That should take the chill out of the air. I’ll light us a fire if it gets colder. That’ll be nice, won’t it?”

“It’d be nice if were staying at a chalet or something. Didn’t you say that there were ski resorts further up?”

“Yeah, but they are closed. And I wouldn’t waste the money even if they were open — this is fine. I didn’t come up here for a holiday, I came to see my uncle’s cabin.”

Jess grabbed one of the dining chairs, and dragged it across the ground until it was situated right in front of the air-conditioner. Karl had hid a wince as she did — he was sure she was making the chair legs squeak as she dragged it on purpose. Jessica sat down right in front of the warm air, shivering.

“Well we’ve seen it — now what? You’re going to sell it, right? You should get something for it, even if it’s out in the sticks.”

Karl took a deep breath. He and Jessica had been dating for three years now — but it seemed more like forever. And it was good — honestly! She was ionate, flighty — incredible in bed, but everyone had their flaws. Jessica’s was that she seemed to thrive on drama. If Karl did everything she wanted, she was incredibly sweet and loving … but it was so hard to live up to her expectations sometimes.

“Jess, we are up here for two weeks. You know that. It took me months to square it with my boss. I told you it might be boring, but I want to take the time to decide what I’m going to do. I haven’t decided yet.”

Even as he said it, he saw Jessica’s mouth firm into a displeased line. And in her defence, he wasn’t being entirely genuine. Just stubborn. In truth, Karl was fairly sure he’d sell the place — if only because he couldn’t see how he could afford to live out here. The area might pick up in the ski season, but that left a lot of the year as a quiet backwater. Karl doubted there was a large market for the type of work he was used to doing.

But … he didn’t feel like dismissing the place out of hand. Not yet. Especially not with Jessica pushing for it. But asides from that, there was something about this place. Something … welcoming, in a strange way.

Jessica narrowed her eyes at Karl for a moment, then she smiled. She got up and walked to his side, sliding an arm around his waist. Jessica hugged him, looking up at Karl as she caressingly stroked his back.

“Don’t be like that babe. I’m just excited, that’s all. Think of what we can do with a windfall like this! We could go on that trip we’ve always talked about. See a bit of the world finally…”

Her hand dipped down as her voice softened.

“Think of how amazing that would be, Karl. Spending time together. Relaxing …”

Karl felt his body responding as Jessica clung to him, slowly rubbing her body against him. He didn’t want her to stop. He wanted her to keep going, to keep convincing him. The best sex they ever had was when she wanted something from him. But for once, Karl didn’t feel like playing the same old game.

He gently pulled himself out of her arms, briefly enjoying the look of surprise on her pretty face.

“No, Jess. I’m not going to blow my inheritance on a trip or some other kind of once off shit. I took the two weeks off because I wanted the time to think. I’m not rushing into anything. How many people get a chance like this? For once, I’m going to take my time, consider everything. Hell, I probably will sell in the end. But not before I get a feel for the place.”

Jessica’s face closed off. She folded her arms as she looked at him with disappointment.

“I think it’s a mistake. Why waste time? You already wasted money by having it repaired and getting this tacky furniture delivered.”

“Selling the old furniture mostly paid for the repairs, and the furniture is tacky because it was cheap. I’m not out much money at all, Jess. Just … don’t push it for once, okay? For me?”

“… fine. But I still think you’re just being stubborn.”

Karl took a deep breath. He wanted to point out that it didn’t matter what her decision was. She had nothing to do with it! But if he said that Jess would sulk for the rest of the day.

Karl gave his girlfriend a smile. He leant in for a kiss, but she swayed out of the way. Karl sighed. He was going to have to lavish her with a lot of attention to get her back into a good mood.

“Come on, let’s check out the rest of the place and then bring our things in. After that, I packed a few special treats. I’ll light a fire and we can make a night of it.”

The tour of the rest of the cabin didn’t take long. It wasn’t that it was small, it was just that apart from the living room and the bedroom, there was no furniture. A few appliances in the kitchen like the oven and fridge, but that was it. Despite that, Karl was impressed with the place. All the rooms were large, and everything was polished wood. The bannisters on the stairs leading up the master bedroom particularly caught his eye. Someone had taken the time to carve intricate leaves and brambles up each piece of timber. They were interspaced with some kind of symbology that he didn’t recognise.

By the time they went out to get their things from the car, even Jessica was in a good mood. Although not for the same reasons as Karl. Jessica was more enthusiastic about the potential value of the property. She had got on her phone, looking up the benefits of having a holiday rental so close to the ski resorts. Whatever it was that she’d found, it had put a big smile on her face.

Unlike his girlfriend, Karl was more enjoying the ambience of the place. It was like the longer that he was here, the better he felt. And he was full to bursting with energy. Karl had been weary from the drive, but now he felt like he had slept a whole ten hours. He was antsy, wanting to do something physical. If he thought he had a shot, he would have tried to get Jess into bed … but he hadn’t wanted to push his luck. Either way, he was itching to get out and do something.

Karl put it down to the crisp mountain air.

After they brought their bags inside, Karl convinced Jess to take a walk with him. He’d practically dragged her out the door, he was so eager. It was infectious to some extent — Jess actually laughed as he tugged her out the door, calling him a goof.

There hadn’t been all the much to see during their walk of the town. Just quiet homesteads set out amongst the woods. The main road was lined with old trees, and their canopy stretched almost the entire width of the asphalt. The leaves had begun to change, and they painted the pathways red, orange, and brown.

Even Jess was charmed.

“Okay, it is quite pretty out here. It’s just a shame it’s so far out. I can see why your dad left.”

“He never actually told me why, but yeah. It’s quiet. Wish I ed more from when I lived here.”

Jessica gazed at the town and its environs with her hands on her hips — a pleased expression on her face. Karl got the impression that she hadn’t even heard him. His girlfriend turned to him, and beamed.

“You know, I was worried.”

“What about?”

“About this place! But look at it — it’s quiet, but so pretty. And this is the off-season? I can really see how it would get busy in the tourist season. Don’t you see, Karl? Even if you stay stubborn and refuse to sell, we can rent it out as a holiday home! It would rake in the money — once that old cabin gets a makeover that is.”

Karl hesitated. For some reason he had been daydreaming about actually moving out here. He’d even been thinking about how he could afford it! But that was only wishful thinking. There was just something about this place, this town. It called to him.

“… yeah. But I don’t want to rush into it, you know? Keep my options open.”

Jessica stared at him for a long moment, her face slowly closing off as she saw he didn’t share her enthusiasm. She sniffed loudly, and then turned on her heel to start walking back towards the cabin. She refused to speak to Karl for the rest of the afternoon.

Jessica insisted upon being pretty much monosyllabic until the early evening. Karl had tried to snap her out of it. Tried complimenting her, hugging her. But Jess just gave him the cold shoulder, refusing to let him even touch her. Karl got over it pretty quickly. He refused to do what he usually did — bending over backwards in order to improve her mood — and instead just went around exploring the cabin and the land around it.

He was aware of Jess watching him, but Karl just ignored her. Part of him enjoyed the look of frustration on her pretty face. Annoyance that he wasn’t playing the game like he was supposed to. The way things usually went was Karl giving in and doing whatever it was that his girlfriend wanted him to do.

“It’s fine for little things. I mean, who the fuck cares which restaurant we go to? Or what we do on a weekend? I don’t. But this matters. This … is mine.”

Karl was muttering to himself as he walked around the boundary of the property. It was quite overgrown at the back of the log cabin; shrubs and small trees right up against the rear wall. There looked to be some disturbed earth as well. Karl figured someone had attempted to clear it somewhat.

Karl stood with his hands on his hips, looking up at his new abode. The longer he was here, the more it called to him. It felt right. Like it was his home in some strange way.

“Must be childhood memories or something. Fuck, I really don’t want to sell the place. Even though I should. Wish I had the kind of job where I could work from home.”

Karl sighed. He just didn’t see how he could afford to live here. But maybe he could look around, see if there was any work. Stranger things had happened.

After they had dinner, Jessica played her hand.

Karl had been wondering what she had been planning — she’d been too quiet, been watching him too closely. Jess had rebuffed him again when he’d poured them a glass of wine and suggested that they cuddle on the sofa in front of the fireplace. The room was warmly lit by the fire, a flickering orange glow interspaced with dancing shadows. That, coupled with the wine, had been Karl’s best bet in getting his girlfriend out of her funk.

But … he’d misjudged her.

Jess could be surprisingly mercantile when it came to her body and sex. Karl liked to think he knew what he was doing enough that his partners actually wanted to sleep with him. And Jess usually needed no persuasion. But. Sometimes she wanted something, and she liked to use everything she had to get her way.

Karl blinked as his girlfriend appeared in the doorway. She’d excused herself — he’d thought she was going to the bathroom. Maybe she had, but she’d made some changes in the meantime.

Jessica had stripped down to her underwear and was confidently staring at Karl, her shoulders back. The soft curves of her body were cast into stark relief by the firelight. Jessica’s eyes glittered and her lips twisted up into a self-assured smile

She sauntered closer, her hips swaying seductively. Clearly enjoying the way that her boyfriend couldn’t take his eyes off her. Jessica came to a stop in front of where Karl sat on the sofa. She put a hand on her hip, a smug smile on her face.

Karl stared at her, running his eyes up and down her slender body. It was hard to concentrate — his head was pounding for some reason. An insistent throbbing that only increased with his growing arousal. Karl spared a quick glance at the wine bottle, wondering if it wasn’t sitting well with him or something.

“Mmm. You look even hungrier than usual, babe. I like it.”

Jessica purred, swaying even closer; a calculating look in her eyes. She placed a hand on Karl’s shoulder to steady herself, sliding lithely into his lap — her thighs resting on either side of him. Her arms linked around his neck, and she pressed her hips hard against him, grinding her panty-covered sex against the hard bulge in his pants.

Jess leant forward, her lips brushing against his.

“Let’s have a proper chat, shall we?”